The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies.
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Chapter 2
A dozen men in black suits swarmed the emergency department.
August's private security team moved like a military unit. They violently yanked the privacy curtains shut across every glass window, blocking out the waiting room.
A massive bodyguard stepped directly into Elisa's path. He reached out to snatch the triage clipboard from her hands.
Elisa took a swift step back.
The bodyguard scowled and unclipped the heavy baton from his belt. Behind the counter, the head nurse let out a squeak and ducked out of sight.
Elisa didn't blink. She stared dead into the bodyguard's eyes.
"Under the New York State HIPAA laws, touching this medical record is a federal offense," Elisa said, her voice sharp as glass. "Try it."
The trauma room doors swung open. August stepped out. He waved the bodyguard away and marched toward Elisa. His eyes were dark and stormy.
The hospital director sprinted down the hallway, sweating profusely in his tailored suit. He bowed his head to August before turning a frantic glare on Elisa.
"Give me the chart, Elisa. Now," the director ordered.
Elisa didn't fight him. She let her fingers slip from the plastic board. She watched the director hand it over like a loyal dog.
August reached into his suit jacket. He pulled out a leather-bound checkbook and a gold fountain pen. He scribbled a number so fast the pen scratched the paper.
He slammed the check down on the nurse's station counter.
"One hundred thousand dollars," August said, his voice a low, dangerous threat. "Keep your mouth shut."
The check slid off the slick surface and fluttered to the linoleum floor. Elisa looked down at the paper. A bitter, mocking smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.
The double doors opened again. Paramedics wheeled Allena out on a transport bed. Her face was pale, but her eyes fluttered open.
Allena's gaze cut through the crowd and locked perfectly onto Elisa. A weak, highly intentional smirk formed on Allena's lips.
Bile rose in the back of Elisa's throat. She looked at Allena the same way she looked at a bag of medical waste.
August immediately turned his back to Elisa. He leaned over the transport bed, his large hand gently cupping Allena's cheek, blocking Elisa's view completely.
The paramedics pushed the bed toward the VIP exit. August walked right beside it.
Right before he pushed through the exit doors, August threw one last warning glare over his shoulder at Elisa. Then, he was gone.
The roar of the helicopter engines faded into the night. The ER was suffocatingly quiet. The director wiped his sweaty forehead and scurried away.
Claire, a young nurse, popped up beside Elisa. Her eyes were wide with excitement.
"Oh my god," Claire whispered. "Who was that? That girl must be his absolute soulmate. They must have been going at it so hard to end up here."
Elisa bent down. She picked up the hundred-thousand-dollar check, crumpling it into a tight ball in her fist.
She turned to Claire. She lowered her voice, adopting a deeply serious, clinical tone.
"I saw his chart," Elisa lied smoothly. "The man suffers from severe, organic erectile dysfunction."
Claire gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth.
"The injuries," Elisa continued, her face completely deadpan, "were caused by illegal, oversized mechanical toys. He can't perform naturally."
Claire's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. The romantic illusion shattered instantly, replaced by pure disgust. "Ew. Gross."
Elisa patted Claire's shoulder. "Patient confidentiality, Claire. Don't tell a soul."
She knew Claire. Claire couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it. By tomorrow morning, the rumor of August Chambers' impotence would be the absolute hottest topic of gossip circulating through every breakroom and nurse's station in this entire hospital.
Elisa walked into the breakroom. She shoved the crumpled check into the heavy-duty paper shredder.
The machine whirred loudly, chewing the paper into tiny, worthless strips.
She stripped off her scrubs, pulled on her tan trench coat, and pushed through the hospital doors. The freezing New York wind hit her face, and for the first time in seven years, she felt like she could breathe.
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A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
9.6
For five years, I was Barron Santana's elite bodyguard and loyal shadow. I stood between him and bullets, giving him my youth and my entire heart.
But last night, the CEO announced his engagement to a flawless socialite on national television.
Heartbroken, I got blackout drunk and ended up crashing on the couch of Cassidy Gross, a billionaire tech CEO who saved me from a bar creep.
When I showed up late to work, Barron locked me in his freezing office. He pinned me against the glass, smelling Cassidy's cologne on my clothes.
"Are you already looking for your next meal ticket?"
He snarled the words, treating me like a cheap whore. When I defended myself, he pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped his fingers, acting as if my very touch contaminated him.
Then, he coldly ordered his assistant to draft my termination papers.
Five years of risking my life for him, thrown away like garbage just because of his twisted ego.
Devastated, I ran out and collapsed in the hallway, sobbing uncontrollably until a kind coworker gently pulled me into his arms to comfort me.
I didn't know Barron had followed me out.
Seeing me clinging to another man, his legendary control completely shattered, replaced by a dark, violent possessiveness.
But it was too late. I was done playing his obedient dog, and it was time to take Cassidy up on his offer.
9.8
My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant.
I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care.
Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient.
When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband.
He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter.
When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust.
I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child.
When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face.
"You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away."
He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back.
His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated.
They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive.
They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money.
I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call.
Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg.
Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke.
"Welcome back to the throne, Madam."
9.7
Alya Harrell was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy Long Island family, treated worse than a stray dog in her own home. Tonight, her family finally found a use for her.
Her stepmother and half-sister, Chloe, forced her into a scandalous, plunging red dress. They were offering her as a bargaining chip to Warren Thorne, a ruthless, sleazy hedge fund manager known for collecting and discarding young girls.
Just to ensure her absolute humiliation, Chloe intentionally "tripped" and spilled a glass of red wine all over the silk dress.
"Now you'll have to wear that hideous little black thing you own," Chloe sneered, leaving Alya to face the high-society dinner looking like a beggar.
When Alya tried to escape Thorne's groping hands, her own father hunted her down. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, and raised his hand to strike her for embarrassing the family.
She was nothing but a pawn to them, a cheap product to be sold and abused for their financial gain. Alya's heart turned cold as she realized her blood relatives would gladly destroy her just to secure a lucrative business deal.
But when she was sent to the cellar to fetch a $50,000 vintage wine for their billionaire VIP guest, Alya caught her perfect sister hooking up with a personal trainer next to the priceless bottle.
Quietly stealing the vintage wine and burying it in the garden dirt, Alya returned to the ballroom with a dangerous smile.
"I think I saw Chloe carrying a bottle down to the cellar," she told her furious father and the VIP, leading them straight toward the trap that would completely ruin her sister's perfect life.
7.6
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Aria Bennett is the perfect daughter, a decoration in her father's massive business empire. But for one night, she decides to break every rule. At a secret underground club, she meets Adrian, a man who knows exactly how to please her and awaken desires she never knew she had. They promise each other nothing but one night of pleasure and desire.
But when Aria wakes up to find him gone, leaving only a cold note behind, she thinks the fantasy is over. That is, until she walks downstairs the next morning to see the same man standing in her driveway.
Now, the man who knows her darkest secrets is her father's new driver. Forced to face him every day while pretending they are strangers, Aria is caught in a suffocating game of cat and mouse.
Adrian on the other hand is dangerous, cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy her father's empire.
And the closer she gets to him, the more she risks losing everything, including herself.
8.7
Adelia thought she was just heading upstairs to rest in the hotel suite arranged by her caring stepsister.
But her champagne had been heavily drugged. In the pitch-black room, her rational thoughts melted away as she was violently pulled into the darkness by a terrifying stranger.
The next morning, the heavy suite door was kicked open, and blinding camera flashes shattered her world.
Her fiancé stormed in, hurling their prenuptial agreement directly at her bleeding cheek.
"You make me sick! Violating our agreement like this. You are a disgusting, unfaithful whore!"
Her stepsister squeezed to the front of the crowd, crying perfectly rehearsed tears of horror for the tabloid reporters, while her eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated triumph.
Desperate and trembling, Adelia begged her father for help, explaining she had been framed.
But her father, the family CEO, only cared about his plummeting stock prices. He coldly stripped her of her inheritance, froze her trust funds, and had massive security guards physically drag her out of Manhattan.
She hadn't just been betrayed; she had been completely slaughtered by the people she loved most. As the elevator plummeted toward the lobby, her tears dried into a bloody, silent vow.
Six years later, Adelia stepped out of JFK Airport, flanked by her terrifyingly smart six-year-old twins.
She was no longer a disgraced, pathetic victim. She had returned as a legendary, untouchable ghost surgeon, ready to rip her family's empire apart.
And her very first move involves saving the life of the ruthless Wall Street predator who ruined her that night.