The Heiress Married Her Ex-husband's Rival
Ayah Russell gave up everything for love.
For ten years, she endured a cold marriage, believing that one day her husband, Ethan Evans, would finally choose her. Instead, he chose another woman-again and again-until the night Ayah lost the child she had kept secret.
When betrayal becomes too heavy to bear, Ayah signs the divorce papers and walks away.
But fate has other plans.
A car accident leaves her with retrograde amnesia, erasing the last ten years of her life. In Ayah's mind, she is still eighteen-the proud heiress of the powerful Russell family, and still deeply in love with her first love.
Bryan Mitchell.
The man who also happens to be her ex-husband's greatest rival.
Seeing an opportunity, Bryan proposes a shocking deal: a marriage that will shake the entire elite circle.
Now the heiress who once loved blindly has returned-stronger, fiercer, and no longer willing to be anyone's second choice.
But as old memories slowly resurface, Ayah will discover that the truth behind her marriage, her accident, and the people around her is far darker than she ever imagined.
And this time...
the one who will regret everything might be the man who once threw her away.
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Chapter 4
AYAH'S POV
"What is this...?" I uttered with disbelief. Is he the father of Mia's unborn child? That's impossible! He loves me so much! I know he will not betray me, but my thoughts contradict everything that's happening. The moment Mia returned. The moment my husband became busy and he had no time for me. The time he started to get avoidant and distant. Now, everything makes sense. I just can't accept it.
I rushed to the bedroom and slapped him hard.
"Y-you!" I pointed a finger at him. "You're dirty! Filthy!" I cannot control my emotions anymore.
"What are you doing?!" he yelled at me. "How dare you slap your husband who works all the time to provide for you?! You broke people are so ungrateful!" Did he forget where he knew me? "You came here, rushing, to slap me? You're pathetic!" He didn't even ask why I did it. Now I realized, he doesn't care about me anymore. He's not the Ethan I used to love. Not the Ethan that used to love me. For once, I admit, we're not happy anymore.
"You make no sense," he uttered in disbelief and picked up his phone and car key.
"Where are you going? Where?!" Am I being too much? Paranoid? "To your other woman?!" I yelled crying.
"Me? Has another woman? Cheating on you? You're so paranoid! You know what? The moment you keep saying that, I'll probably just do it to prove your suspicion!"
"You'd rather do it to prove what I said than to assure me that wasn't true? You're unbelievable." I don't know what to feel. I feel like I'm going to explode. The picture still lingers on my mind. Mia and him are both naked on the bed. What am I supposed to think? Maybe he is the father of Mia's unborn child that's why they were together at the clinic!
I was crying like I'm about to explode, about to lose my breath.
"I'm going. I'm not going home tonight," he said coldly, walking through me, ignoring my pain. When I heard his engine starting, I rushed to get my keys and followed him without him noticing.
Following him didn't disappoint my suspicion. He came to Mia's place. Since the guards and maid were busy chitchatting, I easily sneaked in. I followed where he went, and I saw him go inside Mia's bedroom. Since he's in a rush, he didn't shut the door completely.
"E-ethan...? What are you doing...," she wasn't able to finish her question when my husband suddenly pulled her closer and kissed her.
My heart dropped.
His hands moved to her waist as if the action was something familiar. Something natural.
"Someone might see us," Mia said, though her cheeks were flushed and her arms slowly wrapped around his neck.
"I ordered everyone not to go upstairs," Ethan replied in a low voice while staring at her. "It's just the two of us."
His fingers slid along her back, pulling her closer.
"Maybe I can't resist my first love."
That's it. She's his first love. Even I-the wife-can't compete.
"How about Ayah? If she knows you went here and kissed me, she'll surely be mad at you," she said softly.
My husband ran his hand through his hair, looking conflicted.
"This is wrong. No," he said breathlessly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
For a moment, he looked like he was about to stop.
Then his voice turned cold.
"She's always saying I have another woman. Tonight, without her knowing, I'll make something she accuses me."
Accuses? Those words were based on what I saw! I was asking for assurance, why did he consider them as an accusation?
"Mia, let's do what we accidentally did two months ago," he said, his eyes dark.
Without hesitation, he began pulling her closer again.
I stood there, frozen.
My body refused to move. My mind refused to believe what my eyes were seeing.
Their laughter slowly faded into quiet whispers as they fell onto the bed together.
Every second felt like a knife stabbing into my chest.
Every sound broke me even more.
My heart felt like it was being crushed again and again.
Then I heard Mia's voice, soft and breathless.
"Ethan... will you... do it inside?"
For a brief moment, there was silence.
"Yes," he answered.
And he did.
My world shattered.
Until finally-
"Disgusting," I uttered.
Their eyes widened in horror.
"Ayah..." clearly, he's lost in words. I looked at him emotionless.
"This is what you call an accusation?" I asked him. The pain is clearly beyond words.
"Ayah, it's not what you think. I just let my frustrations out because I'm frustrated with you," he said calmly, without blinking an eye. What does he think of me? A toy?
"Ayah, you keep on suspecting him to have another woman. You don't trust your husband and yet you're the one who acts like you've been wronged? You're ridiculous!" The audacity of this b*tch is killing the remaining kindness inside my heart.
Out of anger, I grabbed her hair and pulled her outside.
"You're a wh*re!" I said crying.
"Stop it, Ayah! You're too much! She has nothing to do with this! If you're mad, take it out on me! Not Mia! She's pregnant for heaven's sake. I swear, if something happens to her and the baby, I will never forgive you!" I am pregnant too. I instinctively put my other hand on my belly.
The disrespect is too loud. I'm done with it.
I was about to let go of Mia's hair when she suddenly stumbled.
In the blink of an eye, she fell down the stairs.
Blood.
So much blood.
"AYAH!" my husband screamed. "I will never forgive you if something happens to them!" He rushed to her side, leaving me like I was nothing.
"Are you...the father of the baby?" I asked quietly. I know it hurts, but I need to hear it.
He stopped.
"...Sorry."
That was the only word I heard before he rushed her to the hospital.
Leaving me all alone.
Wondering what I did to deserve this.
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Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact.
She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering.
Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise.
A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy...
a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden.
Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her.
Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all.
Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal.
What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair.
And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez.
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Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her?
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When Elena's parents die, leaving her drowning in debt, a contract marriage to billionaire Adrian Blackwell seems like salvation.
But Adrian's world holds dark secrets.
His first wife, Sophia, looked exactly like Elena. So did his father's first love, Grace. But both women died under mysterious circumstances.
And now Elena is living in Sophia's penthouse. Wearing Sophia's face. Playing Sophia's role.
As Elena uncovers twisted family obsessions, buried murders, and a decades-old genetic conspiracy, she realizes the truth: she wasn't chosen randomly. She was designed for this.
And the last woman who wore her face didn't survive.
Will Elena break the pattern-or become another ghost in Adrian's world?
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"You don't belong in my world," he growled, his hand tightening around my waist.
"Then why do you keep pulling me deeper into it?" I whispered.
Ten years ago, I lost everything, my parents, my innocence, my trust in fate.
I only remember his shaking hands... and the birthmark on his arm.
Now, the most feared man in the city wants me.
A billionaire who commands blood and silence.
A mafia king who kneels only in the dark, only for me.
But what happens when I discover that the man I love...
...is the same man who destroyed my life?
8.0
Sandra Morrison made the ultimate sacrifice for love-she gave her husband everything. The $240 million real estate empire her father spent his life building. Her position as CEO. Her identity. Her future. She signed it all over to Jimmy Banks on his birthday, believing they were partners, believing in forever.
Seven years later, forever has an expiration date.
Sandra has become a ghost in her own life. The company that bore her family's name is now Banks Enterprises, and her name has been systematically erased from every document, every decision, every achievement. She's just Mrs. James Banks III-the perfect accessory to her husband's success story, the woman who stays quiet at dinner parties while he takes credit for building an empire on her father's foundation.
When she finally discovers the affair-lipstick on collars, hotel receipts, a blonde woman who looks at her husband the way Sandra used to-she confronts him. And Jimmy doesn't even pretend anymore.
"I don't love you. I never really did. You were convenient. Your company was convenient. But you? You were always just a means to an end."
The truth shatters her: their entire marriage was a transaction. He saw an opportunity-a young, naive heiress who'd just lost her father-and he took it. He married her, convinced her to sign over her inheritance, then spent years pushing her out until she was nothing but a name on a marriage certificate.
But here's what Jimmy doesn't know: the woman he married-the fierce, brilliant Sandra Morrison who could close million-dollar deals before lunch-she's still in there. Buried under years of gaslighting and self-doubt, but not gone.
Sandra decides she's taking it all back. Her company. Her father's legacy. Her life. Every single thing Jimmy stole from her while calling it love.
This is the story of a woman who gave up everything and her fight to reclaim it. A story about manipulation masked as marriage, ambition disguised as affection, and what happens when someone who made themselves small finally remembers how powerful they really are.
Sandra Morrison disappeared for seven years. Now she's coming back. And Jimmy Banks is about to learn that the biggest mistake of his life wasn't stealing from her-it was underestimating her.
7.2
Ade had sacrificed the life she loved, the things she liked doing to please James. But it was never enough for him. Somehow, the one woman he just couldn't get, was the price, she was the gem.
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Betrayed and scorned, Ade is on a quest to reclaim her life back and face off adversaries.
But now what is she to do with the two men in front of her. One of them her ex James who can't seem to forget her and keeps stepping in her way, and the other, a billionaire who wants her at all costs.
9.0
I stood in the corner of the grand ballroom, trying to stay invisible despite the massive diamond on my finger. As the fiancée of the billionaire Arturo Watts, I was supposed to be the most envied woman in the room, but the suffocating scent of lilies felt more like a funeral than a gala.
A waiter’s elbow clipped my arm, sending my clutch crashing to the floor and spilling its contents for everyone to see. Among my lipstick and phone lay a heavy, glittering brooch—the Pink Star diamond—that had just been reported stolen from the neck of a billionaire socialite.
"Thief! Just like her father," the crowd hissed as cameras flashed like gunfire in my face. Tiffany Watts ground her heel into my bag, her eyes gleeful as she watched the "scammer's daughter" finally get caught. Just as security reached for my wrists, Arturo stepped out of the shadows, but he wasn't there to save me. He grabbed my face and kissed me with a brutal, bruising intensity, branding me in front of the news drones to turn my humiliation into a PR stunt for his company’s stock price.
I thought I was being protected, but I soon realized I was just a prisoner in a gilded cage with new locks on the windows. I discovered the truth Arturo was trying to shred: I wasn’t his fiancée, I was his "key code." He was using my name to access fifty million dollars of my father’s hidden money, and he had blocked my FBI application to ensure I’d never uncover the trail.
"I did it for you," he whispered, standing over me with the same cold, unreadable eyes he used on his business rivals. He thought he could buy my silence with designer gowns and a fake romance, but he forgot that I am my father’s daughter.
I’m done being a liability in his corporate games. I’ve found the secret account and recorded his confession. If Arturo Watts wants to treat me like a target, I’m going to make sure I’m the one who hits the mark and takes every cent he’s hiding.