REVENGE OF THE UGLY WIFE

Mathilda had to taste the bitterness of life when she was forced into marriage with a young and powerful CEO named Fredric. From the very first day, her life turned into a living nightmare. She endured endless humiliation, emotional abuse, and cold indifference from the man who was supposed to be her husband. To him, Mathilda was nothing more than a burden-someone to display in public, then discard once the cameras were gone. Despite her pain, Mathilda tried to hold onto hope. She told herself that someday Fredric would see her true worth, that love might grow where only resentment lived. But fate had other plans. One night, an accident shattered everything. The car crash left behind twisted metal, fire, and smoke-and the world believed Mathilda was dead. Fredric never looked back. He moved on, unbothered, as if her existence had been erased. The company held a brief memorial, the press covered the tragedy for a day or two, and then her name vanished into silence. But Mathilda wasn't dead. She woke up in a remote hospital, broken but alive. Her body was scarred, her spirit nearly destroyed-but her heart burned with something new: vengeance. Every wound became a promise. Every scar, a reminder of the life that had been stolen from her. For months, she planned in secret-building herself again, piece by piece. The world would soon see a different woman, stronger, more beautiful, untouchable. When Mathilda finally returned, she was no longer the fragile wife Fredric once despised. She had become his greatest fear-a ghost of his past, walking in heels, wrapped in elegance and power. And this time, she wouldn't ask for love. She would demand retribution.

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Chapter 4

POV of Mathilda

March 1, 2017

Today is the day I hate most in the world.

March 1, 2017 - the most terrible, sorrowful day of my life.

The coffin lowered into the ground feels like a nightmare I can't wake from. My mother is gone. The woman who always stood by me, who defended me when life and people became cruel, has left me forever. There's no longer anyone to shield me when my classmates mock my plain looks or my awkward ways.

Where do I pour all this pain now? Where do I send all these tears that won't stop falling?

My father has locked himself in his room since morning. He refused to come to the funeral, refused even to see her face one last time when the coffin was opened. His grief is something beyond words.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Mathilda."

The voice came from behind me - warm and compassionate. Mrs. Rosa wrapped her arms around me tightly. The scent of her perfume mixed with the cold air of the cemetery, grounding me for just a moment.

I nodded weakly and wiped my swollen eyes, though the tears kept flowing without end.

"Thank you, Mrs. Rosa," was all I could whisper. My throat ached. I turned again to face my mother's grave. It felt unreal. My mother, my best friend, the only constant in my life... gone.

"Where is your father?" Mrs. Rosa asked softly.

"He didn't come," I said, my voice trembling. "He's still at home. I tried to persuade him - we all did - but he said he couldn't bear to see her buried. He's too broken."

Mrs. Rosa rested her head gently on my shoulder. I could feel her sadness radiating too. Maybe because she'd known us so long, our grief felt like hers.

"Life is strange, Mrs. Rosa," I murmured, my voice breaking. "I've always longed for affection, for someone to truly protect me, to make me feel safe. But now, she's gone. I was already a girl who didn't fit in - awkward, teased, unwanted. If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't have survived. Does God really think I'm strong enough to face this cruel world alone?"

As if the sky heard my question, thunder rolled overhead. Dark clouds spread quickly, and raindrops began to fall - soft at first, then heavier, more insistent.

"Come, Mathilda," said Mrs. Rosa, gripping my arm. "We should go home. It's going to rain harder. Look at that wind, look at the sky."

I gently pulled my arm free and shook my head.

"You go ahead, Mrs. Rosa. I'll stay. I want to cry beneath the rain and be alone with her... just a little longer."

Before she could answer, a familiar voice shouted from behind us.

"Grandma!"

I turned. Fredric was running toward us, holding an umbrella.

Mrs. Rosa stepped back as her grandson reached her, his clothes already damp.

"Come on, Grandma! Let's go! Why are you still standing here?" Fredric's voice was sharp, irritated. I ignored them both and turned back to the grave, staring at the freshly piled earth.

For a moment, I thought they had left. But then I felt a sudden grip on my wrist.

"Let go!" I snapped instinctively, pulling my hand free. Anger burned in my chest - not because he touched me, but because he wouldn't let me grieve my own way. Couldn't they understand that I wanted to feel this pain - to *face* it, not escape it?

"You're so stubborn!" Fredric shouted. "It's raining - what more do you want? Standing here won't bring her back! You have to face reality!"

I turned to him, rain soaking both of us. He had given his umbrella to Mrs. Rosa, letting himself get drenched. His hair clung to his forehead, his shirt plastered to his chest - and yet, all I could feel was fury.

"Of course I'll face it, Fredric," I said, my voice shaking. "You don't have to tell me how to handle my own grief. But I want to be here. What's so wrong with that? Go home. Your grandmother's health is more important than forcing me to leave."

He scoffed. "Tch! Do you really think I'm watching over you because I care? Damn it! Grandma, let's go. There's no point trying to reason with this woman."

His words pierced deeper than I wanted to admit. He turned and walked away through the rain, his grandmother following reluctantly after him. Their figures disappeared into the mist.

And I stayed - sitting at the edge of the grave, letting the rain soak through my clothes, the thunder drown my sobs, and the earth beneath me grow dark and heavy with tears.

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**May 4, 2017**

I ran across Mrs. Rosa's courtyard as fast as my legs could carry me.

Her call had come only fifteen minutes ago - my father had collapsed.

Since my mother's death, he had changed completely. Three months of silence. Three months of refusing food. He rarely spoke, barely slept, and avoided home as if every corner haunted him with her memory.

Truth be told, I was barely any better. My world had gone gray. Even my once-burning admiration for Fredric had faded to ash. Nothing mattered anymore.

But I tried to stay strong - for my father.

The housemaid met me at the gate, pale and anxious. "This way, Miss Mathilda. He's in the guest house."

I hurried to the small cottage at the back of Rosa's estate. When I stepped inside, the sight nearly stopped my heart.

"Dad..."

He was lying on the bed, his face ghostly white.

"Don't come closer."

I froze mid-step. His voice sounded foreign - cold, sharp.

"But Dad-"

"*Don't come closer!*" he barked again, his tone suddenly fierce.

I hesitated, my chest tightening. Mrs. Rosa appeared behind me and quickly pulled me into her arms.

"Come, child," she whispered, leading me outside. I was shaking, my mind spinning.

"What's wrong with him? Why won't he let me near?"

"Mathilda," she said softly, "your father is... deeply depressed. He's traumatized. The loss has broken him completely."

Tears welled in my eyes. "What should I do, Mrs. Rosa? He needs someone with him, someone to take care of him. But how? I don't even know how to help anymore."

"You must be patient," she said, rubbing my back gently. "Your mother's death was his greatest fear. Now he's lost her, and grief has clouded his reason. I'll talk to him slowly, give him time. For now, stay here. Rest."

Before I could answer, a familiar male voice echoed from the front of the courtyard.

"Grandma, where are you?"

Fredric.

I looked up and saw him walking toward us - tall, confident, immaculate as always - with a beautiful woman beside him. I recognized her instantly. Paula. The famous model.

My stomach twisted.

I lowered my gaze, not wanting to look at them.

"Oh, Fredric," said Mrs. Rosa, smiling faintly. "Perfect timing. I actually need a favor."

"What is it?" he asked casually, his hand resting on Paula's waist.

"I need you to take Mathilda home," she said firmly. "Help her pack her things and bring them here. She'll be staying for a while."

I turned to Mrs. Rosa, shaking my head. "No, it's fine, I can-"

Fredric interrupted sharply. "What?! I have plans! I'm taking Paula to lunch. We came here to invite you, Grandma. Why should I waste my time escorting her? She knows where she lives, doesn't she?"

His annoyance was palpable. Paula looked uncomfortable but didn't speak.

"Fredric," Mrs. Rosa said in a tone that could freeze stone, "I said take her home. Are you going to ignore my words now? Don't tell me my grandson has become too proud to help someone in need."

Her eyes darted to Paula, and the model flinched slightly. "Of course not, Mrs. Rosa," Paula stammered.

"Then go," said Rosa.

Fredric sighed heavily, muttered under his breath, and turned on his heel. "Fine. Let's go."

He didn't even look at me.

I turned to Mrs. Rosa, unsure what to say.

She smiled kindly. "Pack your clothes and essentials, dear. Come back soon. You'll feel safer here - and you'll still have to go to work, right?"

I nodded weakly, though my heart was a mess of confusion and sadness.

As I walked toward Fredric's car, I whispered to myself,

*Why does every road I take always lead back to him - even when I wish it didn't?*

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"You are only making things difficult for us." he said. "Just sign the papers and let's get this over with." As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that the wardrobe was slightly opened. Curious, I began to walk towards it. "Emily, what do you think you're doing?" he asked. But I ignored him. I lifted a trembling hand, gripped the handle, and opened the wardrobe. My heart sank. "Abby?" ********************** Although, she's heard a few times, but Emily has refused to believe that her husband, Marcus has been hanging around with different ladies, and sometimes he brings them home. Even though she's hurt, but as long she doesn't come across or trade words with any of those ladies, then she's fine with it. And she was, but not until she finds one hiding naked in the wardrobe. Not just any woman, but her own sister, Abby. Rather than apologizing to Emily, Marcus asks for a divorce and tells her to leave. To make matters worse, Abby is pregnant for him. Feeling betrayed, Emily attempts taking her own life. But fortunately, she survives. A month later, she returns as the wife to a wealthy billionaire. Now she's ready to get her revenge. Just how far can Emily go to see her ex-husband and sister suffer?

Action Modern Romance

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

9.6

Husband's Plot Against Me

9.6

After three years of marriage, Olivia discovers her husband, Ethan, is orchestrating her downfall to seize her family's fortune. Betrayed by the man she once loved, she narrowly survives a calculated accident meant to end her life. Now, Olivia must navigate a dangerous web of deception and hidden enemies. To protect her legacy, she forms an unlikely alliance, turning the tables on Ethan in a high-stakes game of survival and revenge.

Action Mystery Romance

8.5

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

8.5

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

Action Modern Romance

8.9

In Contract With the Billionaire

8.9

Ellie Carter was already losing everything. Seven days from eviction. No money. No safety net. Life had been unraveling for so long that survival alone felt like the only plan she had. Until she collided with Todd Blackwood-a billionaire CEO who doesn't rescue anyone. He owns outcomes, not hearts. And yet, when fate threw her into his orbit, Ellie realized she had entered a battlefield where every choice mattered-and every misstep could cost far more than she ever imagined. What started as a contract became a war. Todd's dangerous ex-fiancée returned, armed with secrets designed to destroy them both, and the rules that were meant to protect Ellie turned into weapons against her. Survival alone was no longer enough. Ellie had to navigate power without losing herself, desire without surrendering, and trust without being destroyed. Todd had built an empire on precision and control, but Ellie challenged him in ways that were infuriating and exhilarating. She could not be manipulated, and he could not dictate the outcome. Their connection became a dangerous dance where love and strategy collided-and where falling for each other could be the deadliest move of all. As betrayal and temptation tested them, Ellie discovered that victory came not from submission, but from mastery. Every choice shifted alliances, every secret had consequences, and every move demanded courage. Todd was constant in ways few could be, and Ellie learned that strength could be shared without surrendering. In a world where power and love are weapons, Ellie must decide how far she will go to protect herself, her family, and the life she has fought to reclaim. When the dust settles, only one truth remains: nothing worth having is ever given-it must be earned, defended, and chosen.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.4

Jilted At City Hall, Married A Zillionaire

8.4

I stood in front of New York City Hall in my vintage lace wedding dress, my heart pounding with a nervous joy. I was minutes away from marrying Bradford Sterling, a move I thought would finally help me reclaim my mother’s legacy from my family’s crumbling empire. But as I reached for his arm, he flinched. A black Lincoln Navigator screeched to the curb, and his mother, Victoria, stepped out, slamming a restructuring document against his chest. She didn't even look at me as she delivered the killing blow: my sister, Eden, had just seized every cent of my voting rights and family trust. "Marrying her is a net negative yield," Victoria said coldly. Bradford didn't fight for me; he didn't even blink. He simply pushed my hand away and adjusted his tie as if I were a junk bond he was ready to offload. Seconds later, my sister Eden arrived in a red Ferrari, wearing her own bridal gown, and stepped into my place by his side. I was standing on the pavement, humiliated in front of a crowd, while the man I loved for three years treated me like a failed transaction. My sister laughed in my face, calling me a "liability" while she stole my wedding and my life. The grief was instant, but the rage that followed was a white-hot rupture in my chest. I didn't just walk away; I slapped the life out of Bradford and dove into the first black SUV I saw, desperate to escape. I didn't check the plates, and I didn't see the man in the wheelchair sitting in the shadows of the backseat. I had just "carjacked" Jefferson Montgomery, the most dangerous billionaire in the city. To save him from a parole violation during a sudden police raid, I agreed to a fake marriage that very night. They wanted to treat me like a negative asset? Fine. They have no idea that they just handed a world-class hacker the keys to the Montgomery fortune, and I’m going to liquidate them all.

Action Modern Romance

REVENGE OF THE UGLY WIFE

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