The Timid Wife Is A Ruthless Boss

I married Curtiss Coffey under a strict business contract, playing the role of a pathetic, timid orphan to survive my greedy uncle’s family. They treated me like dirt, mocking my cheap clothes and forcing me to beg for their scraps while I lived in the shadow of their Manhattan penthouse. But my life as a doormat ended the night Curtiss discovered who I really was. During a high-stakes meeting at an exclusive SOHO club, a door cracked open for a split second. Inside, I wasn't the trembling assistant they all despised; I was Freya, the ruthless, cold-blooded founder of Verve, dominating powerful executives and dismantling their pathetic offers with surgical precision. Curtiss stood in the hallway, frozen in the shadows, his eyes locked on the woman he thought he knew. He watched me command the room with a lethal, calculated grace that shattered every lie I had ever told him. The timid girl he had pitied and protected didn't exist. He had been playing a game with a predator, and he had been her biggest fool all along. As the door clicked shut, he didn't storm in to confront me. He simply loosened his tie, a dark, terrifying smile spreading across his face. He looked like a wolf that had finally cornered his prey. He turned to his assistant and gave the only order that mattered: "Lock down the club. Nobody leaves."

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The private dining room at the Upper East Side club smelled of expensive perfume and old money.

Isla walked in exactly on time. The moment she crossed the threshold, the loud, piercing laughter of the socialites abruptly stopped.

Collette sat at the center of the table. She looked Isla up and down with absolute disgust.

Isla stood frozen near the door. She looked like an ugly duckling that had wandered into a swan enclosure. "Good afternoon," she whispered.

Jaylene pointed a manicured finger at the smallest chair in the darkest corner. "Sit there. Don't block the waiters."

Isla walked over and sat down. She kept her hands folded tightly in her lap. She pulled the trust fund documents from her bag and slid them across the table to Collette.

Collette ripped the folder open. Her eyes scanned the new asset-freezing clauses Curtiss had added. All the color drained from Collette's face.

Collette slammed the folder onto the table. The silverware rattled.

"You useless piece of trash!" Collette hissed. "You can't even control your own husband in bed to protect your family!"

Isla's eyes immediately filled with tears. Her bottom lip trembled. "I... I can't tell him what to do. I'm scared of him."

The other wealthy women at the table raised their napkins to hide their cruel smiles. They loved watching the fake Coffey wife get humiliated.

To change the subject and show off, Jaylene snapped her fingers. A waiter pushed a black velvet mannequin into the room.

Draped over the mannequin was a shimmering, silver starry-night gown.

"This," Jaylene announced proudly, "is the unreleased autumn haute couture from Verve."

The room erupted in gasps. The women crowded around, praising Jaylene's incredible connections and flawless taste.

Isla looked up. The moment her eyes locked onto the dress, her heart stopped.

It was the leaked design. The trash she had discarded.

Isla's trained eyes immediately caught the flaws. The stitching on the hem was jagged. The fabric lacked the true weight of Verve silk. It was a cheap, pathetic knockoff.

Jaylene strutted over to Isla. She sneered, looking down at Isla's gray sweater. "Don't stare too hard. People who wear rags will never touch Verve fabric in their lifetime."

Isla ducked her head. She forced a look of pure awe onto her face. "It's... it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Collette leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "There is a charity gala tomorrow night. You will make Curtiss introduce Jaylene to the London fashion executives."

Isla shook her head frantically. "Curtiss never takes me to those events. He won't listen to me."

Collette's voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "If you don't make it happen, I will stop paying the maintenance fees for your parents' graves."

Isla's breath hitched. Her fingernails dug so hard into her palms that the skin broke. A violent, murderous rage flared in her chest.

She forced the rage down, burying it deep. She looked up, letting a tear spill over her lashes. "Okay. I'll beg him."

When the lunch ended, Isla practically ran out of the room. The second she turned the corner into the empty hallway, she pulled out her phone. She snapped a high-resolution photo of the fake dress through the cracked door.

She sent the photo to Kristy with one text: Prepare the PR kill squad.

Just as she hit send, K. Jennings walked around the opposite corner, escorting a client.

Isla shoved her phone into her pocket. She aggressively wiped at her eyes, making sure they looked red and swollen. She hunched her shoulders, letting out a soft, pathetic sniffle.

K. Jennings stopped. He frowned, watching the boss's wife crying in the hallway of a private club. It was his job to report everything.

Isla kept her head down and hurried past him. As soon as she was behind him, the corners of her mouth curled up into a dark, calculating smile.

She knew Curtiss. He didn't love her, but his ego was massive. He would never allow anyone to publicly humiliate a woman who carried his last name.

Isla got into a yellow cab. She stared out the window, already planning Jaylene's execution at the gala.

Meanwhile, inside the top-floor office of Coffey Group, Curtiss listened to K. Jennings's phone report.

The gold-plated fountain pen in Curtiss's hand snapped completely in half. Ink bled across his fingers.

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For ten years, I was the family pariah, framed for a crime that destroyed my brother's career. My husband, Mark, never believed my innocence. Instead, he fell for the lies of my sister-in-law, Elsa-the woman who orchestrated my downfall. On our tenth anniversary, he stood me up to celebrate with her and our daughter. When I finally confronted him with divorce papers, he threw me out into a blizzard. My own daughter looked at me with cold, dismissive eyes. "Elsa said she should have been my mom." Left to freeze on the side of the road, my heart didn't just break; it turned to ash. The decade of abuse had finally killed every last bit of love I had. But I didn't die. A stranger saved me, and with his help, I found the one piece of evidence I needed to burn their world to the ground. Now, at the divorce settlement, I look at their smug faces and press play on a hidden recorder. "The world will soon know exactly who owes whom."

Action Mystery Romance

9.5

Dangerous Seduction: The Man They All Feared Is Mine

9.5

It was city gossip that Aiden Elliott, a powerful figure, was old, hideous, and close to death. For money, Millie's greedy father, sly stepmother, and jealous stepsister forced her into marrying this so-called dying man. Refusing to give in, Millie rebelled by spending the night with a male escort-only to find out later he was the very man she was set to marry, the rumored tyrant himself. "I'm old and ugly?" "Impotent?" "You want a divorce?" Aiden wouldn't let her go. From then on, Millie became his cherished wife, pampered and protected, envied by everyone.

Action Modern Romance

9.5

I Was Saved By the Lycan King Who Claimed Me

9.5

Betrayed and left for dead by her own pack, Elara is certain her journey ends in the cold shadows of the forest. However, her fate takes a drastic turn when she is rescued by the legendary Lycan King. To her shock, the powerful monarch claims her as his fated mate. Now, Elara must navigate the dangerous politics of a new court and her growing feelings for her savior, all while the ghosts of her past threaten to destroy her newfound sanctuary.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.2

Letter from the dead

8.2

When a mysterious letter arrives from a person long thought dead, a grieving investigator is thrust into a dangerous web of secrets. To uncover the truth behind the message, they must navigate a high-stakes world of hidden agendas and lethal threats. As the search intensifies, an unexpected partnership blossoms into a deep romance, blending love with peril. Each clue brings them closer to a dark conspiracy that someone will kill to keep buried.

Action Mystery Romance

7.3

Married to Bury a Secret

7.3

I never thought my wedding day would feel like a funeral. Leon Martins, cold, arrogant, untouchable, married me not for love, not for desire, but for a secret buried deep in his family's shadows. I was the sacrifice, the pawn forced into his gilded cage. Every glance from him cuts like a blade. Every touch burns like a warning. He keeps me close yet pushes me away, as if my presence is both punishment and temptation. But secrets have a way of unraveling, and the closer I get to discovering his, the more dangerous this marriage becomes. Because somewhere between our battles and stolen moments, my heart betrays me. I start to want the man who swore he could never love me. And when his carefully guarded walls begin to crack, I see something terrifying in his eyes: a longing as reckless as my own. Was I brought into this marriage to protect his secret... or to destroy us both?

Action Mystery Romance

9.1

Pampered By The Assassin Family

9.1

I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.

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