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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Cary stared down at Jax Koda with eyes as sharp as butcher knives.

Jax wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Please, Mr. Warren," Jax begged, shrinking under Cary's gaze. "I just need five minutes with Erna. It's life or death."

Inside the room, Erna heard the commotion. She recognized Jax's voice. He was one of the few people who hadn't openly mocked her at the parties.

"Let him in," Erna called out, her voice raspy but firm.

Cary's jaw tightened, but he gave the bodyguards a curt nod. He stepped out into the hallway to take a phone call, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Jax practically sprinted into the room. In his panic, he failed to pull the heavy door completely shut.

At that exact moment, Apollo stepped out of the emergency stairwell at the far end of the hall. He had slipped past the security perimeter.

Apollo had come back with a blank check in his pocket. He intended to throw it at Erna to force her to drop the police report and save his company's stock.

He walked silently toward the cracked door. He raised his hand to push it open, but the sound of Jax's voice froze him in his tracks.

Inside, Jax rushed to the side of the bed. He held out the piece of paper with both hands. It was a blank check, already signed at the bottom.

"Erna, please," Jax pleaded, his voice trembling. "Write down any number you want. Five million? Ten? Just please call the NYPD and drop the charges."

Outside the door, Apollo's lips curled into a cold sneer. There it is, he thought. The fox shows its tail. She's going to take the money.

But inside, Erna didn't even glance at the check. "Put that away, Jax."

"Erna-"

"I spoke to my legal aid lawyer this afternoon before I even came to the club," Erna said, her voice freezing the air in the room. "I didn't ask Apollo for a single cent in the divorce, and I certainly don't want the Koda family's dirty money."

Outside the door, Apollo's sneer vanished. His brain short-circuited. She didn't want the money?

Jax's eyes turned red. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the floor beside her bed.

"I'm so sorry," Jax choked out. "I know it wasn't you who drugged the wine last night... it was my sister, it was Milla."

Apollo stopped breathing.

"Milla was jealous of Brynlee stealing her modeling contacts," Jax confessed rapidly. "She tried to spike Brynlee's drink to ruin her. But the glasses got mixed up. You took the fall."

A physical shockwave hit Apollo. He stood paralyzed in the hallway.

His entire justification for torturing Erna-the core reason he believed she was a manipulative monster-was a lie. It shattered into a million pieces, each one slicing into his conscience.

"If the NYPD investigates, Milla will face felony charges," Jax begged. "Our family will be ruined."

Erna looked down at the kneeling man. There was no pity in her eyes. Only exhaustion.

"Where was Milla when Apollo stood in front of all of New York and crucified me?" Erna asked coldly. "Where was your family's honor when he branded me a criminal?"

Jax hung his head in deep shame, his fingers crushing the useless check.

Outside, a violent, twisting pain ripped through Apollo's chest. The realization of what he had done to an innocent woman hit him like a freight train.

The guilt and shock made his chest heave. He stumbled slightly, his shoulder bumping hard against the wooden door.

Creak.

Jax and Erna both snapped their heads toward the entrance.

Knowing he was caught, Apollo pushed the door wide open. His face was deathly pale. His eyes were a chaotic storm of regret and panic as he walked into the room.

Erna looked at him. Her expression didn't change. She looked at him like he was a piece of rotting trash on the sidewalk.

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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."

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

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.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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.

Billionaire Modern

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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