The Trophy Wife's Ruthless Revenge
Keely returned to her Manhattan penthouse a day early, expecting the loving billionaire husband who had just told her how much he missed her.
Instead, the scent of cheap vanilla perfume led her to the guest room, where she found Haden tangled in the sheets with his timid, soft-spoken secretary.
To the world, Haden was the flawless, devoted partner. He would even beat a man to a bloody pulp at a high-society gala just for insulting her, violently claiming he was protecting his wife.
But behind his golden-retriever facade lay a narcissistic monster. While begging for her affection and making her breakfast, he was secretly draining their marital assets into offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands.
Keely had to swallow her disgust, forcing a perfect smile as she played the clueless, dependent trophy wife he wanted her to be.
It made her physically sick. She couldn't understand how the man who looked into the camera with eyes full of love just last night could be the same thief plotting to leave her with nothing. Was his violent, suffocating obsession with her just a sick cover for his betrayal?
But Haden didn't know his "helpless" wife was actually the ruthless CTO of a tech empire. She had already hacked the home surveillance and traced the missing funds, ready to make him bleed. Then, her private investigator called with a medical report that pushed her revenge to the edge.
"Mrs. Jones, Darlene Sutton is six weeks pregnant."
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Chapter 2
Keely sat in the darkest corner of the exclusive Manhattan private club.
She stared out the floor-to-ceiling window. The busy streets below looked like a blur of gray metal and yellow cabs.
Her mind played a cruel trick on her. It replayed the charity gala from last week. Haden had stood in front of the cameras, gently kissing the back of her hand.
A bitter, humorless smile twisted her lips.
She pulled out her burner phone. She dialed the encrypted line of Veronica Cromwell, Manhattan's most ruthless divorce attorney and her closest friend.
The phone rang three times.
"Do you have any idea how stupid opposing counsel is?" Veronica's voice came through, backed by the loud chatter of a courthouse hallway. "The judge is practically asleep."
"I want a divorce." Keely cut her off. Her voice was flat.
The line went dead silent. The background noise seemed to vanish.
"Keely, that's not funny. Haden is a golden retriever in a suit."
Keely did not say a word. She tapped her screen and sent a one-time encrypted link along with a dynamic password. "Destructs in five minutes," she stated simply.
Five seconds passed.
"Holy fucking shit," Veronica hissed.
The sound of a heavy door slamming echoed through the phone. Veronica had moved to a stairwell. "When? Where?"
"Half an hour ago. In our guest room." Keely's tone did not change.
"I am canceling my afternoon. Be at my office in thirty minutes."
Half an hour later, Keely walked into Veronica's soundproof, anti-wiretap office.
She took off her oversized trench coat. Her spine was perfectly straight. The helpless trophy wife persona was completely gone.
Veronica walked straight to the bar cart. She poured two fingers of neat whiskey and held it out.
Keely shook her head. "Club soda. No ice."
"You need to calm your nerves," Veronica said.
"I need my brain to work," Keely replied. "Alcohol makes you sloppy."
Veronica lowered the glass. A flash of respect crossed her eyes. She sat behind her massive oak desk.
Keely plugged her phone into Veronica's isolated computer. She transferred the full video.
Veronica watched the screen. Her jaw clenched tight. Her face turned pale with disgust.
Keely took a slow sip of her club soda. "Pull up the prenup."
"Keely, you know what's in it," Veronica warned.
"I know that if we file for a no-fault divorce, I get a pathetic severance package," Keely said. "I am not leaving with nothing. I want him to bleed."
Veronica opened the archived file. She started scanning the dense legal jargon.
Keely crossed her legs. She rested her hands on her knees. Her eyes locked onto the glowing screen, sharp and hungry like a predator.
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Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers.
As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested.
With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries.
Because some thrones are not inherited.
They are taken.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
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Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
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Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.1
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Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on.
Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago.
There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about.
And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.
9.5
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As their flickering bond strengthens, Lyra's wolf claws back to life and Brian's loyalties split, igniting a rebellion against a family built on sacrifice and fear. When Asher seizes the crest and brands them fugitives, what begins as escape becomes a fight for more than revenge-it's a war to remake the packs into something kinder and just, and to claim a throne built on unity rather than domination.