Zero Assets: Divorcing The Cruel Billionaire

A car crash erased my husband Apollo's memory. I brought his favorite vintage watch to the club, praying it would remind him of our love. Instead, standing outside the VIP room, I heard him coldly tell his friends that I was just a greedy gold digger. He accused me of slipping drugs into drinks at a party, completely unaware that he was fiercely protecting Brynlee, the woman who actually set me up. He froze every bank account in my name to force me to my knees. When I confronted them and threatened to call the police, he shielded Brynlee. He even grabbed me by the throat, choking me until I slipped and fell backward into a freezing outdoor pool. As blood poured from a deep gash on my forehead, he just looked down at my thrashing body. "Disgusting," he spat, his eyes filled with murderous hatred. The man who used to treat me like his entire world was dead. He didn't just forget our marriage; he forgot my humanity, torturing me to protect a calculated liar. That single word killed the last pathetic shred of hope I had been clinging to. So, when he finally discovered the truth at the hospital and desperately tried to stop the divorce, I didn't shed a single tear. I just handed him the divorce papers claiming zero assets. "I'll see you at the courthouse tomorrow at nine."

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Apollo recovered from his shock in a fraction of a second. His dark eyebrows pulled together, and a flash of pure disgust crossed his face.

"Where the hell is security?" Apollo's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "How did a woman without a membership get in here?"

Erna didn't blink. She didn't slow down. She walked right past the staring heirs and socialites, straight to the massive glass coffee table in front of him.

Brynlee shrank back against the sofa cushions, pressing her shoulder into Apollo's arm. She crossed her hands over her chest, her eyes wide like a frightened deer.

Erna stopped. She looked down at Apollo. There was no warmth left in her gaze, no pleading, no tears.

She raised the stack of papers in her hand and slammed them down onto the tempered glass.

Smack.

The sound echoed like a gunshot in the silent room. The crystal whiskey glasses on the table rattled against each other.

Several people in the room gasped. Brynlee let out a tiny, dramatic shriek.

Apollo stared at the bold word DIVORCE printed at the top of the document. The muscles in his jaw ticked. His pupils contracted.

Then, he leaned back against the leather sofa and let out a dark, mocking laugh.

"What's the number this time, Erna?" Apollo sneered, crossing his arms. "Ten million? The penthouse in Manhattan? What's the price for your exit?"

"Flip to the last page," Erna said. Her voice was completely flat. "Look at the asset division clause."

Apollo's eyes narrowed. He grabbed the papers with a look of utter contempt and flipped to the back.

His eyes scanned the text. Then, his mocking smile froze.

The clause clearly stated she was taking nothing. She will waive all division of jointly owned property between spouses and leave with nothing.

He looked up at her, his expression twisting into suspicion. He was searching her face for the trick, convinced this was just a new psychological game.

Erna ignored him. She shifted her gaze to Brynlee, who was still clinging to Apollo's side.

"I didn't say anything bad about you, Erna, I swear-" Brynlee started, her voice trembling.

"Save the pathetic acting for someone who buys it," Erna cut her off. Her voice was like crushed glass. "It makes me sick to look at you."

Apollo shot up from the sofa. He stepped in front of Brynlee, shielding her with his broad body.

"Watch your mouth," Apollo roared, his chest heaving. "Don't act like a rabid dog just because your scam failed."

Erna looked at his protective stance. A year ago, that would have shattered her. Now, it just felt ridiculous.

She reached into her coat pocket, pulled out her phone, and lit up the screen. She held it up for the entire room to see. It was an electronic NYPD police report receipt.

"I filed an official police report two hours ago regarding the drugged drinks and the leaked private photos from last night," Erna announced, her voice ringing clear across the room.

The temperature in the suite plummeted. The faces of the people who had been at the party turned stark white.

Apollo's face darkened into a storm of fury. "Are you threatening the Cherry family with the police?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"The police will find out exactly who put the drugs in that glass," Erna said calmly, putting her phone away.

She looked at Apollo one last time. She looked at him like he was a stranger on the subway.

Erna turned on her heel. The hem of her cheap trench coat flared out behind her.

She didn't say another word. She walked out of the suite, her footsteps steady and echoing down the hall.

Apollo stood frozen in the center of the room. He stared at the divorce papers that asked for absolutely nothing, a sudden, inexplicable panic clawing at the inside of his throat.

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I was a wolfless Omega, forced into a humiliating contract with Alpha Declan just to keep my mother's life support running. Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret. But one night, I unlocked his tablet and discovered the sickening truth. He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava. While I was fed gray nutrient paste like a stray dog, he was parading them around as his perfect family. He even moved them into the master suite and tossed out the last wooden toy belonging to my dead son. Worse, I found out my own stepbrother was Karly's spy, helping them keep me in the dark. The week I was hemorrhaging in the hospital, terrified of losing my baby, Declan wasn't fighting a border war. He was buying Karly diamonds in Paris. The week my mother suffered a massive stroke, he abandoned her to take his secret daughter skiing. I was entirely alone, a convenient shield for his lies. But the absolute betrayal burned away my lingering grief, leaving behind a freezing, unbreakable clarity. I didn't just want a divorce anymore; I wanted to burn their entire world to ash. So, I slipped a forged termination agreement into his stack of Pack contracts. Blinded by his own arrogance, the Alpha signed my freedom without even looking. Holding the legal key to my cage and a folder full of his treacherous secrets, I sped out of the manor and dialed an encrypted number. "It's time. Unleash hell."

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9.4

His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero

9.4

On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

No Escape: The Billionaire Won't Sign

9.5

I returned to New York with two scuffed suitcases and a broken heart, ready to end my three-year exile as a ghost wife. All I wanted was to sign the divorce papers, move my dying mother to hospice, and vanish from the billionaire Spears family forever. But the moment I stepped into the penthouse, I saw a pair of expensive red-bottomed heels by the door that weren't mine. Carlyle, the husband who hadn't spoken to me in years, was already moving his mistress into our home before the ink on our separation agreement was even dry. The humiliation was only the beginning. Carlyle treated me like an intruder in my own house, yet he forced me to attend high-society galas as his "perfect" wife to protect his reputation. When I tried to leave, he froze my bank accounts, leaving me unable to pay for my mother’s life-saving treatment. He watched my desperation with cold, predatory eyes, flaunting his new romance in the tabloids while keeping me trapped in his freezing home. My mother’s doctors warned me she was running out of time, but Carlyle only used her illness as a leash to keep me from running. I didn't understand why he was doing this to me. I had clearly signed away the money and the name, so why wouldn't he let me go? Why did he have me watched for years if he hated me so much? Why was he flaunting another woman while refusing to sign the papers that would set us both free? What did he want from a woman he claimed to despise? When I finally cornered him with the final decree, Carlyle didn't pick up the pen. He snatched the folder, a flicker of cold triumph in his icy eyes. "The terms are wrong, Beatrix. I'm adding an employment clause. You’re going to work for me, in my office, where I can keep you under my thumb 24/7." He didn't just refuse to sign the papers; he had just turned my divorce into a permanent prison sentence.

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7.0

Rising From Hell: The Vengeful Heiress Returns

7.0

I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance. But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table. "I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester." He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia. In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck. Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power? Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers. "Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand. This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell.

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8.5

Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

8.5

I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash. But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering. "The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress." My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears. I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase. Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly. "You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money." When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side. I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife. But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book. So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Step Daddy's Naughty Girl

8.3

I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit. I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth. Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous. A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed. Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become.

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