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 5
AYAH'S POV
He pushed me aside and ran toward his childhood sweetheart. The moment I stumbled to the floor, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.
No!
Instinctively, I clutched my belly. Warm liquid spread beneath me, and when I looked down, I saw blood slowly pooling under my body.
"E-Ethan..." My voice was weak, barely strong enough to call his name.
Mia looked at me, and I knew she saw the blood. But instead of reacting, she suddenly cried out and pretended to be in unbearable pain.
"E-Ethan, my baby!" she cried dramatically.
Ethan immediately rushed to her side and carried her in his arms.
"I'll take you to the hospital," he said worriedly.
"How about Ayah? Look at her, she seems to be in pain too," Mia said, pretending to be concerned.
Ethan glanced at me coldly.
"Quit the act, Ayah. Can't you see Mia is in pain right now because of you? And now you're pretending to be hurt just to get my attention?" he said harshly. "We'll deal with this at home later. For now, I need to take care of Mia."
Then he turned away with the woman he loved first.
I was left on the floor, trembling in pain.
I didn't know what to do. I felt hopeless. No one was going to help me, so I had to save myself-and my baby.
"Baby... please hold on. Mommy will save you," I whispered to my stomach as tears streamed down my face.
Every movement hurt, but I forced myself to stand.
When I finally reached my car, my heart sank. My car keys were missing. I didn't know where they had gone.
Then I heard the sound of Ethan's engine starting.
He was about to leave.
Gathering the last of my strength, I hurried toward his car, hoping-just hoping-that he would help me.
"Ethan... please... help me," I begged.
But my cold husband simply looked at me with indifference.
"Stop being dramatic. You can take care of yourself," he said coldly. "Mia doesn't have anyone here except me."
Then he drove away.
As the car moved forward, Mia, sitting in the backseat, looked at me through the window. She smiled.
In her hand were my car keys.
"No! Give me my keys!" I shouted desperately.
But Ethan didn't stop.
He didn't even look back.
He didn't care that I was bleeding.
My strength slowly drained away. I collapsed onto the ground as the blood continued to flow.
Maybe this was my fate.
Maybe I was meant to die like this.
I was too tired to move anymore.
Just as my vision began to fade and my eyes started to close, I saw a man in a suit running toward me. My vision was too blurry to recognize his face.
When he reached me, everything went black.
"She needs to rest right now, or her condition could worsen."
Where am I?
I slowly opened my eyes. Bright white light filled my vision.
Am I... dead?
I didn't even get to see my baby.
As my vision cleared, I noticed a man speaking to a doctor. His back was turned toward me.
Is that Ethan?
Did he finally come to his senses and bring me to the hospital?
"Okay, thank you," the man said politely before turning toward me.
"Etha-Bryan?"
I froze when I saw his face.
Bryan.
What was he doing here?
"How do you feel?" he asked gently. His hand softly brushed my hair. "Don't scare me like that again."
Wait...
Was he crying?
"What happened?" I asked weakly. "How did you know I was here?"
My hand immediately moved to my stomach.
"What about my baby?" I asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry I came late," he said quietly.
A terrible feeling settled in my chest.
"Maybe it's better if you talk to the doctor."
"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "Please tell me."
My voice trembled.
"Is my baby okay?"
Bryan looked at me with pain in his eyes.
"I'm sorry... but your baby didn't survive."
My mind refused to process his words.
No.
No.
My baby.
It felt like my entire world collapsed in that moment.
I wasn't ready for this.
I had been so excited to tell my husband that I was pregnant. I imagined his reaction. I imagined our future.
But now...
My baby was gone.
And the man I loved was the reason my child died.
"I will f*cking destroy you."
The moment those words left my lips, all the pain and anger inside me erupted.
I had endured enough.
In all the years we had been together, this was the first time I felt nothing but rage toward my husband.
I loved him for so long.
I supported his business silently, without him ever knowing. When his projects were failing, I was the one secretly funding them and making sure they succeeded.
He never knew.
He didn't know that I had my own company-not because I was part of the Russell family, but because I built it myself.
He didn't know that 70% of his company actually belongs to me.
Yes.
I am the major stockholder of Evans Corp.
Hidden under the name Zairayah-the mysterious investor with no surname.
He had always been curious about that investor, but I never revealed my identity. I didn't want him to feel intimidated.
"I am done loving you, Ethan Evans," I whispered quietly, imagining what my life would look like without him.
Everything we built together was destroyed because of his childhood sweetheart, Mia Walker.
And today-
I will be the one asking for a divorce.
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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.
A deal turns into obsession.
Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
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8.5
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8.5
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?
8.4
"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.