The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible contract wife to Angel Wilcox. But last night, after being drugged at a club, he lost control and brutally took my innocence in a freezing bathtub. The next morning, instead of an apology, he threw a million-dollar settlement at me and slapped the divorce papers on the table. His first love, Hillary, had returned from Paris, and he needed to clear the way for her. He called what he did to me a mere inconvenience. When I refused to sign the papers—because my brother would be killed by loan sharks without the Wilcox name to protect him—Angel lost his temper. In the lobby, right in front of a mocking Hillary, he violently shoved me. My head slammed against a massive marble pillar with a sickening thud. "Don't play games with me! Sign the damn papers!" He roared, trying to force the pen into my hand while I lay crumpled on the cold floor. My body was burning with a severe infection from his assault, my wrists were bruised, and my heart was shattered. How could the man I secretly loved for three years treat me like disposable garbage the second she came back? I looked at his furious eyes, then slowly raised my trembling hands to cover my right ear. The same ear that was severely injured in a car crash he caused three years ago. "My ear is ringing. I can't hear you." If he wanted to be ruthless, I would use his deepest guilt to trap him in this marriage forever.

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Joy pushed the front door of the penthouse open. She was exhausted. Her encounter with Angel at the clinic had drained every ounce of energy from her body. Her head was pounding, and a dull, throbbing heat radiated from her lower stomach, but she forced herself to push the pain aside.

She just wanted to take a hot shower and wash the smell of the clinic off her skin.

She walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom to grab her clothes.

She stopped in the doorway.

Hillary was sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.

She was wearing a silk robe. Not her own robe. It was Joy's. The pale pink silk robe Joy had bought for her honeymoon-a honeymoon that never happened.

Angel was leaning against the headboard, holding a tablet. He looked up when Joy walked in. He didn't look surprised. He didn't look guilty.

Hillary smiled. It was a vicious, triumphant smile. She shifted her weight, deliberately letting the robe slip off one shoulder.

"Knock next time," Hillary said smoothly. "This is my room now."

A hot, blinding rage ignited in Joy's chest. It burned away the exhaustion. It burned away the fear.

This wasn't just an insult. It was a violation.

Joy didn't yell. She didn't cry. Her face went completely blank.

She walked into the room. Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood floor. She ignored Hillary entirely and walked straight to her vanity table in the corner.

"You should be careful wearing other people's clothes," Joy said casually, opening a drawer. "You never know what kind of diseases you might catch."

Hillary's face flushed red. She jumped up from the bed. "Excuse me? You little-"

"Enough," Angel snapped. He set his tablet down. He looked at Joy with cold disdain. "Get your things and go to the guest room, Joy. Stop causing a scene."

Joy found what she was looking for.

She pulled a small, square box out of the drawer.

She turned around and leaned against the vanity. She held the box up, making sure the label caught the light.

It was a box of Plan B. Morning-after pills.

Hillary's eyes locked onto the box. The color drained from her face.

Joy looked at Angel. She smiled. It was a cold, empty smile.

"I haven't taken these yet," Joy said loudly. She tapped the box against her fingernail. "I was just about to take care of the... aftermath from the other night. well. It would be a shame if I ended up carrying the Wilcox heir, wouldn't it?"

The room went dead silent.

Hillary stopped breathing. She stared at the box, then slowly turned her head to look at Angel. Her eyes were wide with horror.

"Angel?" Hillary's voice cracked. "What is she talking about? You said you never touched her."

Angel's face turned the color of ash. The veins in his neck bulged. He glared at Joy with a hatred so pure it made the air in the room crackle.

"It was an accident," Angel said through gritted teeth, looking at Hillary. "I was drugged."

"An accident?!" Hillary shrieked.

She lost her mind. She grabbed the heavy crystal lamp off the nightstand and hurled it across the room. It smashed against the wall, raining glass down onto the carpet.

"You slept with her!" Hillary screamed, her face contorted in rage. "You swore to me she meant nothing!"

Angel scrambled off the bed, reaching for her. "Hillary, listen to me-"

"Don't touch me!" Hillary slapped his hand away. She ripped Joy's silk robe off and threw it on the floor. She grabbed her own clothes and started dressing frantically. "You disgust me! Both of you disgust me!"

She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the bedroom. The front door of the penthouse slammed shut a few seconds later. The sound shook the walls.

Joy stood by the vanity, still holding the box of pills.

Angel slowly turned his head to look at her.

His eyes were completely black. His chest heaved. He looked like a man who was about to commit murder.

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Raised by wolves, trained by bandits, forged in violence, she was a cold-hearted warrior, but forced to conceal her true gender to survive in the city of Los Angeles. Confined in an orphanage, she became entangled with Lucas Blackwood. Casey Angeles eventually found herself selected to be trained at the world's largest military training base (M base), an opportunity that seemed unimaginable given the base's policy of only accepting males. Lucas Blackwood, the director of the M base and the mysterious eldest son of the Blackwood family, is a legendary figure in both the business and underground worlds. But despite being a paragon, he has a secret illness that hinders him from getting close to a woman, so he has the greatest shock of his life when he encounters and discovers Casey's gender, yet His illness doesn't break out. What will happen when they both get entangled with each other and Lucas finds himself getting attracted to the disguised Casey? Will Casey's secret be discovered? Will her Cold heart eventually be thawed? Will Lucas forgive her deceit after finding out the secret? How did she not trigger Lucas's illness despite being a female?

Action Modern Mystery

8.8

He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival

8.8

Scarlet's world shattered the night she discovered her husband in her bed with her own sister. The betrayal was brutal. The humiliation, unforgivable. And what hurt the most? Neither of them felt a single ounce of remorse. Within months, her husband divorced her and married the very woman who helped destroy her life, her sister. They thought she would break. They thought she would disappear quietly. They were wrong. Ryan Marchetti-cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, has spent years waiting for the perfect chance to destroy his business rival. Marrying that rival's ex-wife is the ultimate move. Strategic. For Scarlet, marrying Ryan isn't about love. It's about revenge. A calculated alliance. A public statement. A promise that she will rise from the ashes they left her in. Together, they become the scandal that shakes empires. But revenge is never simple. Because behind Ryan's icy control lies a secret, one tied to her past, to her ex-husband, to the very marriage that ruined her life. A truth so explosive it could unravel everything she thought she knew. Was she just a pawn in Ryan's war from the very beginning? Or is the man she's slowly falling for capable of betraying her too? In a game fueled by vengeance, power, and buried truths, Scarlet must decide: Will she let betrayal destroy her again... Or will she risk her heart for the one man who might truly love her?

Action Modern Romance

7.1

Her Vicious Art, His Dark Obsession

7.1

For ten years, my family kept me locked away, forcing me to play the part of a broken, mentally unstable girl. They controlled me with sedatives and treated me like a ghost in my own home, a prisoner in a gilded cage. But I had a secret. I was a world-famous anonymous artist with a hidden fortune, and I had an escape plan. On the day of my cousin's wedding, my rebellion was accidentally witnessed by a dangerous stranger who saw the predator beneath my fragile mask. To silence him, I dragged him into a dark closet. The encounter turned raw and reckless, a violent collision I used as the perfect cover for my escape. I vanished with a new name and a one-way ticket to a new life, leaving him with nothing but a bloodstain and the bitter taste of betrayal. I thought I was free, that I had successfully buried the girl I was forced to be and the man I was forced to use. Three months later, on a superyacht in Monaco, he found me. He wasn't just some wealthy guest; he was the ruthless head of a powerful crime syndicate, and I was trapped in his private penthouse. He locked the door, his eyes black with possessive rage. "The game is over," he whispered. "This time, you're not running."

Action Billionaire Mystery

9.7

His Halo is a Lie

9.7

What happens when the man you save becomes the shadow you can't escape? Maya always believed she was just an ordinary nurse, quietly living each day as it came after a family tragedy that left her grieving and angry. But on a rainy night, everything changes when she finds a stranger bleeding in her bathtub, the windows in her room broken. A man who is dangerous in every ramification. A man who should have died. Saint Lachlan is more than the tech billionaire worshipped by the world. Behind all the charm and the wealth lies a man with ties to the mafia, and a ruthless empire built on secrets and blood. He didn't ask for her help, but now that both worlds have been intertwined, finding the way back is impossible. To keep his secret, he offers her power, protection, and a place at his side. But it isn't up for debate. She soon realizes that the man she saved that day in her tub didn't just stumble into her apartment by chance. He's been watching her for years. He's been in her life, one with the shadows. And the truth is darker than she can ever imagine. To survive the world she has been plunged into, Maya must decide. Trust the devil who owns her past, or become a weapon that ends them both.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.8

His Love, My Hell, Her Justice

8.8

My wedding day was ruined by a crazed woman named Isolde, who claimed my husband, Ezekiel, was her soulmate from a past life. Then, after a car accident, Ezekiel faked amnesia, siding with her and putting me through hell. He let Isolde murder my mother, forced me to face my deepest fears, and poisoned me in public. When I finally had Isolde arrested, Ezekiel's revenge was swift and brutal. He kidnapped me and, in a final act of cruelty, snapped the neck of my puppy, Muffin-the only comfort I had left. He thought he had broken me, that he had destroyed every last piece of my soul. He was wrong. He had just unleashed a monster. Now, from the shadows, I will dismantle his empire, ruin his life, and make him pay for every tear I shed. My revenge has just begun.

Action Mystery Romance

9.0

His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

9.0

The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live. It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders. "Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now." He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party. When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests. Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim. Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat. "I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime." A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed? Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.

Action Modern Romance

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