APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity Novel Cover

The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity

For three years, I played the perfect, uneducated housewife to my billionaire husband, Bradley. Then I received a photo of him sleeping in our custom bed, a woman's hand resting intimately on his bare chest. It was my half-sister. When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. He defended her, saying she was just scared of thunderstorms. "You are her sister. Why is your mind so dirty?" I handed him signed divorce papers, leaving with absolutely nothing. He sneered, pointing at the door. "A woman who didn't even finish high school? You will be begging on the streets in a week!" Later, he violently dragged me away from a friend's house, only to kick me out of his car on a freezing, pitch-black mountain road just because my half-sister called crying about a power outage. Standing alone in the dark with bleeding heels, the last ounce of warmth in my heart turned to solid ice. He truly thought I was a helpless nobody who would eventually crawl back to him in tears. He had no idea who he had really married. The next morning, I put on a tailored power suit, walked into the towering headquarters of MY Corporation, and took the Chairman's seat. It was time for him to meet Anna, the mysterious business tycoon he was about to go to war with.
Chapters
share

Chapter 10

Two days later, Bradley sat behind his desk. His dark eyes were fixed on a small, black velvet jewelry box resting near his keyboard.

He reached out and slowly popped the lid open.

Inside lay the "Tears of an Angel"—a legendary diamond necklace that caught the light and fractured it into a million blinding pieces. He had bought it at an underground auction for an astronomical price. It was supposed to be Herminia's third-anniversary gift.

He stared at the diamonds, dark possessiveness clawing at his throat. Once his hostile takeover crushed her company and brought her to her knees, he would personally fasten this necklace around her neck. He would lock it on her like a collar, forcing her to understand who truly owned her.

The intercom buzzed. Connor's voice came through. "Sir, the emergency cross-border merger meeting is starting. They need you now."

Bradley frowned. He moved to secure the velvet box inside his biometric wall safe. But the intercom buzzed again with rising urgency, and his mind flashed to Herminia's defiant eyes. Distracted and furious, he shoved the box into the safe and slammed the heavy steel door—failing to realize the latch hadn't fully engaged.

He grabbed his suit jacket and marched out.

Ten minutes later, the heavy wooden door of the CEO's office slowly pushed open.

Kristal walked in wearing the latest Chanel tweed suit, holding a designer lunchbox. She was here to check if Bradley was secretly contacting that bitch Herminia. "I have an urgent delivery for him," she had lied sweetly to the secretary, slipping past while the assistant turned to answer a call.

Seeing the office empty, she boldly walked behind the massive executive desk.

Her eyes instantly locked onto the slightly ajar steel safe, the edge of a luxurious black velvet box peeking out from the shadows.

Greed surged through her. She reached out and pressed the silver latch.

The lid popped open. The diamonds sparkled fiercely under the office lights, dazzling her.

Kristal gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth, her body trembling with pure excitement. She recognized it immediately from fashion magazines. The Tears of an Angel.

Her mind raced. Next week was her twenty-fourth birthday. Her vanity instantly convinced her that this was Bradley's surprise gift for her—a way to make up for the ruined European vacation.

She carefully lifted the heavy necklace from the velvet and held it against her pale neck, turning to look at her reflection in the window. She imagined the faces of the high-society women at her birthday party. They would die of jealousy.

Suddenly, the sharp click of high heels sounded in the hallway.

Kristal panicked. Her fingers tightened around the necklace. She couldn't bear to put it back. Bradley had practically left it out for her—he must have wanted her to find it. This was her gift. She deserved it.

Without another thought, she shoved the diamond necklace into her designer handbag. She snapped the empty velvet box shut and pushed it back to its exact spot, hiding the theft.

A secretary walked in, her eyes flashing with disgust when she saw Kristal behind the desk. "The CEO is in a meeting."

Kristal lifted her chin arrogantly, acting like the lady of the house. "I was just leaving his lunch."

She walked out of the office, a massive, triumphant smile spreading across her face. Her handbag, heavy with the stolen treasure, swung at her side.

As soon as she hit the hallway, she pulled out her phone and opened her private group chat with her socialite friends. She quickly typed a message bragging about the priceless, world-class diamond necklace her "man" was about to give her.

She smiled maliciously at her screen. She was going to invite Herminia to the party.

She wanted that loser to watch her wear it.

Keep Watching!
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to continue reading
Unlock All Episodes
Open the Official Website

You may also like

After Discovering His Betrayal, I Married His Rival Novel Cover
8.6
On the eve of her wedding, Clara discovers her fiancé's cold betrayal, shattering her dreams of a happy life. Refusing to be a victim, she makes a daring move by approaching his most formidable business rival with a marriage proposal. This impulsive alliance with a powerful billionaire turns her world upside down. As they navigate a complex fake marriage, Clara seeks her ultimate revenge while unexpected feelings begin to blur the lines of their deal.
After My Husband Donated My Mother's Liver To His Mistress Novel Cover
8.1
After three years of marriage, my world shattered when my husband, Brandon, prioritized his mistress over my family. To save his lover, he forcibly took my mother's transplant liver, resulting in her death. Consumed by grief and betrayal, I demanded a divorce, only to be met with his cold indifference. Now, I am determined to make him pay for his cruelty. I will seek justice for my mother and ensure he loses everything he holds dear.
Claimed By The Coldhearted Sterling Heir Novel Cover
7.7
I was kneeling on the warped linoleum of my trailer, packing my life into a trash bag, when the predatory purr of a luxury SUV echoed through the thin walls. I thought it was a raid, but it was something much worse. Julian Sterling, a federal prosecutor in a charcoal suit, stepped into the mud and bought me from my alcoholic stepfather. He didn't use cash; he used a list of felonies and a legal settlement to trade my freedom for my stepfather's silence. "Throw it away," Julian ordered, pointing at the bag containing everything I owned. I watched my sister's stuffed bear fall into an oil puddle as he forced me into a world of cold leather and silence. By the time we reached Boston, Faith Vance was dead. He forced me to sign papers changing my name to Elara, erasing my past to fit a narrative of Swiss boarding schools and high-society breeding. The horror didn't stop there. The family patriarch, Arthur Sterling, looked at us with hawk-like eyes and issued a command that turned my blood to ice. To avoid scandal, Julian and I were to be introduced as "Brother" and "Sister." Julian's jaw tightened until a vein throbbed in his temple, and when he finally called me "Sister," the word sounded like a curse. I was a prisoner in a mansion with bars on the windows, caught between a "brother" who loathed my existence and a cousin who tried to assault me in my own room. They dressed me in silk armor and expected me to be a doll, a manageable piece of a legacy I never asked for. I sat at a dinner table worth more than my hometown, swallowing oysters that tasted like salt and iodine, while Julian created a physical barrier between me and the wolves. Under the tablecloth, I reached out and squeezed his clenched fist. His fingers uncurled and captured mine in a grip so crushing it felt like a pact signed in the dark. I have a jagged shard of glass in my pocket and five thousand dollars a month to hoard. Julian says the law is a weapon that breaks weak people, but he's about to find out that I'm not a lamb. I'm a survivor, and I'm ready for the casualties.
He Cheated, I Overtook, He Crashed. Novel Cover
9.6
After discovering her boyfriend’s betrayal, a woman chooses a path of empowerment rather than heartbreak. She leaves her unfaithful partner behind to pursue her own ambitions, eventually rising to unprecedented success in the business world. As she thrives, her ex-boyfriend’s life spirals into a series of professional and personal failures. This story follows her journey of transformation as she outshines the man who once underestimated her.
Love Lost, New Life Found Novel Cover
8.0
After enduring a marriage defined by cold neglect, a resilient woman finally secures a divorce from her billionaire husband. Determined to reclaim her identity, she steps out from his shadow to build an independent future. However, her newfound freedom is complicated when her ex-husband suddenly realizes her true worth. As she navigates a fresh start, he begins a relentless pursuit to win her back, forcing her to choose between past pain and a new life.
Reborn Heiress: The Shadow Regent's Obsession Novel Cover
8.7
I stood as a ghost, watching the rhythmic thud of dirt hitting my own casket. My father, Senator Ellwood, dabbed his eyes for the cameras while my stepmother, Carroll, played the grieving mother perfectly, even though they were the ones who had paved the way for my murder. The vision shifted to a high-rise office where Isadore Walker, the terrifying "Shadow Regent," was methodically bankrupting every elite family that had betrayed me. He pressed a silver koi fish necklace to his lips and triggered a massive explosion, choosing to burn the entire world down just to join me in death. "Little Fish," he whispered. In my first life, I was a naive pawn who believed my best friend, Catarina, when she claimed I simply slipped into the pool at my Debutante Ball. I let the opportunistic Cody Stevens play the hero who "saved" me, leading to a hollow engagement that ended in my ruin. I never knew that my stepmother had conspired with our housekeeper to hide my true identity and keep me from my biological family. I died without ever understanding why Isadore, a man who treated me with cold indifference, would sacrifice everything for my sake. I didn't know that my entire life was a web of kidnappings and bribes designed to keep me as a political pawn. Suddenly, the heat of the explosion warped into the agonizing burn of icy water. I broke the surface, gasping for air, back at the very party where my downfall began three years ago. As I climbed out, I didn't look for Cody’s help. I wrapped myself in Isadore’s sandalwood-scented jacket and felt the cold steel of the tactical knife he had left in the pocket. This time, I wasn't the victim; I was the one who would light the fuse.