Valkyrie Rising: Ruining My Ex-Husband
"I told you once, Dominic: I don't need your charity. I'm going to take everything you ever loved."
Once, Seraphina Sinclair gave her heart, her dreams, and even her child to a man who valued nothing but his empire. Dominic divorced her, leaving her to rebuild alone, unaware that the man she loved had his own secrets, his own mission, and his own reasons.
Six years later, the "nobody" has returned-not for love, not for reunion-but for revenge. A shadow in the city, a goddess of industry, a mother with a child who carries her ex-husband's blood. She is the Valkyrie, and she's coming for the man who broke her.
Dominic wants a second chance. He wants his family. But Seraphina's plan isn't about forgiveness-it's about showing him that the woman he once underestimated now holds the power to ruin everything he ever loved. And she will, if he doesn't finally earn her trust.
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Chapter 6
The morning sun over London was cold and gray, but inside the Carlton penthouse, the atmosphere was even frostier. Serafina sat at the breakfast table, her eyes tired but her posture perfect. Across from her, Leo was methodically eating his fruit, his small brow furrowed as he read a physical copy of the Financial Times.
"Mommy, the man from the gala is downstairs," Leo said casually, not looking up from the paper.
Serafina froze, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. "What? How do you know that?"
"I checked the lobby security feed on my tablet," Leo replied with a shrug. "He's been sitting in a black SUV since 2:00 AM. He looks messy. And he keeps looking up at our window."
Serafina felt a chill race down her spine. Dominic. He had followed her. Worse, if Leo could see him, it meant Dominic had likely seen them.
The doorbell rang, the sound echoing like a thunderclap in the quiet suite.
Serafina stood up, her heart hammering. "Leo, go to your room. Now."
"But Mommy-"
"Now, Leo!"
The boy grabbed his tablet and scurried away, but not before casting a curious glance at the door. Serafina took a deep breath, smoothing her silk robe, and checked the peephole. It wasn't Dominic.
She swung the door open to find Julian Vance. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored navy suit, carrying a bouquet of calla lilies and a bag of Leo's favorite pastries. But his expression was grim.
"He's downstairs, Sera," Julian said without greeting. He stepped inside and closed the door firmly. "Dominic Sinclair looks like he's lost his mind. He tried to push past the concierge an hour ago claiming he had a 'family matter' to discuss."
"He knows," Serafina whispered, leaning against the wall for support. "Julian, he saw us. He knows about Leo."
Julian's eyes darkened. He stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. To anyone watching, they looked like the perfect, powerful couple. "He knows nothing until we tell him. And as far as the world is concerned, I've been by your side since you arrived in London. Let him wonder. Let the doubt eat him alive."
Suddenly, a heavy thud sounded from the hallway.
"SERAFINA! OPEN THE DOOR!"
Dominic's voice was hoarse, stripped of its usual billionaire polish. He sounded desperate, broken, and dangerously close to the edge.
Julian didn't hesitate. He pulled Serafina toward the center of the room and wrapped an arm around her waist just as the suite door burst open. The hotel security guards were scrambling behind a disheveled Dominic Sinclair, who had clearly used his status-and perhaps his fists-to get past them.
Dominic stopped dead in his tracks. He saw Julian's hand on Serafina's waist. He saw the flowers on the table. And he saw the domestic intimacy he had thrown away six years ago.
"Get out, Dominic," Serafina said, her voice like cracking ice. "You're trespassing."
"The boy, Serafina," Dominic gasped, ignoring Julian entirely. His eyes were red-rimmed, searching the suite frantically. "The boy I saw in the window. He has my face. He has my eyes. Tell me the truth. Is he mine?"
Julian tightened his grip on Serafina, stepping forward to shield her. "You have a lot of nerve coming here talking about 'truth' after what you did to her. Serafina is my partner now. Anything involving her family goes through me."
Dominic's gaze snapped to Julian, his fists clenching at his sides. The air in the room felt like it was about to explode. "Your partner? I don't give a damn who you are, Vance. If that's my son in there, no amount of money or security is going to keep me from him."
"You called her a placeholder, Dominic," Serafina interjected, her voice shaking with six years of repressed rage. "You said any child of mine would be a 'gold-digger's insurance policy.' Well, guess what? This 'placeholder' became the woman who owns your debt, and that 'insurance policy' is a child who doesn't even know your name. Now, get out before I have you arrested."
At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open. Leo stood there, clutching his tablet, staring at the man who looked exactly like a grown-up version of himself.
"Mommy?" Leo asked, his voice small. "Who is the loud man?"
Dominic's knees hit the floor. The sight of the boy was a physical blow that robbed him of his breath. "Leo..." he whispered, the name tasting like a miracle and a curse all at once.
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I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard.
But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power.
I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home?
"Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me.
I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk.
"I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."
7.8
I was Grayson Warren’s "broken doll," a disgraced socialite kept on a short leash to pay off my family’s debts. To the world, I was a fragile liability; to Grayson, I was a pet he could humiliate for sport, forcing me to play the role of a mentally unstable girl while I secretly gathered evidence against his empire.
The cruelty peaked when Grayson forced me to break three years of sobriety in front of his investors, mocking my struggle before making me kneel on a golf course to scrub his shoes. He treated my life like a game, literally betting my sanity against a corporate board seat while he soft-launched a new relationship with a high-profile PR queen.
When the pressure triggered a massive panic attack, Grayson abandoned me in a private clinic just so he wouldn't miss a dinner reservation. Even my own mother turned against me, threatening to leak my psychiatric records and brand me a "violent delusional" if I didn't beg for Grayson’s forgiveness. I was trapped between a man who owned my debt and a mother who valued her estate over my daughter’s life.
I realized then that they would never let me go; they would only break me until there was nothing left. They thought they had erased my soul, but they forgot I was the only witness to the night my true love, Felix, was murdered. I was done being the victim.
I faked a suicide jump off the Queensboro Bridge to go off the grid, then crashed Grayson’s elite gala in a dress that signaled his downfall. Just as Grayson tried to physically crush me one last time, the room went silent. Felix Law, the man the world thought was dead for three years, walked out of the shadows with a federal warrant in his hand.
"Take your hands off her, Warren."
The game didn't just change; it ended. Felix was back from the dead, and this time, we were burning the empire to the ground together.
7.6
Love is the most dangerous act of rebellion in a world where control rules.
Lana has learned how to stay alive by being quiet, following the rules, and being careful. Adrian is everything she should be afraid of: strong, protective, and possessive in ways that make it hard to tell the difference between love and control. From the outside, their relationship looks stable. Safety. Even love.
But shadows grow where power is not questioned.
When Lana finds a message that was never meant for her to read, the illusion breaks. Rumors about her "condition," secret payments, hidden files, and names that have been kept quiet start to come out, showing a truth that is much darker than she thought. The more Adrian tries to keep her safe, the more she understands that protection can be a way of controlling someone.
Lana is torn between love and freedom, loyalty and survival. She has to decide if love is worth the cost of her freedom or if the best way to rebel is to choose herself.
As secrets come out and enemies get closer, one thing becomes clear: love based on power can either save you or kill you.
Omega Rebellion: Shadows of Power is a gripping psychological romance full of obsession, slow-burn tension, emotional manipulation, and the dangerous pull between control and desire. It's perfect for readers who want dark romance with sharp twists and cliffhangers that will stay with them.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.
8.0
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What starts as a temporary living arrangement quickly spirals into a suffocating web of stolen glances, unspoken desires, and a dangerous obsession. Silas isn't just looking for a place to crash; he's looking at her. And once he pins her in his sights, the thorns of their forbidden attraction will bind them together in ways that could destroy them both.
In a house where walls have ears and her brother is always watching, giving in to the madness is a risk. But Silas is a temptation she might not survive.