You Can't Afford Your Genius Ex-Wife Now
For two years, Kailey lived as the invisible wife of billionaire Jack Velasquez, treated like a ghost in a mansion that felt like a beautiful cage.
When Jack finally grew tired of her, he didn't even show up to say goodbye. He sent his cold-faced butler to hand her the divorce papers, kicking her out like trash.
The entire East Coast high society mocked her, laughing at the "gold digger" who got dumped. Jack expected her to cling to his wealth, assuming she would eagerly take the fifty million dollar alimony. But shortly after the divorce, Jack's precious ward was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Desperate, Jack ordered his men to turn over every rock in the world to find "The Surgeon"—a legendary, untraceable medical genius.
He had no idea that the mythical savior he was frantically searching for was the quiet, forgettable ex-wife he had just thrown away. When Jack finally stood before her in the hospital, he didn't apologize. Instead, he threatened to destroy her career if she failed the surgery, arrogantly calling her a greedy opportunist.
"I will take your license, your reputation, and your precious new center, and I will burn them to the ground."
Kailey didn't shed a single tear. She had already signed away his fifty million without taking a cent.
She simply picked up her old surgical tools, put on her pristine white coat, and forced the arrogant billionaire to fund a nine-figure neuroscience center just to get her to the operating table.
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Chapter 4
The ER at New York General was a battlefield. Sirens wailed, gurneys clattered, and nurses shouted over the noise.
It was 2:00 AM. Kailey was in her office, reviewing charts, when the door flew open. Tessa Powell stood there, her face pale and drawn.
"Dr. Randall! ER! Traumatic brain injury, acute herniation! Pupils are dilating!"
Kailey was on her feet before Tessa finished the sentence. She grabbed her white coat and sprinted down the hallway.
The trauma bay was a scene of controlled chaos. A middle-aged man lay on the gurney, his head bandaged, his breathing shallow. The monitor screamed a tachycardic rhythm.
The on-call neuro resident was sweating, his hands trembling as he adjusted the ventilator. "I can't get the ICP down! We need to crack his skull now, but the bleed is too deep!"
Kailey pushed past him, grabbing the CT scan from the lightbox. It was bad. An epidural hematoma, shifting the midline of the brain. The window to save him was measured in minutes.
"OR 2, now!" Kailey barked. "Call anesthesia. Tell them we're going in hot."
Suddenly, a woman screamed. "Is he going to die? Please, you have to save him!"
A woman in a torn dress and a young man in a business suit pushed past the security guard. The man's eyes were wild, his face red with panic.
"You're the doctor?" the young man snapped, looking Kailey up and down. "You look like you're still in college."
"I'm Dr. Randall," Kailey said, her voice level. "Your father is herniating. We need to operate immediately."
"I want Dr. Adler!" the man demanded, stepping in front of the gurney. "I want the chief! Not some kid!"
"Dr. Adler is out of the country," Kailey replied, trying to move around him. "I am the only neurosurgeon available. Every second we waste, your father loses brain tissue."
"I don't care!" the son shouted, his voice cracking. "I'm not letting you touch him! Where are your credentials? Where did you train?"
He grabbed Kailey's arm, his fingers digging into her bicep. "I want a real doctor! Not some diversity hire!"
Tessa stepped forward. "Sir, let her go! She's the best-"
"Shut up!" the son roared, shoving Tessa backward. "I'm calling our lawyer! If you touch him, I'll sue this hospital into the ground!"
The monitor alarm changed pitch. The man's heart rate was dropping. The herniation was worsening.
Kailey's eyes narrowed. "Sir, your ignorance is killing your father."
"How dare you!" the son screamed, raising his hand as if to strike her.
"Let her do it."
The voice cut through the noise like a blade. It was cold, commanding, and utterly authoritative.
The room froze. The son turned slowly.
Jack Velasquez stood in the entrance of the trauma bay. He wore a tailored black suit, a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Behind him stood two massive security guards and the hospital administrator, who was wiping sweat from his brow.
Jack's gaze swept the scene, landing on the doctor. His breath caught. The face under the harsh fluorescent lights was impossibly familiar. Kailey. His ex-wife. The woman who had signed away his fortune just days ago. What in God's name was she doing here, wearing a white coat and commanding a trauma bay? The world tilted on its axis.
He quickly masked his shock, his business instincts taking over. Before he could process the absurdity of the situation, he saw the patient's declining vitals. He turned to the hospital administrator beside him and asked in a low, urgent voice, "Who is she? Is she qualified?"
The administrator, flustered, stammered, "That's Dr. Kailey Randall, sir. Our new Deputy Chief of Neurosurgery. Dr. Adler himself recruited her. She's a genius."
Deputy Chief. The words echoed in Jack's mind. He looked back at Kailey, seeing her not as the quiet woman who haunted his mansion, but as a figure of authority. He made a split-second decision.
"The Velasquez Foundation funds this hospital," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but echoing with power. "I am vouching for this doctor's competence. Let her work, or I will have you removed."
The son paled. He looked at his mother, who was sobbing quietly, then back at Jack. He stepped aside.
Kailey didn't waste a second. She gave Jack a single, unreadable glance before turning her full attention to the patient. "Wheel him to OR 2! Move!"
As the gurney rolled away, Jack watched her go. He felt a strange pull, a jarring sense of dislocation. This was a side of her he never knew existed. He had spent two years married to that face, and he had never really looked at it. He turned back to the administrator.
"Make sure she has everything she needs," Jack ordered.
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7.6
Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her.
The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate.
Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless.
When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed.
He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her.
To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature.
"If you fail, you will never see Bria again."
He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point.
Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair.
How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing?
Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.
8.9
For three years, Alana acted as the sole tactical brain for the Dawnbreaker squad, keeping them alive despite being labeled a useless "Dud" Conduit.
But right before the crucial Ascension Trials, squad leader Cash handed her a corporate sponsorship contract. The condition? She had to become the "private companion" to a greasy corporate heir just so the squad could get high-tier gear.
When she refused, the teammates she had bled for unanimously voted to kick her out.
"You're just window dressing, a liability."
They revoked her safehouse access, burned her belongings, and the academy advisor even tried to force her into a state-sanctioned breeding program. They left her to freeze in the slums, betting she would desperately crawl into the rich man's bed.
What they didn't know was that her inability to summon an Eidolon wasn't a lack of talent. Her teammate Dallin had been secretly sabotaging her rituals for years, crippling her potential just to keep her chained as their free tactician.
Stripped of everything and pushed to the absolute brink, Alana's despair morphed into a deadly resolve.
Using a million-credit black market loan and a forbidden blood matrix, she forcibly anchored an Apex-Tier cosmic wolf disguised as a harmless silver pup.
When her ex-squad tried to publicly humiliate her and burn her new "pet" alive in the cafeteria, a flash of silver light severed Dallin's hand instantly.
Looking at her screaming former teammates, Alana finally smiled.
8.7
"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
***************
Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.