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.

Chapters

Chapter 5

FEDRIC'S POV

I have no idea what possessed my grandmother to make me drive this girl around. God, my car has never carried anyone like Mathilda before.

What if her messy red curls shed all over the back seat? What if her clothes smell cheap? What if her backside isn't even clean enough for my luxury leather interior?

The thought alone irritates me.

Thankfully, Paula is sweet and understanding. I really didn't make a mistake choosing her as my girlfriend.

We've been together for almost three months now, and I'm sure she's the one I want to marry. It almost sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud, but it's true - I love her deeply.

Paula is the first woman who's ever made me take a relationship seriously. Until she came along, women and beauty were just distractions to me - games to play when I was bored.

But Paula changed that. She made me feel something real. She made me believe that love could be more than a fleeting impulse. Her face is stunning, her heart kind, her manners elegant - everything about her is perfect.

The only problem? My grandmother disapproves. Every time I bring up Paula's name, Rosa's face turns cold, her expression unreadable. She changes the topic as if Paula doesn't exist. I don't understand why.

"Here's fine," Mathilda's voice suddenly said from the back seat.

I slammed the brake a little harder than I should have, startled. We had stopped near a small shop not far from her house.

"Hurry up," I snapped. "My time isn't meant to chauffeur you around. If it weren't for my grandmother, I wouldn't have even let you into my car."

"Fredric," Paula said softly, her tone a warning. "Watch your manners."

"Thank you, Paula," Mathilda replied before I could respond. "I wouldn't have come either if it weren't for Mrs. Rosa."

I turned around sharply, glaring at her. How dare she talk back? The nerve of that girl.

As soon as Mathilda shut the car door, Paula reached out, touching my cheek gently. "Why are you so angry?" she asked, her eyes calm and soft.

"Didn't you hear what she said? She's just a weak girl. She has no right to talk to me like that."

Paula smiled faintly. "You know the kind of person Mathilda is, don't you? She's beneath you. It's not worth it. You and I live in different worlds from hers - surely you understand that."

Her words made me pause. I hadn't expected her to sound so blunt, so sharp. But something about it thrilled me. Paula could be both kind and cruel, and I liked that about her - it reminded me of a rose: beautiful but with thorns.

"Honestly," I said with a grin, "I thought you'd defend her. Turns out I was right about you. People like Mathilda... they take advantage of kindness. I've seen it too many times."

Paula laughed, her red lips curving into that perfect, seductive smile. The way she looked at me made it impossible not to lean in.

Our faces drew closer - just a breath apart - when the back door suddenly opened.

"Oh, sorry," Mathilda muttered, climbing in with a backpack.

Perfect timing.

Paula and I instantly pulled apart. The moment was ruined. My first kiss with her - gone, thanks to Mathilda.

"Let's go, Fredric," Paula said with a small laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

I bit back my frustration, slammed the car into gear, and drove off toward my grandmother's house.

If Mathilda hadn't interrupted us, I would've finally kissed Paula. I haven't even touched her before. That's another reason why I respect her so much - she's not like the shallow women I've dated before. Paula has standards.

I glanced at the rearview mirror. Mathilda was staring out the window, lost in thought, her reflection faint in the glass.

"I don't know what you're planning next," I said coldly, "but you should understand something. You'll never fool my grandmother, Mathilda. Don't even think about taking advantage of her kindness."

"Fredric," Paula said softly. "Why say that to her? I'm sure Mathilda isn't that kind of person. Even if she's not on our level, there's no need to be cruel."

Paula looked at me with that charming smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. We were in sync - perfectly aligned in thought and tone. She understood me better than anyone.

Still, I meant every word. I've always had a feeling about Mathilda - that quiet, poor girls like her might act innocent but secretly crave opportunity. They might use sympathy to get what they want.

It's better to warn her now than regret it later.

"Fredric, look," Paula whispered, chuckling. "You've made her cry."

I turned around slightly. Mathilda was wiping her eyes, silent, her shoulders trembling.

I sighed. "Save your tears, Mathilda. I just want you to understand your place. My grandmother may be kind, but I'm not a fool. Don't try anything. Got it? Stay for a day if you have to, but don't overstep."

She didn't move or answer. She just sat there, quiet and still.

Pathetic.

For a second, I almost expected her to argue - to shout or defend herself. But she didn't. She just kept silent, and somehow, that silence irritated me even more.

Weak people like her don't fight back. They just crumble.

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"Mathilda, why are you crying?"

The question made me flinch slightly. Grandma's voice was sharp, suspicious.

"I'm not crying," Mathilda said quickly, forcing a smile. "Some dust got in my eye. I'm fine. Anyway, Mrs. Rosa, I should get back to work. I'll return later. I left my father alone at home."

She was good at hiding things.

I exhaled, relieved. "Well, Grandma," I said, "can we go to lunch now? I'm starving."

Mathilda walked past me, glancing sideways. Her look lingered for a second - hard to read - then she turned and left. I gave her a cold, mocking stare in return.

"Mathilda, wait," Rosa called out. "After work, stay where you are. Fredric and I will pick you up."

I frowned instantly. "What? Pick her up for what, Grandma?"

Rosa smiled slyly. "I thought we could go out together this evening - just the three of us."

"Three of us?" I repeated. "As in... you, me, and *her*?"

"Exactly. And Paula's not coming," she said simply.

Mathilda looked surprised but didn't speak. She just nodded politely, muttered something, and hurried away.

I turned back to Grandma. "Why are you making such a ridiculous plan? Paula and I-"

"Enough, Fredric," she interrupted. "No arguments. My decision stands. You're coming with us. Without Paula."

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "This is insane."

Rosa ignored me completely and started walking ahead. Paula gently rubbed my back, but even her touch couldn't calm the irritation boiling inside me.

I wanted to scream.

Everything was perfect - the day, the mood, my time with Paula - until Mathilda ruined it.

Now I was stuck in the middle of some absurd plan I didn't understand, my first kiss stolen, my temper flaring, and my grandmother's stubbornness making everything worse.

I clenched the steering wheel once more before stepping out of the car.

*This is madness,* I thought bitterly. *Mathilda has ruined everything.*

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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

Chapter 5

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