Too Late For Regret, Mr. Morrison

I came home exhausted from an eighteen-hour hospital shift, just wanting to rest in the bed my husband of three years rarely shared with me. Instead, I found his mistress sprawled on our bedroom floor in a pool of stage blood, holding a knife and screaming that I had pushed her and killed her baby. My husband, Kian, rushed in. He didn't care that I was still in my wrinkled scrubs, nor did he look at the blatantly fake ultrasound she threw on the floor. "Shut up, you vicious bitch." He shoved me out of the way so hard that my head cracked open against the sharp marble fireplace. As real blood gushed down my face and blinded me, he simply scooped her up and walked out, leaving me bleeding on the floor while the house staff watched in disgust. As I lay there gasping, my medical training cut through the haze. The chronic weakness and dizzy spells I'd suffered for months weren't from overwork. Kian had been slowly poisoning me. I had played the meek, invisible wife for three years, enduring his coldness and his cheating. I didn't understand how the man I married could not only frame me, but actively try to murder me just to clear the way for his secret lover. I dragged myself up, stitched my own torn scalp without a single tear, and pulled out my hidden military-grade laptop. I signed the divorce papers to claim my guaranteed half of his ten-billion-dollar trust fund, and logged back into my old hacker alias. The meek wife was dead.

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"Let her go."

The voice came from the SUV. It was calm, unhurried, but it carried the weight of a nuclear threat.

Kian froze, his grip on Carmen loosening slightly. He turned his head, his eyes widening when he recognized the face in the window. "Thorne? This is none of your business. This is my wife."

"Your ex-wife," Julian corrected smoothly. He gave a slight nod toward the rear of his vehicle.

Two massive men in dark suits stepped out of the front of the SUV. They moved with the silent efficiency of trained killers. Before Kian could react, one of them grabbed his wrist, twisting it sharply until Kian yelped and released Carmen. The other gently steadied her as she swayed on her feet.

"Get your hands off me!" Kian shouted, struggling against the bodyguard's grip. "I'll have you arrested for assault!"

Julian stepped out of the car. He walked over to the gravel, ignoring Kian entirely. He looked down at Carmen, who was barely conscious, her head lolling.

He bent down and picked up the cracked photo of her and her mother. He slipped it into the pocket of his suit jacket. Then, he carefully lifted Carmen into his arms. She was feather-light.

"Take him to the ground," Julian ordered without looking back.

A loud grunt and a thud told Carmen that Kian had been introduced to the gravel.

Julian placed Carmen gently in the back seat of his SUV. He climbed in beside her and shut the door. The soundproofing immediately cut off Kian's screaming.

"Drive," Julian told his driver.

The car pulled away smoothly. Inside the cabin, the air was cool and smelled faintly of leather and sandalwood.

Carmen forced her eyes open. The world was spinning, but she could see the man sitting next to her. Sharp jaw, dark eyes, an aura of absolute control.

"You're Julian Thorne," she slurred, her tongue feeling heavy.

"And you are very lucky I was in the neighborhood," Julian replied, his gaze fixed on her face.

Carmen's brain was foggy, but her medical training kicked in. The weakness, the dizziness, the blurred vision-it was more than just exhaustion. It was chemical.

"Hospital," she rasped, swallowing hard. "He's been poisoning me. Something slow-acting. Chronic. I need a full toxicology screen. And dexamethasone. Ten milligrams. Now."

Julian raised an eyebrow. He didn't question her. He simply spoke into the car's intercom. "Change of destination. NewYork-Presbyterian, VIP wing. And get Dr. Evans on the line. Tell him to prep for a priority toxicology case and have ten milligrams of dexamethasone ready on arrival."

He turned back to her, his eyes narrowed in thought. "You seem to know your way around a medical emergency," he said quietly. It wasn't an accusation, but a statement of fact, filed away for later.

Carmen didn't answer. She leaned her head back against the cool leather, conserving her strength. The fog in her brain was thick, and a cold dread was seeping into her bones. He knew. Kian had been poisoning her. For how long?

Julian watched her, his expression unreadable. He had come to the Morrison estate today on a hunch, a calculated business move to probe a rival's weakness after hearing rumors of the divorce. He hadn't expected to walk into a kidnapping.

And he certainly hadn't expected Kian Morrison's supposedly unremarkable wife to diagnose her own chronic poisoning and prescribe the correct counter-agent while on the verge of collapse.

He leaned back against the leather seat. He studied her with an intensity that made her skin prickle, even in her dazed state.

"I've been looking for someone with a very particular set of skills, Mrs. Morrison," he said, his tone conversational but his eyes sharp. "It seems my search may have just gotten more interesting."

Carmen stared at him. The mask was slipping, on both their parts. She couldn't talk her way out of this. The evidence was in her own words, in the blood running through her veins.

She met his gaze, her eyes as cold and hard as his. "What do you want, Thorne?"

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Rumor has it that Edward Hawthorne, the world's wealthiest man, is engaged to a woman from an equally illustrious family. Yet those closest to him whisper about the first love he's been chasing for more than ten years. But as far as Alice Sterling is concerned, neither the fiancée nor this mysterious "first love" really matters. Her formidable boss, Edward, is already married-and completely devoted to his wife. He gifts her jewels worth millions without blinking, personally selects her presents from exclusive designer boutiques, and carefully plans intimate candlelit dinners. If that's not love, what is? Except.why do those multi-million-dollar necklaces keep finding their way to her? And why is the scarf he supposedly bought for his wife now wrapped around her neck? As the soft candlelight plays across his sharp features, something clicks inside Alice. It turns out the spoiled, pampered wife of the billionaire tycoon.has been her all along.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Broken Bonds: The Rise of the White Wolf

8.8

As the pack's Omega cleaner, I was invisible. I spent my days scrubbing floors, clutching a cheap moonstone in my pocket—the only proof that Marcus Thorne, the billionaire Alpha, had once touched me. I was his fated Mate. I thought he just needed time to realize it. But the night of the Alpha Ball wasn't a fairy tale; it was an execution. Isabelle, his scheming assistant, dropped classified documents at my feet and screamed "Traitor!" I waited for Marcus to sense our bond. I waited for him to save me. Instead, his eyes turned cold as ice. He didn't just believe her; he destroyed me. He threw me into a dungeon coated in burning silver. He watched as I was fed Wolfsbane. And then, in front of the entire pack, he delivered the final blow. "I, Marcus Thorne, reject you, Olivia Hayes." The bond snapped. My soul shattered. He chose a viper over his true mate and ordered me dumped at the border to die like a rogue. But he made a fatal mistake. The rejection didn't kill me. It woke something ancient inside me. I wasn't a weak Omega. I was the White Wolf. Five years later, I returned to New York. Not as the girl he threw away, but as the powerful Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, with a new, stronger Mate by my side. When Marcus saw me, the color drained from his face. He fell to his knees in the dirt, holding out that old, dull moonstone, weeping. "Liv, please. I remember now. Take it back." I looked down at the man who had broken me and whispered the truth that would haunt him forever. "I don't want it, Marcus. That stone belongs to a girl who died in your dungeon."

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.8

I Let Her Go, Now She's Unattainable

8.8

To repay a debt, Elliana hid her real abilities and married into a powerful family, quietly helping her husband conquer the business world. Three years later, he coldly announced, "She's back. We're getting divorced." Elliana dropped the act. No longer willing to pretend, she stepped out as a legendary healer, a supermodel, the head of a global conglomerate, a top luxury designer, and a master restorer. Her ex begged for forgiveness, but Elliana never looked back-she chose his far more impressive uncle instead. "You're just not worth it."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Idol Project: They All Gave Up Center

9.1

With only two months left until the final debut evaluation, the pressure is mounting for every trainee. However, the competition takes a chilling turn in Idol Project: They All Gave Up Center when the lead dancer abruptly offers her coveted position to the protagonist. Despite receiving constant praise from trainers, she seems paralyzed by an inexplicable terror. What begins as a quest for stardom devolves into a dark mystery as rivals forfeit their dreams out of pure, unadulterated fear.

Horror Modern Mystery Young Adult

9.5

My Dead Husband Married Another Woman

9.5

For six years, she mourned Chace, the husband who vanished off Bixby Creek Bridge, marking every birthday with white lilies at the cliff’s edge. Then a single Instagram post destroys the lie: Chace is alive, laughing beside Ivory Woodward, his former secretary, celebrating their sixth anniversary. Her rage-fueled crash into their Beverly Hills party ends in blood and humiliation. Chace seizes their home, threatens her ailing mother’s life support, and leaves her jobless and ruined. When Ivory’s hospital visit precedes her mother’s death and the withdrawal of a heart donor, grief hardens into resolve. With nothing left, she uploads every damning file to the cloud and broadcasts the truth—then drives back to the bridge, ready to vanish on her own terms.

Action Modern Mystery

9.5

The Actor's Failed Act

9.5

After seven years together and five years of secret marriage, she sacrificed her health and pride for her husband’s acting career. However, he rewards her devotion with public infidelity and cold dismissals. When a landslide leaves her fearing for her life, he ignores her final call to celebrate another woman's birthday. Broken and disillusioned, she files for divorce. Now that she is ready to walk away, he publicly declares their marriage at an awards ceremony, but his late confession cannot heal her heart.

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