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 7
AYAH'S POV
I secretly took the divorce papers to my room. So, he was planning to leave me? Don't worry. I'll make it happen. After thinking carefully, I signed them. Tomorrow, I would take them to court. I placed the papers inside the safe and hid the key beneath the carpet. When I opened the door to leave my room, I was startled to see Ethan standing there, waiting.
"It's late. Why aren't you sleeping? Come to bed with me," he commanded. Not wanting to argue, I went to our bed-but sleep wouldn't come.
"Ayah, you should apologize to Mia. She lost her baby because of you. That's serious," he continued. If I had known he would just annoy me, I wouldn't have come. I didn't answer. I pretended to be asleep. If he knew I was carrying his baby when he chose to save her... would anything have been different? I laughed bitterly at the thought.
He didn't apologize. He didn't ask. Why was I still hoping for that? He was the one who caused our baby's death.
"I know you did it out of jealousy," he said calmly. "But I hope you realize your mistake. Mia is out of your league. She's rich, famous, beautiful, talented, gentle, sweet, and knows how to captivate everyone-even in bed. And you... you're just a housewife with no assets of your own. You only have my money. We had a baby in one try, while you struggled all these years. If you had accepted that the baby was mine too, we could have been happy. Even though it wasn't yours, it was still mine. I bet Mia wouldn't mind if we raised the baby together. You want a child, don't you?"
"Did you bring me to bed just to insult me?" I snapped. He was startled, thinking I was asleep.
"No, Ayah. I'm just being honest."
This is the problem with me. I never fight back. I hardly recognize myself anymore. If this had been ten years ago, I would never allow anyone to bully me. I stood up and grabbed my pillow.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'll sleep in my room," I said coldly, leaving without waiting for his response. I went to my bedroom and sat in front of the mirror, feeling numb and defeated.
Maybe I should just escape it all. All my dreams... wasted. I wrote letters to my family, friends, Ethan, Bryan, and even for myself, pouring my heart onto the pages.
I paused. My hands trembled. I wrapped them around my chest, trying to calm the storm inside. I wasn't going to harm myself. I just... needed to vanish, even for a moment.
A minute later, I grabbed my phone and dialed Isaac's number. Surprisingly, he answered on the second ring.
"Can we meet?" I asked.
"What's wrong? It's so late," he said.
"So what? In front of the coffee shop we used to go to," I replied and ended the call.
I grabbed my car keys, locked the bedroom door, and hid the key inside the teddy bear inside our bedroom. Ethan was asleep. I quietly went outside and froze when I saw Ethan's mother, Lady Elodia, talking to someone near the gate.
"What are you doing here, Mom?" I asked. She looked startled. "Why aren't you inside?"
"I planned to visit, but I ran into someone. Where are you going?" she asked.
I made an excuse-that I was buying food because I didn't want to eat at home. Lady Elodia, being the considerate mother-in-law she was, didn't question me and let me go. I didn't even ask why she was visiting so late because I noticed the man she was talking to. I bowed slightly and left.
While driving, I realized my phone wasn't with me. I couldn't contact Isaac. Frustrated, I tried to stop the car, pressing the brakes.
"What the hell?" I muttered.
I pressed the brakes again. Nothing. The car didn't slow down.
"Oh no..." Panic surged. I slammed the brakes again. Still nothing.
Then, bright headlights blinded me. A deafening horn blared. A truck barreled straight toward me.
Without thinking, I swerved sharply. The car spun out of control. My head slammed against the steering wheel, vision blurring.
When I came to, the car had stopped. But my heart sank.
The edge of a cliff.
The car teetered dangerously, the front wheels barely gripping the ground.
No...
I had no energy to scream. Every slight movement made the car shift, gravel tumbling into the darkness below.
Then I saw a figure approaching.
A figure.
Relief rushed through me.
"Help me..." I whispered weakly.
The person stopped behind my car. For a moment, I thought I was saved.
But instead of helping-
The figure placed both hands on the back of the car-and pushed.
Horror exploded as the car rolled forward.
The ground vanished beneath me.
The car plunged down the cliff.
The impact was violent, deafening. Metal twisted, glass shattered. My body slammed against the seat.
Then... everything went black.
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A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy...
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Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her.
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Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
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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.
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"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.
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...is the same man who destroyed my life?
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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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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.
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