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 6

MATHILDA'S POV

Being trapped in the car with Fredric's cynical stare drilling into me made it hard to breathe. The tension was suffocating, and my thoughts wouldn't stop circling around my father's pale face and fragile condition. Why do my twenties have to be so miserable? Why does every chapter of my life seem to hurt more than the last?

"Are you all right, Mathilda?"

Only one thing soothed me-the warmth in Mrs. Rosa's voice, her motherly tone that never failed to calm the chaos inside me.

"I don't know, Mrs. Rosa," I murmured softly. "I'm still thinking about my father..."

"Crybaby," Fredric muttered from the front seat, rolling his eyes.

Oh, how I wished I could throw something at him-anything. His voice alone made me feel worse. Couldn't he show even the smallest bit of empathy?

"Fredric, mind your manners," Mrs. Rosa scolded him sharply before turning back to me. "You'll stay in the main house tonight, dear. Leave your father with the nurses on duty. He'll get the best care possible-I'll make sure of it."

Her words broke me. Tears streamed down my cheeks before I could stop them. It had only been two months since Mother's funeral, and now Father's health was failing fast. I couldn't bear it. Why did everything have to fall apart so quickly?

"Calm down, Mathilda," Mrs. Rosa said, taking my trembling hand. "Everything will be fine. I'll make sure your father receives proper treatment. He's in good hands. Our family doctor is already managing his care. Be strong, my dear."

Her touch brought a lump to my throat. It reminded me so much of my mother's gentle hands, of nights when she used to hold me through my tears. If only she were still here-none of this would be so unbearable.

"Stop crying now," Fredric said mockingly. "We'll be there soon, and your face is already a mess. You've got tears and a red nose-seriously, you look-Ow!"

The sharp smack that followed made me blink. Mrs. Rosa had slapped him right across the mouth. I didn't know whether to laugh or stay quiet, but deep inside, I felt oddly satisfied. She'd done what I'd wanted to do all along.

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Dinner that evening was laid out like a royal feast. The table was covered with silver trays of food, delicate dishes, and glasses that shimmered under the warm lights. Everything looked beautiful-and completely tasteless to me.

My appetite had vanished. All I wanted was to go home and check on Father.

"Eat something, dear," Mrs. Rosa urged, smiling warmly. "Don't make me worry about two people. Trust me, your father will get better soon."

Her eyes were full of affection, so full it almost made me ache. I didn't want to disappoint her. So I nodded, picked up my fork, and took a small bite of the pasta before me.

"Grandma, what exactly do you want to talk about?" Fredric asked suddenly, glancing between us.

Yes. That was what I'd been wondering too. Why had she invited the three of us for such a formal dinner?

"Let's talk after we eat," Mrs. Rosa replied calmly. "Just enjoy your meal first."

Fredric sighed loudly. "Why? We're not the kind of family that sits in silence during dinner, right? Or maybe *your* family is like that, Mathilda?"

The way he said it-mocking, deliberate-made my heart sink. I swallowed hard, feeling a flush creep up my neck. The man I once admired was showing his true nature. How could I have ever thought there was kindness in him?

"I think Mr. Fredric is right, Mrs. Rosa," I said softly, forcing myself to speak. "You can tell us now."

Mrs. Rosa smiled-a wide, almost glowing smile. For a moment, I thought she might have good news about my father or her company. I had no idea that her next words would change my entire life.

"Very well," she said, setting her napkin down. She took a sip of wine and looked between us with eyes that sparkled with satisfaction.

"Go on, Grandma," Fredric said, smirking. "Don't keep us guessing with that mysterious smile."

"I want you two to get married."

My heart stopped.

For a second, the entire restaurant fell silent. I wasn't even sure I was breathing.

Fredric and I spoke at the exact same time-our voices overlapping in pure disbelief.

"WHAT?!"

"Lower your voices," she hissed quietly. "People are staring. That's why I wanted to talk after dinner."

Fredric stood up abruptly, shaking his head as if trying to erase her words from existence. "I don't know what you're thinking, Grandma, but I'm not part of this joke. I'll wait for you in the car."

And just like that, he walked out, leaving me frozen in my seat.

Mrs. Rosa, however, remained perfectly calm, smiling at me as though everything were completely normal.

"Mathilda," she said gently, "come here, dear."

My body refused to move, but my heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to understand. I needed to hear her explain this madness.

"First, I apologize for Fredric's behavior," she said once I finally scooted my chair closer. "He can be rude and cynical, but I'll talk to him. As you've just heard, I want you to marry him."

I stared at her, speechless.

Marry Fredric?

No. That couldn't be real.

Mrs. Rosa's expression was glowing, as though she were announcing something joyful, not something absurd. I admired Fredric once, yes-but that was years ago, before I knew what kind of person he really was. To marry him now would be torture.

"While you were at work," she continued, "I spoke to your father. Please don't think I'm taking advantage of his condition. I'm not. But I'm getting old, Mathilda. I want to see Fredric settle down-with someone I trust, someone I admire. And that person is you."

Her words stunned me into silence.

She reached across the table, clasping my hands tightly.

"Fredric's behavior is the result of his upbringing," she said with a weary sigh. "His father was... difficult. A selfish man who only chased after women. I'm afraid Fredric might repeat that mistake if I don't intervene. I won't allow him to marry someone who only wants his money. Paula isn't right for him. But you, Mathilda-you're sincere. You're good. Your family has been loyal to mine for decades."

My lips trembled. "Mrs. Rosa... there's no love between us. Mr. Fredric loves his girlfriend."

Her smile softened, but she shook her head. "Love can grow in time, dear. Fredric will come to appreciate you. He was just shocked, that's all. I'll talk to him once we get home."

I felt my heart sink.

It was useless to argue.

Fredric would never love me. To him, I wasn't even beautiful-I was a burden, an obligation, a symbol of everything he despised.

Mrs. Rosa patted my hand again. "Let's finish dinner," she said kindly. "We'll discuss this later. I hope you'll accept Fredric as your husband, Mathilda. Even if it takes time, I'll wait for your answer. You're the only one who can change him-who can stop him from chasing meaningless women and finally become a man."

I stared at her, the fork still in my hand, my food untouched.

She began eating again as if she hadn't just rearranged my entire future with a single sentence.

Meanwhile, I sat there in stunned silence, my thoughts spinning out of control.

*Marry Fredric?*

The same Fredric who mocked me, who hated being near me, who barely treated me like a person?

I couldn't do it.

But then... how could I refuse the woman who had done so much for our family?

I looked down at my trembling hands and whispered silently, *Mom, what should I do now?*

Because whatever I chose next would change my life forever.

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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 6

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