Replaced By A Mistress: The Wife's Revenge

I went to the City Clerk's office to update my passport, desperate to feel alive again after losing my ability to draw. Instead, the clerk handed me a reality that killed me. "Mrs. Crosby," she whispered, her face drained of color. "You aren't married to Bennet. The divorce was finalized three years ago. On October 12th." The date hit me harder than a physical blow. October 12th was the day my right hand was crushed. The day Gianna Skinner, a woman obsessed with my husband, shattered twenty-seven bones in my drawing hand with a marble bust. Bennet, the most ruthless Don in New York, had promised me justice. He swore he locked Gianna in a dungeon to rot for hurting his "Angel." But the screen in front of me told a different story. He had married Gianna the very same day he divorced me. I drove to the Lake House where she was supposed to be suffering. I didn't find a prison; I found a modern glass palace. There they were, sitting on a swing set I had designed. Gianna wasn't rotting. She was laughing in his lap, wearing a silk robe. "She is so pathetic," Gianna purred, tracing his jaw. "Five years and she still thinks she is the Lady of the house." Bennet chuckled, the sound dark and terrifying. "She is broken, Gianna. A bird with no wings. She has no value to the Family anymore, except as a trophy on my shelf. She is my pet. You are my fire." My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Bennet. "Happy Anniversary, my Angel. Tonight, I give you the world." He wasn't giving me the world. He was building a cage out of lies. Through a bugged ring, I later heard his endgame: he planned to institutionalize me for "mental instability" so he could bring Gianna into the light. I didn't go home to cry. I went to my office and opened a secure browser on the dark web. *Subject: Protocol Erasure.* *Target: Harper Cline.* *Execution: Immediate.* Bennet thought he had broken his pet. He was about to realize he had just unleashed a lioness.

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Chapter 4

Harper POV

The red silk gown was tight enough to cut off my circulation-exactly the way Bennet liked it.

He had chosen it, of course.

"Red is the color of passion," he had murmured as he zipped it up my spine, his knuckles grazing my skin.

"Red is the color of blood," I had thought, staring into the vanity mirror.

We swept into the ballroom of the Crosby-owned hotel for the Anniversary Gala, a space that was dripping with crystals and gold.

Five hundred of New York's elite had gathered to celebrate a marriage that didn't exist outside of photo ops.

Bennet's hand was a steel vise on my lower back, steering me through the crowd.

He paraded me around like a prize pony he was considering putting down.

"Smile, Angel," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Everyone is watching."

I forced my lips upward.

It felt like chewing on broken glass.

That was when I noticed the waitresses.

They were all wearing elaborate Venetian masquerade masks, obscuring half their faces.

"Why the masks?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice light.

"A theme," Bennet said dismissively, tightening his grip. "So no one outshines you, my dear."

Liar.

It was so he could hide her in plain sight.

I scanned the room, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I saw her near the champagne tower.

The platinum blonde hair was unmistakable, even beneath the feathers and lace.

She was watching us.

Her eyes were burning holes into my dress, dissecting me.

She moved with a predatory grace, carrying a tray of crystal flutes.

As she passed a group of older Dons, she stumbled.

It was theatrical.

Fake.

The tray crashed to the floor. Glass shattered, and champagne soaked the polished shoes of a Capo.

The room went silent.

Bennet released me instantly.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low register. "I need to handle this incompetence."

He marched over to the masked waitress.

He grabbed her upper arm-hard enough to bruise.

"My office," he growled, loud enough for the surrounding guests to hear. "Now."

He dragged her out of the ballroom, playing the part of the perfectionist host.

The guests whispered behind their hands.

I waited ten seconds, then followed.

I knew the layout of this hotel better than anyone. I had designed it, after all.

I slipped into the service corridor.

When I reached the executive meeting room, the door was slightly ajar.

I didn't need to see to know what was happening.

I heard the soft, desperate moans.

I peeked through the crack.

Bennet had her pressed against the mahogany conference table, her legs wrapped around him.

Her mask was off, discarded on the floor.

They were devouring each other.

"You bad girl," Bennet groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You embarrassed me on purpose."

"Punish me," Gianna begged, arching into him.

I turned away.

I didn't feel jealousy.

I felt a cold, heavy disgust.

I returned to the ballroom just as Bennet walked back in, adjusting his tie with practiced ease.

He looked flushed, energized.

He took the stage, commanding the room.

"My friends," he announced, raising a glass. "Tonight, I honor my wife. To celebrate five years, I am gifting her the deed to this very hotel."

Applause erupted, deafening and hollow.

He handed me a leather folder.

It was a prop.

Just like me.

As I stepped down from the stage, Gianna appeared from the shadows near the stairs.

She was still in her waitress uniform, but her mask was gone, her lipstick smeared.

She walked straight at me.

She didn't slow down.

As we crossed paths, she slammed her shoulder into my chest.

"Oops," she sneered, her voice a venomous whisper.

I stumbled back, the heel of my shoe catching on the hem of my gown.

Bennet was there instantly.

But he didn't catch me.

He reached out and steadied Gianna.

"Watch where you are going," he snapped at me.

The shove from his rejection hit harder than the physical blow.

Thrown off balance, I fell backward.

My head cracked against the sharp marble corner of a pillar.

Pain exploded behind my eyes.

Black spots danced in my vision.

The last thing I saw was Bennet holding Gianna's waist, looking down at me with cold annoyance, before the darkness took me.

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Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family. But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party. When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime. Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student. Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility. "We are ensuring her privacy." Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch. His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence. Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage. How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money? She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up. Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow. "I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her." She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."

Action Billionaire Modern

9.6

FROZEN BONDS: THE HALF-BLOOD'S MATE

9.6

She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world. Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance-as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness. Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her-even if it kills him. On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna. Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing-and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire. He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.7

He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge

8.7

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Action Mafia Romance

8.8

My Stepbrother's Lust

8.8

"Fuck...please..." He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. "Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet." He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom's wedding... As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won't stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there's one thing he didn't tell me- He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both. He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's promised to another. And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.

Action Modern Romance

8.7

Reborn To Save My Broken Lover

8.7

I was dying in a cold hospital bed, listening to the monitor count down my final seconds. As a ghost, I watched my own funeral. My popular friends and wealthy family soon moved on, but one person stayed. Cas Riley. The invisible outcast from the back of my history class. He brought a white rose to my grave every single day, withering away until he collapsed on the frozen ground, dying of a broken heart for a girl who barely knew his name. Opening my eyes again, the hospital smell was gone. I was reborn back in my high school classroom. I immediately tracked him down, only to witness the brutal hell he was trapped in. He was humiliated by a cruel foreman for pennies, violently slapped by his uncle over his sick mother's medical money, and forced into bloody street fights. He was starving, covered in bruises, and completely alone. When I tried to buy him medicine and step into his life to protect him, he violently pushed me away in the pouring rain. "Stay out of my life! To protect you, I have to fight, and when I fight, I lose everything!" He wasn't rejecting me out of hate. He was terrified that his dark, violent reality would drag me down with him. Standing soaked in the rain, my resolve hardened like steel. Gentle kindness wasn't going to save him from this hell. To protect the boy who died for me, I had to become ruthless enough to tear down his entire rotten world and build him a new one.

Action Modern Romance

8.6

Scorned Luna To Alpha Queen

8.6

Book Two of the Betrayed Luna to Alpha Queen Series Can be read as a standalone or after Book One ----- "They were supposed to hate me. All four of them. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, she just has a twisted sense of humor." ----- "Let me die free rather than live as his possession." Those were Lyralei Ravenwood's last words before she jumped off Widow's Cliff, choosing death over marriage to a monster hiding behind a charming smile. She should have died. Instead, she wakes in the camp of the Four Great Alphas..the most powerful, dangerous men in the ancient werewolf world. Men who look at her with resentment. Men who make it clear she's not welcome. The Moon Goddess sent her to unite them against a rising darkness. But they don't want unity. They don't want her. Lyra didn't ask to be sent anywhere. She just wanted to escape a cage. Now she's trapped with four hostile Alphas who see her as an obligation rather than a person. Who resent every breath she takes. Who make it clear that prophecy or not, she will never command their loyalty. But something is awakening between them. Something ancient and undeniable. The Primordial Mate Bond-a force that links one soul to multiple Alphas, pulling them together whether they want it or not. As shadow wolves attack and an ancient evil rises, Lyra must navigate not just war, but the far more dangerous battlefield of four hearts that were determined to hate her. Because feelings without trust are torture. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, violence, death of major characters, psychological trauma, and morally complex situations. Recommended for readers 18+

Action Romance Werewolf

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