Ugly Bride, Ruthless Groom: The Ultimate Power Couple

Caitlin married Shawn, a man rumored to be both violent and terminally ill, just to reclaim her late mother's belongings. Their union was the talk of the town-everyone mocked the "ugly woman" and the "dying madman," convinced the marriage was doomed from the start. But after their wedding, Caitlin shocked the elite: she was a brilliant architect, legendary healer, and even secretly ruled the underworld. As the world watched, Shawn's brutal image softened. During a global live-streamed wedding, he knelt and declared, "Caitlin, you are the light in my life!"

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Aydan's gaze landed on Caitlin standing quietly at the edge of the living room. She was dressed in faded jeans and clutching a battered tote, and her hair was parted into two lopsided braids. He scowled but didn't say a word.

Emma's voice rang out, dripping with disdain. "Dad, who let this weirdo in?"

"That's enough out of you," said Aydan, his tone sharp. "She's your sister, whether you like it or not."

Emma jerked upright in disbelief. "You're serious? This is the so-called sister from the middle of nowhere? She's a total disaster."

With a cold smirk, she twirled her freshly painted nails and gestured toward Caitlin. "Figures she's broke, looks a mess, and only wants money. If she's so eager to marry that dying Harris, why not hand her over?"

Aydan's features hardened. Tracking Caitlin down had always been about her mother's inheritance, but maybe sending her to the Harris family would bring even more benefits.

The arrangement would keep the Harris partnership intact and Caitlin under his watch in Aleginia.

Eyes narrowing, Aydan made his decision. "You can marry into the Harris family, but every last thing your mother owned stays with us. Understand?"

Caitlin let out a peal of laughter, as though he'd just told a great joke.

She wandered further into the room, dropped herself onto the couch across from them, and took a long drink from a water glass. "You're missing something here. You came crawling to me, so I'll be the one calling the shots."

"You backwoods trash! You should be grateful we're giving you this chance. Why do you think you get to make demands?" Emma retorted.

Caitlin grinned. "If it's such a big opportunity, why don't you take it yourself?"

Emma's lips curled in anger, and she clung to Aydan's sleeve. "Dad! Are you just going to let her say that?"

Aydan let out a harsh laugh. "The Harris family runs this city. We're already giving you more than you deserve. Who are you to bargain with us?"

Caitlin arched an eyebrow, setting the glass down with a soft clink. "So that's a no? Well, by all means, let Emma walk down the aisle."

Emma spun around, her voice rising again. "Dad, you can't do this to me! I won't marry him!"

"Enough!" Aydan snapped, his glare silencing her on the spot. He stared hard at Caitlin.

Despite her thrift-shop clothes and plain appearance, those eyes were the spitting image of her mother's.

Something about the way Caitlin met his gaze took him back in time, and a shiver ran down his spine. He sprang up from his seat.

Caitlin lounged back, unbothered, holding his stare without a trace of fear.

"Talk," said Aydan, never looking away. "What are your terms?"

"Simple." She raised two fingers. "First, I want every single thing my mother left behind. Second, I want twenty percent of White Group's shares."

Emma jumped to her feet. "You must be insane! Twenty percent? What are you smoking?"

Aydan's eyes stayed locked on Caitlin as he mulled it over. "The best I can do is ten percent. That's my final offer."

Caitlin laughed, tipping her head at him. "You're really going to argue over twenty percent? Fine by me. You've got another daughter ready to play bride. I'll pass."

Aydan's jaw worked in frustration. "Fine. You get twenty percent. I'll have it transferred today."

His eyes narrowed as he added, "But don't even think about your mother's things. Those stay with us."

Caitlin's grin faded, replaced by a harsh glare that locked onto Aydan.

It was obvious she wouldn't be reclaiming her mother's belongings—at least not yet.

Aydan probably meant to hold them over her head to make sure she stayed in line.

If that was the case, then she would make the White family find out the hard way what it meant to try to leash someone who was determined to settle old scores.

A faint smirk crossed Caitlin's lips. "Have it your way. Let's put everything in writing."

Papers signed and share certificate in hand, Caitlin got to her feet and waved the document with a hint of swagger. "Looks like I'm done here."

Aydan cut her off. "Wait. The Harris family doesn't tolerate games. I'll drive you myself."

Inside the car, he passed her a file. "Everything you need to know about the Harris family is in there. Learn it, and don't bring trouble back to our doorstep."

Caitlin flipped through the folder, only pausing when she spotted a photograph of Shawn tucked into the section about him.

So, fate had decided they'd meet again—this time, under very different terms.

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Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers. He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison. He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir. Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely. With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.

Action Modern Romance

8.0

Escaping His Cage: The Phoenix Wife Returns

8.0

Two minutes before midnight on the eve of my wedding, my phone buzzed. I expected a sweet text from my groom, Liam. Instead, I received a photo of him with his lips inches from another woman's neck. The caption read: "He's celebrating his last night of freedom. Are you sure you want to be the jailer?" I didn't scream. I didn't cancel the wedding. I walked down the aisle the next morning and looked at his handsome face. I saw the scratch on his wrist—a souvenir from his mistress, Ava. Later, I overheard him tell his best man that I was just the "safe bet," a boring broodmare to provide an heir while he had fun with her. He thought I was a naive girl who believed in fairy tales. He thought he had secured his perfect life when I said, "I do." But he was wrong. When I discovered I was pregnant a few days later, I didn't celebrate. I realized this baby wasn't a blessing; it was a lock on my cage. Liam wanted a dynasty? He wanted a legacy? I looked at the positive test in my hand and made a cold, hard choice. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to destroy him. I wiped my tears, packed my documents, and prepared to burn his entire world to ash. The war had just begun.

Action Modern Romance

8.4

Flash Marriage To My Ruthless Professor

8.4

I signed a prenuptial agreement with a cold-blooded Wall Street predator just to unlock my trust fund and fight my greedy stepmother. We were nothing more than legal roommates bound by a strict three-year contract. But to survive the corporate war at my family's company, I skipped my mandatory university finance class and paid a guy to answer the roll call for me. The stand-in was immediately caught and kicked out by the notoriously ruthless new professor. That night at dinner, I complained to my contract husband about the professor. "He's an unreasonable, arrogant dictator who gets off on torturing his students," I complained bitterly. My husband just calmly cut my steak and listened as I bragged about how I was going to fake-cry and manipulate the professor the next morning. I even rushed to the faculty office the next day and performed a desperate, tearful apology to an elderly man I assumed was the tyrant. I thought I had perfectly balanced my corporate war and my academic life. I thought I had fooled everyone. But when I confidently sat in the front row of the massive lecture hall, the heavy wooden doors pushed open. The terrifying new professor walked onto the podium and aggressively wrote his name on the chalkboard: Elliot Dillard. It was my contract husband. He looked down at me with cold, merciless authority, knowing every single lie I had told, and slowly called my name.

Action Modern Romance

8.7

From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

8.7

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.2

He Saved His Mistress, Not His Wife

9.2

I was trapped under a massive oak bookcase, my leg shattered, dust filling my lungs. My husband, Dante, the Underboss of the Chicago Outfit, finally found me. But just as he lifted the heavy beam to free me, his earpiece crackled. It was news about Sofia, his childhood friend and the woman he truly loved. "She scratched her arm on the car door, Boss. She's hyperventilating. She won't board the jet without you." Dante froze. He looked at me, bleeding on the floor, secretly ten weeks pregnant with his child. Then he looked at the door. "It's just a broken leg, Elena," he said coldly, slowly lowering the crushing weight back onto me. "You are a doctor. You know it's not fatal. Sofia needs me." He ran to comfort a woman with a papercut, leaving his wife and unborn child to be buried alive in the rubble. I miscarried alone in the dark, tracing the number of a divorce lawyer on the floorboards in my own blood. Three days later, while he was peeling grapes for Sofia in a VIP hospital suite, I packed my medical degree and a single gym bag. I didn't go to a hotel. I boarded a military cargo plane to a war zone in South Sudan. By the time the Ice Prince realized his castle was empty, I was already thousands of miles away, and I wasn't coming back.

Action Modern Romance

8.1

Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

8.1

I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat. A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt. The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men. I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser? It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot. I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness. "The crazy woman you knew before is dead." I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.

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