My Daughter Called His Mistress Mom

For three years, Grace endured a cold marriage to a man who despised her, finding comfort only in her secret identity as a top designer. After being diagnosed with terminal cancer, she finally chooses to leave. As she prepares for her end, her husband discovers the truth about her talent and her illness. Overwhelmed by late-blooming love and crushing regret, he desperately tries to save the woman he once treated with utter indifference.

After a tragic accident claims the life of the woman he loved, a grieving billionaire directs his cold fury toward the one he holds responsible. Trapped in a web of misplaced guilt and relentless vengeance, the protagonist must endure his calculated cruelty. As he seeks to dismantle her life piece by piece, dark secrets begin to surface, challenging his hatred. In this intense tale of pain and obsession, can love ever emerge from the ruins of blame?

I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.

Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise. Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly. Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder. But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words. Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then." She turned to leave. "Hey!" Jordan bellowed. She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry? "You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?" Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?" "So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh. "No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again." Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?". Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to". Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic. Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge. As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin's crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles's gentle affection and Jordan's intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming. As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.

Elena’s life takes a dangerous turn when a chance encounter with a ruthless mafia heir leaves her branded by his dark obsession. Trapped in a world of crime and high-stakes power plays, she must navigate the lethal attraction between her and a man who refuses to let her go. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Elena struggles to survive the syndicate's shadows while discovering that her heart might be the most compromised part of all.

Three years after their divorce, Chloe is unexpectedly forced back into a marriage with her cold billionaire ex-husband, Eric. Though she seeks a fresh start, his overwhelming power leaves her with no choice but to sign the papers again. Trapped in a familiar web of wealth and secrets, Chloe must navigate her lingering feelings and Eric's hidden motives. Can this second chance lead to true love, or is she destined to repeat the past?