The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return
For three years, Adriene Rodgers gave up her brilliant Wall Street career to be the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Dallin Morales.
But one night, she overheard him talking to his lawyer, a confession that shattered her world.
"Adriene is exactly what I need her to be. A perfect social shield to keep the cameras busy so Elaina can live in peace."
Elaina was his late brother's widow. Dallin coldly admitted that touching his wife made him physically sick, and he only stomached it by closing his eyes and thinking of Elaina.
From that moment, the nightmare escalated. Elaina framed Adriene at every turn—slashing Adriene's beloved dog to death and throwing herself into a pool to play the victim. Dallin blindly believed the widow. He shoved Adriene so hard she cracked her head open on the marble deck, leaving her bleeding on the ground while he tenderly carried Elaina away.
The ultimate betrayal came when Adriene's father went into sudden cardiac failure. Desperate, she begged Dallin for the life-saving hospital funds.
Instead, Dallin ruthlessly froze every single one of her bank accounts.
"Go get on your knees and apologize to Elaina. Do that, and I will unfreeze your cards."
Standing in the freezing rain while Dallin's Rolls-Royce sped off to comfort Elaina's fake panic attack, Adriene's heart finally turned to ice. How could she have wasted three years of devotion on a man who would use her dying father as a bargaining chip for a manipulative parasite?
She didn't shed another tear. After borrowing money to save her father, she secretly signed the divorce papers and left them in a Hermès anniversary box on his desk. Then, she pulled out her old resume and sent it directly to his biggest corporate rivals. The submissive wife was dead, and it was time to burn his empire to the ground.
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Chapter 7
Morning light streamed through the manor's enormous windows. Adriene stood before the mirror. She cleaned and bandaged her wounds herself. A striking white gauze pad clung to her pale forehead.
She opened the bedroom door and went out. Her face was completely expressionless.
As she reached the top of the grand staircase, she turned the corner and nearly bumped into Dallin. He was coming out of Elaina's bedroom, adjusting his cuffs.
Darlin stopped abruptly. His gaze swept quickly across the white bandage on Adeline's head, then settled on her bloodless face. A faint hint of shock—perhaps a touch of guilt—flickered in his eyes.
But he immediately masked it. He tightened his jaw, raised his chin slightly, and struck his signature arrogant pose. "What kind of morbid self-inflicted injury is this?" he questioned, pointing to her forehead.
Adeline stopped. She didn't look at the ground. She slowly raised her chin and looked directly into his eyes. Her gaze was so cold, so completely detached, as if she were staring at a stranger.
She didn't explain the wound. She let out a soft, mocking laugh.
“So,” Adeline said, her voice steady and cold, “you haven’t decided on an heir yet?”
Darlin's pupils dilated suddenly. His entire body stiffened. He stared at her in shock, completely caught off guard. He hadn't expected her to be at the door last night.
Shock quickly turned into defensive anger. He took a threatening step forward, his shadow looming over her. "Are you spying on me?" he hissed.
Adeline did not back down at all. "You're willing to tarnish the Morales bloodline just to please a widow. It's disgusting."
"Shut up!" Darlin roared, his voice echoing down the corridor. "Elena is pure! She's twice as good as you!"
The bedroom door clicked open. Elena stood in the doorway, wearing an oversized sweater, her eyes already glistening with tears. She was perfectly playing her role.
She staggered forward and grabbed the edge of Darlin's shirt. "Darlin, please," she sobbed, her lower lip trembling, "don't fight with your wife because of me. I'll pack my things. I'll leave."
Darlin immediately stretched out his arm, shielding Elena behind him. He glared at Adeline with pure hatred. "Look at her! Look how selfless she is! And look at your mean, jealous face!"
A strong, physical sense of disgust welled up in Adeline's heart. The urge to reach out and tear off the wigs and extensions from Irene's head was so intense that she couldn't control herself.
She took a step forward, her hands trembling. Darlin immediately lunged at her, his large hands gripping Adeline's wrists with a force capable of crushing bones.
Before Adeline could react, her phone began vibrating violently in her pocket. Once. Twice. Three times.
She took a deep breath, abruptly pulled her wrist away from Darlin's grip, and took out her phone.
An encrypted email from Kaia was displayed on the screen. The subject line read: "The truth you want." The email body read: "I've had my private investigator look into her for weeks since my trip to Aspen, and one of her vengeful exes just dropped a bombshell on me."
Adeline tapped the screen. The attachment opened.
She stared at the high-resolution photos of Elena. The "innocent" woman, dressed in a cheap, revealing bunny girl outfit, sat on the laps of three different men in a squalid underground casino in Las Vegas.
She scrolled down. The background check detailed Elena's chaotic and sordid past: multiple arrests for petty fraud, working as an escort, and a series of ruined lives.
The rage burning in Adeline's chest vanished. It dissipated, replaced by an absolute, intoxicating power.
Adeline laughed.
This wasn't a bitter laugh. It was a genuine, bright, and chilling laugh that echoed loudly in the silent corridor.
Darlin and Elena froze, staring at her as if she were a madwoman.
Adeline slowly looked up from her phone. She looked at Darlin. The anger in her eyes had vanished. In its place, she looked at him with a deep, overwhelming pity. She looked at him as if he were the most foolish creature in the world.
“What’s so funny?” Darlin asked, his brow furrowed in utter confusion.
Adeline locked her phone and slid it back into her pocket. She wasn't going to show it to him. It wasn't the right time. If she showed it to him now, his arrogant mind would only accuse her of photoshopping it.
She turned her gaze to Elena. Adeline's eyes were deep, knowing, and deadly.
Elena gasped. A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck. She shrank further behind Darin.
Adeline gracefully smoothed the front of her shirt. "I wish you both, Darlin, a very long and very 'pure' life together," she said, her tone light and casual.
She turned and headed for the stairs. Her high heels clicked crisply on the floor. She didn't look back.
Darlin stood frozen in the corridor. He watched her walk away, his chest tightening. For the first time in his life, a cold, uncontrollable panic began to spread through his heart.
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7.6
After an exhausting fourteen-hour flight, Katia returned to her Upper East Side penthouse, expecting the quiet comfort of the life she had built.
Instead, she found a pair of familiar red stilettos in the foyer and her fiancé, Caleb, tangled in their bedsheets with his twenty-two-year-old assistant.
She didn't scream or cry. She simply took off her three-carat engagement ring, threw it at his bare chest, and demanded he buy out her half of the penthouse by Friday.
Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite.
Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him.
The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note.
"Good Job."
For six years, she had funded Caleb's dreams and built his startup from the ground up, only to be treated like a lifeless ATM.
With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work.
She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal.
But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President.
Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train.
"You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo.
8.7
For three years, Blair Guzman poured her resources into turning a broke waiter into an Oscar-winning actor, letting the world believe they were a couple just to keep him under her control.
But the night he won his Oscar, he publicly betrayed her by kissing Kiana—Blair’s estranged, rival sister.
Kiana and her mother brought the scandal right to the Glover family dinner table, trying to humiliate Blair.
"You're just mad because he dumped you for me," Kiana sneered in front of the entire family.
Instead of crying, Blair ruthlessly dismantled them, exposing how their cheap tabloid stunt tanked the family's corporate value.
Impressed by her cold logic, the family matriarch handed Blair the ultimate voting power, but it was a trap.
The matriarch immediately used Blair's elevated status to force her into an arranged marriage with a notorious, debt-ridden playboy just to secure a European shipping lane.
To her family, she was never a daughter—she was just a premium asset to be traded to the highest bidder.
What her greedy family didn't know was that Blair had already made a terrifying deal.
She was secretly married to the ruthless billionaire Butler McIntyre—a man who demanded absolute possession of her body and soul.
Now, her family's arranged parasite and her secret devil of a husband were on a collision course, and the wreckage was going to be spectacular.
9.5
On the day she discovers she is pregnant, Amara is handed divorce papers by the man she loved for three years. Betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she walks away with nothing-except the secret growing inside her.
But what Ethan Cole doesn't know is that the woman he abandoned is not weak... and not alone.
When Amara returns as a powerful heiress, no longer the woman he could control, Ethan begins to regret everything. But as secrets unravel and the truth about her pregnancy comes closer to light, one question remains-
When he finally finds out the child is his... will it already be too late?
8.2
Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
9.7
"This is not a game." As I wrapped my arm around her waist, I slipped my hand under her dress.
"What are you doing?" She froze, eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.
Kissing the back of her ear, I whispered, "Do you want me to take it out now?" I rubbed my finger against her pussy. As expected, she was soaking. A blaze of lust and need swept through me. My cock was hard, pressed against her ass. "You're drenched, my love. I know you enjoy it. Stop fighting it. Give in. Submit to your desire."
***
TARA
A family practice forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame.
Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition- a contract marriage, the very same reason I fled from.
So, what's so different this time? Mad Shanewood- the achingly handsome, with waving red flags, an irrefutable passion, or a magnetic attraction?
With my secrets still haunting me, now the whole world is watching, and our delicately fragile public image is at stake.
After a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I'm everything to him.
And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?
***
MAD
I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project.
With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.
Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She's selfless, kind-hearted, and sexy as hell. And something deep in her eyes makes me question if I'm worthy to be her husband.
For me, it seems that it's not just fixing my reputation anymore- the entrancing deposed princess didn't only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart that I built for years.
Our goals may be aligned. But then there's a disapproving father who is a King, a law, and constant threats that prevent us from getting married.
Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what's been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?