Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife
I placed the positive pregnancy test on the black marble island, expecting at least a flicker of emotion from my billionaire husband.
Instead, his assistant dropped a thick divorce agreement right on top of it.
"Laelia is back in New York," Alistair said, his eyes completely dead. "This two-year game is over. Get rid of it."
He ordered his private security to book an abortion clinic for that very night.
To protect my unborn child, I fled through a freezing maintenance shaft and threw myself off a snowy cliff into a rocky ravine.
When I woke up battered and bruised in the hospital, I faked a miscarriage, hoping he would finally let me go.
Instead of an ounce of pity, he choked me, called me a vile creature, and had his guards throw me out into a deadly Manhattan blizzard in nothing but a thin hospital gown.
As the hypothermia set in, I remembered my father jumping off a Wall Street high-rise, driven to bankruptcy by the very man who just left me and his own blood to freeze to death.
For two years, I had played the submissive stand-in wife, mapping out every vulnerability in his empire, but I never expected him to be this ruthless.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness in the snow, a black Maybach skidded to a halt in front of me.
Inside sat Silas Rhodes, Alistair's biggest corporate rival.
I dragged my battered body up and offered him the ultimate weapon to burn my ex-husband's empire to the ground.
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Chapter 7
Seraphina sat on the cold floor, her back against the metal bedframe. She looked up at Clara's horrified face and kept pushing the lie.
She forced tears into her eyes, letting them spill down her cheeks in a display of manic grief. "Why should he get to be happy with his first love while I raise his bastard? I wanted him to feel it."
She spat the words out with venom. "I want him to live the rest of his life knowing his own flesh and blood is dead because of him."
Clara covered her mouth with both hands. She backed away slowly, looking at Seraphina as if she were a monster.
A deafening crash shattered the room. The heavy wooden door flew open, slamming against the wall so hard the plaster cracked.
Alistair stood in the doorway. His eyes were bloodshot. The veins in his neck bulged against his collar. He radiated a terrifying, murderous energy.
He crossed the room in two massive strides. He shoved Clara out of the way. She hit the edge of the bed and fell.
Alistair bent down. His large hand clamped around Seraphina's throat. He stood up, dragging her off the floor by her neck.
Seraphina's feet dangled in the air. Her hands instinctively flew up, clawing at his iron grip. Her lungs burned as the airway crushed shut.
"Is it true?" Alistair's voice was a demonic growl. He shook her. "Did you kill it?"
Seraphina looked down into his furious eyes. Her vision swam with black spots. She forced the corners of her mouth up into a twisted, victorious smile. She gave a single, jerky nod.
She managed to force a whisper through her crushed windpipe. "You couldn't... protect it. You're... nothing."
The insult hit Alistair's core. His pride, his ego, his fundamental need for control-she had destroyed it all.
He opened his hand. Seraphina dropped like a stone. She hit the mattress and bounced, gasping violently for air. She coughed, her chest heaving, but her eyes gleamed with cold triumph.
Clara scrambled up and stood in front of Seraphina. "Get away from her! You're a murderer!"
Alistair didn't even look at Clara. He stared down at Seraphina. The fury in his eyes morphed into something worse. Pure, unadulterated revulsion.
"You are the most disgusting, vile creature I have ever met," he said. His voice was terrifyingly calm now.
Seraphina's heart gave a painful throb, but she kept her face locked in a mask of defiance.
"Discharge her," Alistair ordered. "Now."
"Sir," the director stammered. "She has severe trauma. Legally, we can't-"
Alistair stopped. He slowly turned his head. His eyes were dead. "My men will handle the paperwork. Get her out of my sight."
He walked away. The sound of his dress shoes faded down the hall.
Julian stepped into the room, followed by two of Alistair's massive private security contractors. Julian dropped an 'Against Medical Advice' release form on the bed along with a pen.
"Sign it," Julian commanded coldly. Seraphina's hand shook, but she scrawled her name, finalizing her own eviction.
The two bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed Seraphina by the arms and hauled her up.
Clara tried to fight them, but one of the men shoved her back against the wall with brutal force. Seraphina looked back and gave Clara a sharp look, warning her to stay quiet.
A terrified nurse rushed forward and threw a thin cashmere coat over Seraphina's shoulders before retreating.
Alistair's men dragged her down the corridor. The hospital staff averted their eyes, terrified of the billionaire's wrath.
They reached the loading dock at the back of the hospital. The heavy steel doors were pushed open. The guards shoved her forward into the alleyway.
Seraphina stumbled out into the freezing night. The metal doors slammed shut behind her, the deadbolt sliding into place, locking her out in the deadly storm.
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9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
7.2
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone.
When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
7.5
Five years of a fake marriage to a billionaire.
Christi thought she was a wealthy wife-until City Hall told her the truth.
No marriage license. No legal rights. Nothing but a lie.
Her husband cheated on her for four years.
His entire family mocked her, used her, and planned to trap her with a baby.
She was ready to ruin them all.
Then a secret changed everything:
Her late parents were DARPA elites. She is the sole heir to $50 billion.
There's only one catch-marry Cornelius Gregory, Wall Street's ruthless paralyzed tycoon.
She signs the contract in an instant.
Freeze their accounts. Destroy the Rivera family.
The game is over for them.
And the queen has just arrived.
8.2
Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.
9.5
Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé.
But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe.
"Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic.
"Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night.
Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger.
She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand.
Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare.
But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company.
He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse.
Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee.
Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally."
A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama.
She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life.
Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.