The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband
Haven was escorted out of her office by security like a common criminal. Her corrupt boss had just fired her without cause, denying her severance and threatening to permanently blacklist her.
Desperate, she turned to her ex-husband Clayton, a ruthless top-tier corporate lawyer, begging him to represent her.
But instead of helping, he stared at her with absolute ice.
"You thought you could pay for my billable hours by opening your legs? Find a public defender."
Left destitute and facing eviction, her life spiraled further into hell. A prestigious newspaper offered her a dream job, only to instantly rescind it. Her vicious stepsister, Bettye, had maliciously tipped them off about a ten-year-old grand larceny conviction—a crime Bettye had actually committed but framed Haven for. To make matters worse, Haven discovered Clayton's law firm was actively defending the very boss who had just ruined her life.
The injustice and betrayal suffocated her. She couldn't understand how the boy she once loved had become such a soulless monster, perfectly willing to protect her abusers while watching her drown.
While packing her meager belongings in despair, she stumbled upon Clayton's old high school diary from exactly ten years ago. Out of petty rage, she grabbed a pen and scribbled an insult on the yellowed paper.
To her horror, the ink vanished. Seconds later, sharp, aggressive handwriting bled through the blank page.
"Who are you? How are you writing in my book?"
Staring at the impossible text from a 17-year-old Clayton, a manic spark of hope ignited in her eyes. She was going to rewrite her destiny.
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Chapter 6
Ten minutes earlier.
Clayton walked down the crowded hallway, his backpack slung over one shoulder. His mind was entirely consumed by the diary's insane mission.
Suddenly, a suffocating cloud of sweet floral perfume hit his face. Kendall Cohen, the school's undisputed queen bee, stepped out from a corner and blocked his path.
Kendall wore a pristine cashmere sweater. A flawless, practiced smile stretched across her lips. She reached out and seamlessly looped her arm through Clayton's.
"Clayton," Kendall pouted, pressing her body against his arm. "Why are you walking so fast?"
Clayton's body went rigid. He stared over her shoulder, looking at the clock on the wall. The minutes were ticking down.
Kendall didn't notice his tension. "You have to come watch my piano audition in the auditorium. Now."
Normally, Clayton would have just nodded. Their families were close business partners. It was easier to tolerate her demands than to deal with the fallout of rejecting her.
But right now, the diary's warning screamed in his head. That girl is your future wife.
Clayton smoothly but firmly pulled his arm out of Kendall's grasp. The rejection was physical and absolute.
Kendall's hand hovered in the empty air. Her perfect smile cracked, revealing a flash of genuine shock.
"I have somewhere to be," Clayton said. His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.
Kendall bit her lower lip. Tears instantly pooled in her large eyes. It was a weapon she used constantly. "You never say no to me, Clayton. Please." Her voice trembled perfectly.
Clayton looked down at her fake tears. For the first time in his life, he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated disgust. He checked his watch again.
"Not today, Kendall." Clayton stepped around her and walked away without a single backward glance.
Kendall stood frozen in the middle of the hallway. The tears vanished instantly. Her face twisted into an ugly mask of jealousy and rage. She dug her manicured acrylic nails into her palms until they left deep red half-moons.
In the present, Haven sat in her apartment. The black ink bled onto the page.
"I just ditched Kendall to do your insane mission," Clayton wrote. "She looked like she wanted to murder me."
Haven stared at the sentence. A massive, overwhelming wave of vindication crashed through her. Her lips curled into a massive, genuine smile.
For ten years, Kendall had been the untouchable ghost in her marriage. The perfect childhood sweetheart.
And now, because of Haven, seventeen-year-old Clayton had left her standing like an idiot in the hallway.
Haven pressed her pen to the paper, practically buzzing with joy. Good job, Dad. That girl isn't worth your time.
Back in the dark storage closet, Clayton read the diary's response. He raised an eyebrow, but he didn't write back. He shoved the diary into his bag.
He focused his eyes through the wooden slits. The dark figure stepped up to the manager's desk.
The late afternoon sun hit the side of the thief's face. Clayton's eyes narrowed. It was Bettye Le. The manipulative, spiteful stepsister of the girl he had just saved.
Bettye looked over her shoulder. She pulled a flathead screwdriver out of her pocket.
Clayton raised his phone. His thumb hit the red record button.
Bettye jammed the screwdriver into the lock of the glass display case. She twisted it violently. The screech of grinding metal echoed in the quiet room.
SNAP. The lock broke. Bettye yanked the case open. She stared down at the velvet jewelry boxes inside.
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He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
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He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
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Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
8.9
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On the day of our wedding.
I did what anyone would do:
Threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry.
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Something unexpected.
In that quiet place...
Someone found me.
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Scratch that: out of a nightmare.
He's rich as sin, arrogant as heck, and way too handsome for his own good.
He's also way too handsome for mine.
So when he offers me his hand and a way out of the worst day of my life, I do the only thing I can do:
I say yes.
That's how I ended up on his yacht.
That's how I ended up in his bed.
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8.0
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After the divorce, Olivia rose like a storm-becoming a dazzling musician, the world's leading accordionist, and a woman whose talents amazed everyone.
Too late, Theo saw her worth and begged with reddened eyes, "Babe, please come back to me, will you?"
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9.4
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"I'm saving up for my coffin fund."
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