The Secret Genius Ex-Wife's Cold Revenge

I spent three years playing the role of the perfect, invisible wife to Dillard Bentley, the billionaire heir of Manhattan. While he graced the tabloids with socialites, I stayed in the shadows of our penthouse, waiting for a man who treated me like a piece of furniture. One rainy night, the facade finally shattered. Dillard came home smelling of another woman’s perfume, and I handed him the divorce papers he never expected. But before the ink could dry, a violent pain ripped through me during a family lunch, and I collapsed in a pool of blood on the pristine marble floor. While I was being rushed to the hospital, Dillard’s mother dismissed my agony as a manipulative trick, and Dillard chose to believe her. He didn't follow the ambulance; he went to a gala to protect his mistress instead. I woke up in a cold emergency room only to be told I had lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying. Because of the toxic "vitamins" his mother had been force-feeding me, my blood wouldn't clot, and I had to undergo surgery without a single drop of anesthesia. I bit down on a leather strap, feeling every agonizing scrape as they cleared the remains of my child, while my husband laughed at my pain over the phone. "Stop the drama, Erica. Tell her the divorce terms are non-negotiable. I'm busy." He hung up, leaving me to scream in silence. I realized then that the man I had once loved was the same man who let his family poison me. The "vitamins" weren't supplements; they were a death sentence for my unborn child, and he didn't even care enough to show up. Dillard thinks he’s divorcing a penniless nobody, but he’s about to find out that the world-renowned medical genius he’s desperate to recruit is the wife he left to bleed alone. I walked out of that hospital, threw my wedding ring in the trash, and reclaimed my true identity. Dr. N is coming to the global summit, and I’m not there to save the Bentley empire—I’m there to burn it to the ground.

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The waiter approached with a tower of champagne glasses on a silver tray.

Brisa, sensing Dillard's distraction, decided she needed a moment. A crisis to center his world back on her.

As the waiter passed, she extended her leg. A subtle, calculated movement. Her heel hooked the waiter's ankle.

The waiter stumbled. The tray tipped.

"Look out!" Harrison shouted.

Gravity took over. The pyramid of crystal collapsed. Shards of glass exploded outward like shrapnel.

"Ah!" Brisa shrieked, throwing her hands up.

Dillard moved on instinct. He lunged, shielding Brisa with his body. He felt a sharp sting on the back of his hand.

The crash subsided. Silence filled the room.

Dillard pulled back. His hand was dripping blood. A shard of glass was embedded in the skin.

"Oh my god, Dillard! You're bleeding!" Brisa grabbed his arm, her eyes wide with performative terror. "You saved me!"

"It's a scratch," Dillard said, looking at the wound. It was deep, but not life-threatening.

"We have to go to the hospital," Brisa insisted. "You need stitches."

Dillard sighed. "Fine."

They piled into the cars. The driver headed for Mount Sinai.

As the city lights blurred past, Dillard touched the bandage Brisa had makeshift wrapped around his hand. Mount Sinai. That's where Lloyd said Erica was.

"I'm going to check on her," Dillard said suddenly.

Brisa stiffened. "Why? You said she was lying."

"I want to see her face when I walk in. I want to see the lie crumble."

He convinced himself that was the reason. He didn't want to admit that a knot of worry was tightening in his chest.

They arrived at the ER. The staff fawned over Dillard. While a doctor stitched his hand, Brisa hovered, taking a selfie with his injured hand for her Instagram story. MyHero.

Dillard pulled his hand away. "Stop it."

He stood up. "Lloyd. What room?"

"Room 302, sir. Obstetrics ward."

Dillard walked out. Brisa scrambled to follow, her heels clicking aggressively on the linoleum.

The elevator ride was silent. The doors opened on the third floor. It was quiet here. The air smelled of antiseptic and sadness.

Room 302.

Dillard stopped at the door. He hesitated. What if she was really sick?

No. Impossible.

He pushed the door open.

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The rogue attack came without warning. One moment I was helping in the pack nursery, the next, warriors were shouting for everyone to take shelter. I ran toward the medical center, my heart pounding against my ribs as screams echoed through our territory. "Cassidy!" Someone grabbed my arm. "You shouldn't be here!" I shook them off. "My son is out there!" The medical center was chaos when I burst through the doors. Blood stained the floors, healers rushed between beds, and the metallic scent of werewolf blood filled the air. My wolf clawed at my insides, desperate to find our pup. "Ellis!" I screamed, pushing past warriors who tried to hold me back. Then I saw him.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.3

Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

8.3

I woke up in a bedroom that screamed old money, but the body I occupied felt sluggish and fragile. I was now Chris Olson, a man known as a pathetic failure who spent his marriage groveling at his wife's feet for a single look of approval. Elizabeth didn't even wait for me to clear my head before she threw the divorce papers on the nightstand. She stood there in her silk robe, eyes cold as ice, demanding I sign them before breakfast so she could finally go public with her "White Moonlight," Greg. "You're walking away with nothing," she snapped, her voice full of the disgust she'd harbored for years. She reminded me that my family had disowned me and that I'd be on the streets within a week without her charity. As I sat up, a metallic, garlic-like scent on my breath confirmed a terrifying truth: the Olson family hadn't just disowned me; they had been micro-dosing me with arsenic for years. They wanted me weak and mentally unstable so they could split the inheritance without a fight. The original Chris would have cried and begged for her to stay, but I just looked at her like she was a target. I realized then that my "loving" family and my "faithful" wife had been watching me die in slow motion, and neither of them had lifted a finger to stop it. I signed the papers without reading a single line and walked out with nothing but a duffel bag and a rusted sedan. I didn't need her alimony; I had already called her greatest rival, Adelia Cherry, to discuss a merger that would rock the city. "I'm not here to save this marriage," I told Elizabeth as I moved into the mansion right next door to hers. "I'm here to bury it, along with everyone who thought they could poison me and get away with it."

Action Modern Romance

8.7

Deceit Led to Daughter's Death

8.7

The mind-link hit me like a physical blow, tearing through my consciousness with raw panic and desperation. *Luna! Emergency at the eastern border! Rogue attack! The pups—Emma—* I dropped the teacup I'd been holding, porcelain shattering against the kitchen floor as Gamma Reynolds' frantic voice echoed in my mind. My wolf, Celeste, surged forward instantly, her maternal instincts screaming danger. *Luke!* I reached out through our mate bond, but found only silence. Not the comfortable quiet of distance, but the deliberate, impenetrable wall that had become all too familiar lately. *Alpha Anderson is unavailable,* came Beta Marcus's strained response when I tried the pack link. *He's dealing with Nathan's emergency at the clinic.* Nathan.

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9.7

His caged luna

9.7

Brenda's world ended the night her father sold her to a monster. To protect his pack from destruction, her father traded her to Alpha Aaron, the cruel ruler of the Northern wolves - a man who never spent more than one night with any woman... because none of them survived. But Brenda did. That became her curse. For three years, she endured his brutality - his control, his obsession, his endless hunger for power. She prayed for rescue, for her father, for anyone. But no one came. Until one mistake changed everything. A blindfold. A wrong room. A night with a stranger who touched her with tenderness instead of pain. That stranger was Alpha Leon, Aaron's business partner and unknowingly, her destined mate. When Leon discovered the truth, he struck a dangerous bargain to take her away. But by then, Brenda was no longer the girl she once was. She was a shell, numb, broken, and incapable of love. Now, Leon must battle not only Aaron's shadow but also the darkness inside Brenda herself. Can love heal what cruelty destroyed? Or will her pain consume them both?

Action Romance Werewolf

8.0

Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape

8.0

I stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching a positive pregnancy test, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Dante our family was growing. Instead, I heard him laugh. "She is not the bride," Dante told his Consigliere, swirling his fifty-year-old scotch. "She is the bulletproof vest I wear until it is safe for Sofia to enter the city. When the bullets stop flying, we throw the vest in the trash." My world shattered. When Sofia arrived that night, she didn't just take my place; she boiled my beloved cat for dinner. Dante didn't defend me. He told me to clean up the mess or face punishment. To prove his devotion to her, he had his men drag me to "The Pit"—an underground fight club. I was thrown into a cage with a starving Doberman. I looked up at the VIP box, begging the man I loved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the intercom button, his voice booming over the speakers. "One million dollars on the dog," he said. "She won't last three minutes." He covered Sofia's eyes to protect her innocence while the beast tore the flesh from my arm. That night, Elena Vance died in the dirt. One year later, the grieving Dante Moretti attended a gala for a mysterious new artist in New York. He dropped his champagne glass when he saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dress that revealed my ruined, scarred arm. "I didn't leave you, Dante," I said into the microphone, my voice cold as ice. "You killed me. And now, I'm here to collect my winnings."

Action Modern Romance

7.0

Stolen Heart, A Mother's Revenge

7.0

My five-year-old daughter, Lily, was dying. I used my entire tech fortune to secure a donor heart, a last-ditch effort to save her. The only surgeon I trusted to perform the transplant was her father, my husband, Graham. But on the day of the surgery, he vanished. He diverted the heart I bought to another child-the daughter of his mistress, Bella Savage. Lily died. As her heart monitor flatlined, Graham called not to console me, but to celebrate the successful surgery for his lover's child. He blocked my number as I screamed for him. He didn't even come to the funeral. He called me selfish. He said I didn't deserve to be a mother. He stood at our daughter's grave and asked her to forgive the little girl who now had her heart. My love for him died with our daughter, replaced by a cold, surgical rage. He thought he had destroyed me. He had no idea he had just created the monster who would incinerate his entire world.

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