Transmigrated: The Bankrupt CEO's Unexpected Wife
I woke up with a splitting headache in a trashed penthouse, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and discarded Hermes boxes.
A quick glance at the morning newspaper confirmed my worst nightmare: I had transmigrated into the novel 'The CEO's Tender Vow'. Worse, I was the villain's vain, useless wife, right at the exact moment his tech empire completely collapsed.
The original owner of this body had just attempted suicide because her husband went bankrupt. When my cold, exhausted husband, Alek Holden, walked through the door, he threw a divorce agreement and a bank card with a pitifully low balance onto the kitchen counter. He coldly warned me that his creditors would be at the door any minute. Meanwhile, my toxic ex-boyfriend was already waiting downstairs, publicly mocking Alek's downfall and offering to make me his mistress. In the original plot, taking that money and running with the ex led to a miserable, tragic death.
I stared at the thick stack of divorce papers. I knew Alek was the ruthless villain who would eventually claw his way back to power and brutally destroy everyone who abandoned him. There was no way I was going to play the role of the shallow, doomed ex-wife and wait to be crushed.
I looked Alek right in the eyes, grabbed the agreement, and ripped it right down the middle until it was nothing but useless shreds.
"The marriage vows said for richer or for poorer. I am staying to help you rebuild."
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Chapter 2
Alek's eyebrows pulled together in a hard line. He looked her up and down as if she were a complete stranger.
He let out a harsh laugh. He planted both hands on the marble counter and leaned forward. His massive frame cast a shadow over her.
"What kind of game are you playing now?" he demanded.
Emma stepped back from the sheer force of his presence. The small of her back hit the cold edge of the kitchen cabinets.
She took a deep breath to steady her racing pulse. She looked straight into his eyes.
"You need someone to help manage your life right now," she stated evenly.
Alek looked at her like she had lost her mind. He stood up straight.
"You don't even know how to use the microwave," he mocked.
Heat rushed to Emma's cheeks. She pointed toward the spotless living room.
"I just cleaned the entire apartment," she argued.
Alek followed her finger. He stared at the clean room, his jaw clenched tighter. This level of order was beyond her. A calculated performance, but how? His eyes narrowed, scanning her for any clue.
He lost whatever little patience he had left. He pushed the pen closer to her edge of the counter.
"This is your last chance. My creditors will be at the door any minute," he warned.
Emma stared at the bank card. She knew the balance was only a few thousand dollars. If she took that money and left, she wouldn't survive a month in New York.
She reached out. Her hand went right past the expensive fountain pen. She grabbed the thick stack of divorce papers.
Alek's tense jawline relaxed slightly. He thought she was finally giving up.
Emma gripped the top of the pages. She pulled her hands apart with brutal force. The crisp sound of tearing paper ripped through the quiet kitchen. She ripped the agreement right down the middle.
Alek's pupils shrank. He stared in absolute shock as the torn pieces fluttered down onto the marble island like snow.
Emma kept tearing. She ripped the thick paper again and again until it was nothing but useless shreds. She completely cut off her own retreat.
She swept the pieces off the counter and into the trash can. She dusted off her hands and turned back to him.
"The marriage vows said for richer or for poorer," she said.
Alek stared at her. The vows hit him like a physical blow. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just glared at her.
The heavy silence stretched between them. Then, a low, distinct rumble came from Alek's stomach.
A faint trace of red crawled up the back of Alek's neck. He quickly turned his back to her to hide the physical reaction.
Emma caught the subtle shift in his posture. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling.
"Let's go down to the convenience store and get something to eat," she suggested.
"I don't need your charity," Alek snapped coldly. He walked away from the kitchen and headed straight for the master bedroom.
Emma didn't try to stop him. She grabbed her phone and her coat and walked quickly to the entryway.
She slipped on a pair of flat shoes and pushed the front door open. The cold draft from the hallway hit her face and cleared her head.
She stepped into the elevator and watched the numbers drop. Her mind raced, calculating how to buy the most filling food with the tiny amount of change left on her phone.
Inside the master bedroom, Alek heard the heavy front door click shut. He immediately walked over to his security monitors and pulled up the hallway feed.
He watched Emma's back as she walked away without looking back. He let out a cold scoff. He was sure she couldn't handle the poverty and was running away.
He ripped his tie off his neck. He walked into the bathroom and stared at his exhausted reflection. He needed to plan his next move.
Emma walked into the 24-hour bodega down the street. She stood in front of the shelves, carefully comparing the prices of bread and eggs.
She grabbed a loaf of whole wheat bread, a carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and a discounted jug of milk. She carried them to the register.
She used the digital wallet on her phone to pay. She watched the balance drop to nearly zero. A tight knot of anxiety formed in her stomach.
She carried the plastic bags out of the store. The freezing New York wind whipped through her thin coat. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked steadily back toward the apartment building.
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8.9
My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend.
To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath.
In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory.
I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds.
He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years.
Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow.
When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex.
I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left.
I thought that was the end of it.
But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM?
Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm?
"She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you."
I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me.
Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering.
His demand wasn't money. It was me.
He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began.
7.5
I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me.
Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice.
"The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one."
Alvie didn't even blink.
He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit.
He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement.
The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor.
A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity.
In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames.
Then, I violently jerked awake.
I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin.
I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering.
The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both.
7.4
Alaya woke up in the sterile hospital room to a devastating reality: her six-month-old baby was gone, lost in a horrific car crash.
But as the memories crashed into her, she realized she had been reborn. She was back three years before her ultimate death, back to the moment she remembered lying bleeding on the asphalt while her husband, Hardy, shielded his mistress from the freezing rain.
When Hardy finally showed up at the ward, he coldly dismissed the crash as a mere accident and immediately left to comfort his young lover. To make matters worse, Alaya secretly checked her medical files and found a terrifying detail: someone had intentionally slipped beta-blockers into her system, a lethal drug for her transplanted heart. And Hardy didn't care about her dead baby or her irreversible infertility. He only coldly confirmed with the doctor that her heart was still viable.
A horrifying suspicion made Alaya's blood run cold. Why was her husband so obsessed with protecting her transplanted heart while treating her like garbage? And why was his perfectly healthy mistress secretly racking up massive bills at an advanced cardiac hospital?
Realizing she was nothing but a vessel in a twisted, deadly game, Alaya didn't shed another tear.
She packed her belongings, left her flawless diamond wedding ring on the cold marble table, and vanished from their penthouse.
When Hardy finally tracked her down, she threw a thick stack of documents onto the table.
"Sign the divorce papers," she said, her eyes completely dead.
7.9
Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster.
During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde.
When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability.
Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave?
Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket.
"What are you looking at, Foster?"
Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.
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.