The CEO's Secret Son, My Betrayal
After years of failed fertility treatments, I finally got the news I' d been dreaming of: I was pregnant with my husband' s baby.
That same day, I discovered my perfect CEO husband, Harrison Ellis, had a secret. A five-year-old son with his high school sweetheart, a woman from his past I thought was long gone.
This wasn't just an affair; it was a parallel life he'd meticulously hidden for years. He gave the private island he promised our baby to his other son. His entire family celebrated the boy's birthday, calling the other woman "Mrs. Bradshaw" while I watched from the shadows, completely invisible.
He told me I was his everything, that he'd never betray me. But every promise was a lie, every touch a performance. I was just a placeholder in a life that was never truly mine, a trophy wife to maintain his perfect public image.
To protect my unborn child from his world of lies, I had to disappear completely.
So I faked my own death in a fiery plane crash, leaving him with only a pregnancy report and the video of his betrayal to remember me by.
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Chapter 3
Jacquelyn Spencer POV:
"Look, my love."
Harrison's voice was soft, laced with an excitement I hadn't heard in weeks. He sat beside me on the sofa, a tablet clutched in his hand, his eyes shining with a vision of a future that no longer included me. He turned the screen towards me, displaying aerial photos of a pristine, green island, surrounded by turquoise water.
"I bought it," he announced, his chest swelling with pride. "Our island. For our baby."
My blood ran cold. Our island. Our baby. The words were a cruel mockery, echoing the lies I'd been living.
"I'm going to build the most incredible amusement park there," he continued, oblivious to the silent storm raging inside me. "Roller coasters, water slides, a petting zoo… everything a child could ever dream of." He gestured wildly at the screen, sketching invisible structures in the air. "And every single ride will be named after them. Our legacy. Our child's legacy."
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And when they turn one, we'll throw the biggest, most extravagant party the world has ever seen. Everyone will be there. The Ellis heir's first birthday." He grinned, a genuine, joyful smile that twisted my gut. He was so proud, so utterly consumed by this fantasy, by the child he believed was ours, untainted by his other life.
He talked for what felt like an eternity, detailing every aspect of his grandiose plans, his enthusiasm infectious, almost convincing. He didn't notice my silence. He didn't notice the way my hands were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. He didn't notice the single tear that escaped and traced a silent path down my cheek.
Then, a soft hiccup escaped my throat. He stopped, mid-sentence, the smile slowly falling from his face. His eyes, fixed on the tablet screen, unglazed, finally focusing on me. He turned, his gaze sweeping over my face, and saw the tracks on my cheeks.
His composure shattered. "Jacquelyn? What's wrong? Are you in pain?" His voice was thick with immediate panic, a stark contrast to the calm authority he usually exuded. Harrison Ellis could face down a room full of hostile investors without blinking, but the sight of my tears always rendered him helpless, fragile.
A bitter laugh bubbled up inside me. He truly would suffer a hundred times over if he knew the truth.
I quickly wiped my eyes, forcing a wobbly smile. "It's… it's the movie," I lied, nodding vaguely towards the television screen, which was playing a sappy romantic comedy I hadn't been watching. "So sentimental. Made me cry."
A wave of relief washed over his face. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. "Oh, my sweet girl. You're so tender-hearted." He kissed the top of my head. "Never doubt, Jacquelyn, you are my everything. I would never, ever betray you. Never."
The words, meant to soothe, felt like a fresh stab. He stroked my face, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, his touch sending shivers down my spine, not of pleasure, but of disgust.
"I'm staying home today," he declared, pulling back slightly. "No work. I'm going to cook for you. Anything you want. We'll spend the day just us."
"No," I said, perhaps a little too quickly. "I… I actually made plans. With Fay and the girls. Lunch." It was a lie. Fay had canceled, as had everyone else, sensing my withdrawal. But I needed an escape. I needed to solidify my plan.
"But I wanted to spend time with you," he pouted, a surprisingly boyish expression on his usually stern face.
"Don't be silly," I forced a laugh. "You have work. Important work. Go. I'll be fine."
He hesitated, his gaze searching mine, as if trying to decipher the unsaid. He hated to argue with me, hated to see me unhappy. It was one of his few weaknesses, one I'd exploited countless times in the past.
"Alright," he finally relented, a sigh escaping his lips. "But I'm coming with you. I'll just drop by the office for a quick check-in, then meet you girls for lunch." He smiled, a possessive glint in his eyes. "Can't have my beautiful wife out alone, can I?"
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7.4
I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory.
I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years.
I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news.
But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me.
After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me.
"Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce."
Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"
8.2
To save my brother's life, I married a dead billionaire.
My new home was a freezing, high-tech mausoleum where I was ordered to hold a year-long vigil beside Byron Hyde's cryogenic pod.
But I wasn't alone in the dark.
Every night, a terrifying shadow smelling of whiskey and sandalwood pinned me to my narrow bed.
It tore my clothes and brutally claimed my body, leaving me bruised and trembling until dawn.
When I begged the housekeeper for help, showing her my torn skin, she just smiled cruelly.
"It seems the master's spirit has accepted you."
I thought I was being haunted by a vengeful ghost, until Byron's arrogant nephew broke into the tomb to assault me.
His tampering triggered the life-support system, and the heavy lid of the pod hissed open.
Byron Hyde sat up, his eyes lethal and his skin shockingly warm.
He was alive.
Looking at his broad shoulders, I caught the faint scent of whiskey and sandalwood.
The horrific truth hit me like a physical blow.
My nightly tormentor wasn't a ghost. It was my living, breathing husband.
When I confronted him, his eyes were cold and clinical.
"That was a necessary test. I had to know if my wife would break."
A white-hot rage choked me, but I didn't scream or run.
He slipped the priceless, heavy sapphire of the family matriarch onto my finger, offering me absolute power over the treacherous relatives who wanted us both dead.
To fight a monster, you can't be a victim.
I looked into his deep, dangerous eyes and accepted the ring.
If this was a cage, allying with the keeper was the only way to find the key.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
8.5
I woke up in the tangled black silk sheets of the Mafia Don's bed, my skin still burning from his ruthless touch in the dark.
The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred.
Instead of having me killed for soiling her husband's bed, she offered a devil's bargain.
"You will take my place in his bed. You will be a shadow in the dark."
In my past life, I foolishly accepted, thinking her money would pay for my dying mother's hospital bills. I didn't realize the untouchable Mafia Queen was barren and just needed a disposable incubator. After I endured the Don's violent possession and birthed the Moretti heir, they cut off my mother's medicine. Then, they dragged me to a remote warehouse and suffocated me with a wet mattress to bury their dirty secret forever.
Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand why my absolute submission and suffering were rewarded with such a brutal, meaningless death.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning after the Don first claimed me.
I knelt on the Persian rug, weeping tears of fake gratitude as Bianca handed me the cash. But the moment my escort looked away, I didn't take her fertility herbs. I bought a bitter root from an alley witch to keep my womb empty. This time, I won't give the Don a child. I'll become his darkest obsession, and use his lethal power to burn this entire family to the ground.
9.1
Five years ago, I was a world-renowned concert pianist. Now, I'm an auto mechanic with a mangled right hand, hiding from a past my ex-husband, Carter, dismisses as a "tantrum."
He drags me to a charity gala where his mistress, Alexandrea, puts me on the spot, demanding I play for the city's elite-a cruel, public humiliation she knows I can't perform.
When I refuse, Carter shoves me to the ground in a rage. He still thinks our daughter, Lily, is alive, and he uses her as a weapon.
"Behave," he hisses, "and maybe we can bring Lily back home."
Bring her home? The sheer ignorance is staggering. He has no idea our daughter froze to death in the same car crash that destroyed my hand.
But just before the gala, my best friend uncovered the final, devastating truth. It wasn't an accident. They sabotaged my car and left us for dead.
Tonight, I'm not just attending a party. I'm orchestrating a funeral. Theirs.
7.9
For nine years, I was the "Wolfless Wonder," the shame of the Reyes Pack. I swallowed bitter suppressants every morning to hide my identity as a rare White Wolf, enduring my husband’s coldness just to stay by his side.
But tonight, Alpha Dominick shattered whatever bond we had left. He walked into the Annual Gathering with his mistress, Chastity, clinging to his arm, pregnant and smug.
When Chastity staged a miscarriage and blamed me, Dominick didn't ask for the truth. He dragged me to the hospital.
"She needs blood," he snarled. "O-Negative. Like yours."
He used the Alpha Command to force me onto the table. He watched as they drained me dry to save the woman destroying my life.
"Alpha, her heart rate is dropping!" the doctor warned. "It will kill her!"
Dominick didn't even flinch.
"Keep going," he ordered. "Take what you need until Chastity is safe."
As the machine beeped and darkness took me, the submissive wife died.
I woke up in the morgue holding cell and made a choice. I signed the divorce papers, set the penthouse on fire, and vanished into the night. He thought I burned to death.
He didn't know I escaped.
Months later, he tracked a ghost to a vineyard in London. But he didn't find the broken girl he sacrificed.
He found the White Wolf, glowing with silver magic, standing beside a new mate who actually cherished me.
Dominick fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Annis, come home. I command you."
I looked down at him and smiled.
"Your voice doesn't work on me anymore, Alpha. You killed the part of me that listened."