The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top

For three years, Connor lived as a ghost. A crippled, useless Uber driver, enduring a self-imposed exile orchestrated by his dying grandfather's will to prove he was worthy of the Hoffman empire. He even married into the wealthy Barlowe family, becoming their favorite punching bag. On the very last day of his test, his final Uber passengers slid into the backseat. It was his wife, Genevieve, and her wealthy lover. They didn't recognize him behind his mask. Right there in his rearview mirror, they kissed hungrily, mocking her "pathetic loser" of a husband and plotting to dump him after her sister's wedding. The next day at the wedding, they didn't just want a divorce. They wanted to publicly crucify him. Her lover framed Connor as a violent, cheating degenerate. They rallied the city's elite, getting his Uber manager to publicly fire him and convincing the entire ballroom to blacklist him from every job, apartment, and business in Ninverton. They even brought in an arrogant Vice President from the Hoffman Group to publicly declare Connor was a fraud, sealing his social execution. Standing alone in that lobby, surrounded by the mocking laughter of the people who had trampled on his dignity for a thousand days, Connor felt the last shred of his patience burn away. They were so utterly, hopelessly blind. Then, his encrypted phone rang. "Mr. Wise, the test is officially over. You are now the Global CEO of the Hoffman Group." Connor looked at his cheating wife and the arrogant elites laughing at his demise. He dropped the signed divorce papers on the table. The game was over. The slaughter was about to begin.

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The atmosphere in the Von Merri's grand lobby was thick with a lust for vengeance. Jett and the Barlowes, their public face of celebration now a mask for private fury, had decided on a new strategy. Connor wasn't just a cheating husband anymore. He was a violent criminal.

Gregory Tanner, the Uber manager, scurried into the hotel, his face pale but determined. Jett had summoned him to play his part in the public execution. This was his chance to solidify his place in Maddox's inner circle.

Connor was "escorted" into the lobby by hotel security. He offered no resistance, his calm demeanor an unnerving contrast to the baying mob that awaited him.

The wedding guests formed a circle, a makeshift tribunal.

Gregory Tanner stepped into the center, puffing out his chest. He pointed a trembling finger at Connor.

"Connor Wise!" he announced, his voice ringing with self-importance. "On behalf of Uber Technologies, for your violent and unprovoked assault, I am officially terminating your contract! You are fired!"

He let the words hang in the air, soaking in the murmurs of approval from the crowd. "Furthermore," he added, "your file will be flagged. You will never work for a ride-sharing service in this country again!"

A wave of satisfaction washed over the guests. Jett and Genevieve stood at the front, their faces triumphant.

Connor's expression didn't change. He didn't even look at Gregory.

Instead, he took out his personal phone. The sleek, unfamiliar device looked alien in his hands. He dialed a number and put it on speaker.

A crisp, deferential voice answered immediately. "Sir. How may I assist?"

The title, "Sir," caused a few brows to furrow, but most dismissed it as part of the act.

Connor's voice was devoid of emotion. "Finchley, I want you to terminate all global corporate partnership agreements between the Hoffman Group and Uber. Effective immediately."

A collective gasp, followed by a ripple of snickers, went through the crowd.

Connor wasn't finished. "Also, place a call to Uber's global CEO. Inform him that the service provided by his Ninverton regional operations manager, a Mr. Gregory Tanner, was... unsatisfactory. I want him to receive the call within five minutes. Make it happen."

"Understood, sir," Finchley replied without a moment's hesitation. "I will execute your orders at once."

Connor ended the call.

The lobby was silent for a full three seconds before it erupted. Not with fear, but with derisive, howling laughter.

"Hoffman Group?" someone shouted. "He's lost his mind!"

Jett Maddox was doubled over, tears of mirth in his eyes. "Oh, Connor," he wheezed. "The delusions are getting worse. You think a phone call can scare us?"

Gregory Tanner smirked, shaking his head in pity. The man was clearly pathetic, resorting to such childish fantasies. He glanced at his watch, a smug look on his face as he prepared to mock the five-minute deadline.

And then, Gregory's phone began to shriek. A frantic, insistent ringing.

The caller ID made his blood run cold.

CEO - NORTH AMERICA DIVISION.

The smirk vanished from Gregory's face. He stumbled away from the crowd, his hand shaking as he answered the call.

The crowd couldn't hear the words, but they saw the effect. They saw the color drain from Gregory's face, leaving it a pasty, sweaty grey. They saw his eyes widen in sheer terror. They saw the phone slip from his nerveless fingers and crash onto the marble floor.

On the other end of the line, a voice was screaming. A voice that had just learned that the company's nine-figure annual contract with the Hoffman Group-their single largest corporate account-had been vaporized. A voice that had been told, in no uncertain terms by the global CEO himself, that it was because of the actions of one Gregory Tanner.

"Tanner! You idiot! What did you do?!" the voice roared through the phone's tiny speaker. "The Hoffman Group just pulled everything! Everything! You're fired! Get out of my sight! You're finished!"

Gregory stared into the middle distance, his world collapsing in on him.

Connor watched him, his eyes as cold and unforgiving as a winter storm.

This, he knew, was only the appetizer.

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Seven years into their relationship, Aurora’s world shatters when Oscar Ramsay returns home to claim his family inheritance. To secure his position, he agrees to father an heir with his late brother’s widow, Evie. Despite his pleas for forgiveness, Oscar’s nightly betrayals culminate in a lavish wedding to Evie once she conceives. Realizing his promises of a better life are hollow, Aurora decides she can no longer endure his infidelity. Prioritizing her daughter Ingrid over Oscar’s vast wealth, she chooses to leave him and his lies behind forever.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

After an Influencer Claimed My Husband as Hers

8.2

While scrolling through a livestream, a woman discovers an influencer boasting about an office romance with the CEO of Gibson Corporation. Recognizing the man's build as her own husband's, she questions the streamer's claims, only to be attacked by fans and banned from the platform. Facing accusations of jealousy and being a troll, she returns home to her sleeping spouse. With their marriage certificate in hand, she demands the truth about his alleged second life and the woman claiming his name for herself.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

9.6

Discarded Wife's Vengeance

9.6

Betrayed by her husband and her own family, a woman is discarded and left with nothing. After surviving a life-altering tragedy, she returns with a new identity and a cold heart. Now a powerful figure in the business world, she seeks to dismantle the lives of those who ruined her. As she executes her calculated revenge, she crosses paths with a mysterious billionaire who offers an alliance that could change her fate and heal her scars.

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8.4

Flash Marriage To The Secret Tycoon

8.4

Kathern was forced out of her sister's home by her abusive brother-in-law, who violently demanded she pay half the rent or get out. To protect her sister from his rage, Kathern agreed to a six-month paper marriage with a stranger—an old woman's grandson, Bronson—in exchange for a simple apartment. But her new husband treated her like a scheming gold digger from the very first second. He showed up to City Hall in a cheap suit, shoved a brutal prenup in her face, and dumped her in a completely empty, dust-filled apartment. "Just don't cause any trouble," he warned coldly, before leaving her alone. When Kathern politely texted him to ask if he was coming home for dinner, he immediately blocked her number. Kathern was furious and baffled. She didn't want a dime of his money, nor did she care about his boring middle-management job. She had only agreed to this marriage for a place to sleep, yet this arrogant man treated her like absolute garbage. Refusing to swallow the insult, Kathern immediately dialed his grandmother to expose his behavior. She was going to build her own independent life, completely unaware that her "cheap corporate loser" of a husband was actually the ruthless billionaire CEO of the Vaughan empire.

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8.2

From Betrayal to Hope

8.2

After her husband’s cruel betrayal and a devastating divorce, a woman's life is left in ruins. Just as she begins to lose faith in love, a powerful billionaire enters her world, offering the support and protection she never expected. This chance encounter ignites a journey of deep emotional healing and newfound strength. Together, they navigate the complexities of high society, transforming her past heartbreak into a future filled with hope.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Reborn Heiress: The CEO's Revenge Bride

7.2

I lay in the hospital bed, every breath feeling like I was inhaling wet concrete. My husband, Trent, stood by the window, more interested in his reflection in the glass than his dying wife. My sister, Cristi, sat nearby, complaining about how the rain would ruin her expensive shoes on the way to the car. Trent walked to my bedside and brushed a finger against my oxygen tube. "The liver failure is aggressive," he whispered. "But we expected that, didn't we? After all those 'vitamins' you've been taking." I tried to scream, but my vocal cords were paralyzed. Cristi just giggled, telling me not to struggle because they needed my trust fund voting power by midnight. They held up a Do Not Resuscitate order and told me my hand had "signed" it with a little help. "You were a depreciating asset, Cleora," Trent said, his lips cold against my forehead. "Now, you're finally liquidated." As the darkness swallowed me, I saw flashes of my life—my mother’s suspicious car crash, my stolen sketchbooks, and the bitter almond taste in my morning juice. I died in a state of pure, helpless rage, realizing I had been murdered by the only people I ever loved. How could they be so heartless? How could I have been so blind to the monsters living in my own home? Then came the sensation of falling. I sat up with a gasp, my lungs burning with fresh, salty air. The hospital was gone. I was in a luxury stateroom on our family’s charity cruise, three years before my death. I was alive, healthy, and back at the beginning. When a blood-stained billionaire named Clemente Pennington walked out of the suite's bathroom, I didn't run. I looked him in the eye and realized that this time, I wouldn't be the one liquidated. I was going to make them pay for every drop of poison they ever fed me.

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The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top

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