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 5
Keely stood outside the heavy doors of the penthouse. She closed her eyes and took one last, deep breath.
She adjusted her face into a soft, tired smile. She pushed the door open and dragged her suitcase inside, making sure the wheels clattered loudly against the floor.
Haden walked out of the living room. He wore a crisp silk loungewear set.
His face lit up with a flawless, gentle smile. He walked over and took the suitcase from her hand.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"How was the West Coast, baby? You look exhausted," he murmured.
Keely smelled the fresh body wash on his skin. He had showered. Her throat tightened with a sudden urge to gag.
She forced her smile wider. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
"It was a long flight," she lied softly.
Haden wrapped his arm around her waist. His hand twitched, and he subconsciously adjusted the cuff of his silk sleeve-a small, nervous tell she knew meant he was tense or trying to hide something.
"Julian Carlisle is hosting a birthday party at Soho House this weekend," Haden said. "I want you there. I want everyone to see my beautiful wife."
Keely nodded obediently. "I'd love to."
Haden smiled. He patted her hair. "Let me make you some coffee."
He turned and walked toward the open kitchen.
The second his back was turned, the warmth vanished from Keely's eyes. They went dead.
She slipped into the walk-in closet. She stripped off her travel clothes. She pulled on a sharp, tailored black suit.
She grabbed a plain leather briefcase. She walked out the side door, perfectly avoiding the blind spots of the penthouse cameras.
She took the subway to Times Square, then transferred twice to make sure she wasn't followed.
She walked into an inconspicuous, brick industrial building in Brooklyn.
Beside what looked like an abandoned freight elevator, she swiped an encrypted keycard against a completely unremarkable patch of the wall. Instantly, a hidden iris scanner slid out from the brickwork, a red laser sweeping across her eye. Once verified, an entire section of the wall slid silently inward, revealing the true, high-tech elevator. She pressed the button for the top floor.
The doors slid open. The futuristic headquarters of Aeon Tech hummed with energy.
Massive holographic screens floated in the air. Dozens of elite engineers typed furiously at their stations.
Arthur Dalton, her COO, rushed toward her holding a tablet.
"You almost missed the core tech meeting," Arthur complained.
Keely tossed her briefcase to an assistant. She pulled her hair up into a tight knot as she walked.
Her posture changed. The dependent canary was gone. The ruthless CTO of a tech empire took over.
She marched toward the central glass conference room.
The engineers stopped talking. They watched her with absolute respect.
Keely pushed the glass doors open. The room fell dead silent. She walked to the head of the table and planted her hands on the glass.
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9.2
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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.
****
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.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
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
Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister.
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
Smoke and silence rule the ruins of the Mantle pack. Lyra, once a fierce warrior-wakes shackled and ritual-silenced, her wolf buried but not dead, a living emblem of everything Lucius, the cruel Alpha of Onyx Crest, used to cement his power. Brian, the heir raised to obey, is taught to deny the bond he never wanted; one whispered word from Lyra cracks that obedience and sparks a secret, dangerous connection.
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.