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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Chapter 8

Karson Cantrell walked toward the leather sofas with a reckless smirk playing on his lips.

Isla immediately dropped her head. She bit down on her lower lip so hard she tasted copper. Her chest heaved. The ghost of the boy who had abandoned her five years ago was suddenly standing in the same room.

Curtiss didn't hesitate. He stepped sideways, placing his massive frame directly in front of Isla, blocking her from the stranger's view. His muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Karson stopped two feet away. He completely ignored Curtiss. He leaned to the side, trying to catch Isla's eye. His gaze was filled with a sickening mix of agony and desperation.

"Isla," Karson said. His voice was raw, intimate.

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Curtiss's eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "Who the hell are you, and why are you addressing my wife by her first name?"

Karson finally looked at Curtiss. He tilted his chin up defiantly. "I'm the future son-in-law of the Morales family. Jaylene's fiancé."

Isla's stomach violently rejected the words. Jaylene's fiancé. Her fingernails dug into her palms until she felt wet blood. The betrayal was a physical knife twisting in her gut.

Curtiss felt the violent trembling of the woman behind him. He reached back without looking and grabbed Isla's freezing hand, his grip crushing and absolute.

Curtiss let out a dark laugh. "You have terrible taste in women, Cantrell. Your fiancé is currently the laughingstock of the ballroom."

Karson's jaw clenched. But he didn't care about Jaylene. He took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward Isla's arm. "Isla, please. We need to talk."

Curtiss slapped Karson's hand away with brutal force.

"Touch her," Curtiss snarled, the veins in his neck bulging, "and you lose the arm."

The two men stared each other down. The air crackled with violent male aggression. A physical fight was seconds away.

Isla knew she had to kill the situation before Curtiss started digging into Karson's past. She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind Curtiss.

She looked at Karson. She forced her eyes to widen in pure, unadulterated terror.

"Mr. Cantrell," Isla said, her voice shaking violently. "I don't know you."

Karson looked like he had been shot in the chest. He stared at her blank, terrified eyes in absolute horror.

Isla turned to Curtiss. She grabbed his lapels, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please, Curtiss. Take me home. I feel sick."

Curtiss looked down at her wet face. The tears short-circuited his rage. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward the balcony doors.

Karson tried to follow, but two massive Coffey bodyguards stepped out of the shadows, slamming their hands into his chest, pinning him to the doorframe.

Out on the freezing balcony, the autumn wind whipped around them.

Curtiss grabbed Isla by the shoulders and slammed her back against the cold stone pillar. He boxed her in, his arms caging her against the wall.

"Who is he?" Curtiss demanded, his voice a low, terrifying rumble. "Why are you shaking?"

Isla's brain raced. She couldn't tell him the truth.

She let out a pathetic sob, letting her shoulders tremble violently. "He... he runs in Jaylene's circle. I've seen him at their parties... People in that circle, they always look at me with those eyes, making me feel so small and dirty. I just... I don't want to be near him. Please, I just want to go home."

Curtiss stared into her eyes, searching for the lie. But Isla's terror was real-she was terrified of being exposed.

Curtiss's jaw ticked. He didn't fully believe her. But seeing her shivering in the cold wind, his chest tightened. He stripped off his tuxedo jacket and threw it over her bare shoulders.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Coffey women do not lie, Isla. Remember that."

Isla nodded frantically, burying her face into the warm silk of his jacket to hide her heavy breathing.

Through the glass doors, Karson watched them. He saw Curtiss's jacket draped over Isla. Karson's hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.

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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

The feral wolf's teeth snapped inches from my throat. I twisted left, drove my blade up through its ribcage, and felt the hot spray of blood across my knuckles. It dropped with a gurgling whine. Around me, the Rogue Lands stretched in endless gray—dead trees, cracked earth, and the constant stink of decay. "Arielle!" Silas's voice cut through the chaos. "Three more on your six!" I didn't turn. I could hear them—the scrape of claws on stone, the ragged breathing of wolves who'd lost their humanity years ago. My wolf, Kira, surged beneath my skin, eager and vicious. She'd only awakened two years into my exile, born from rage and survival, and she was nothing like the gentle creature I'd imagined as a child. I spun, caught the first attacker mid-leap with a kick that sent it sprawling.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.2

Letter from the dead

8.2

Clara Daniels life falls apart when her husband Daniel disappears after a strange crash. The only things he leaves behind are letters filled with puzzles and hidden meanings. With the help of Michael, a tired detective who carries his own painful past, Clara follows the trail Daniel left behind. Each clue takes her deeper into secrets she never knew about her husband, an old bookstore, a quiet café, a forgotten manor, and even his family’s hidden history. Along the way, Clara realizes Daniel lived a life she never fully saw, keeping parts of himself locked away. As dangerous men close in, and with her own strength slipping, Clara has to face the truth: finding Daniel’s past might put her life in more danger than she ever imagined. The closer she gets, the more she must decide if uncovering everything will save her or destroy what little she has left.

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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