A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled. Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault. For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice. "Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get." She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me. In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed. My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end. As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was. I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart. Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs. I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell. This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.

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The armored Maybach glided down the highway like a silent, black shark. Ray gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, his eyes glued to the road, terrified to even glance in the rearview mirror.

Giovanna leaned back against the buttery leather seat. She closed her eyes, letting her brain sort through the files of her past life.

In her previous life, she had used her genius-level IQ to secure an Early Decision spot at Oakhaven. But Elara had paid people to spread the rumor that Giovanna was a brainless idiot who bought her way in with Damien's money.

Worse, the prestigious honor of giving the freshman valedictory speech-an honor Giovanna had earned-was stolen by Elara through the Vang family's connections.

The Maybach slowed as it passed through the towering gothic arches of Oakhaven University. Students walking on the sidewalks stopped and stared, pointing at the multi-million-dollar vehicle.

Ray parked the car near the edge of The Quad. He jumped out and opened the door.

Giovanna stepped out. Her red-soled heels clicked sharply against the pavement. The burgundy dress hugged her curves, radiating old-money elegance and absolute power.

The whispers started immediately. Groups of students turned their heads, trying to guess which billionaire family she belonged to.

Giovanna ignored them. She walked straight toward the chaotic freshman registration booths.

Her eyes scanned the crowd and locked onto a girl struggling to hold a massive stack of folders. She wore thick black glasses and a faded sweater. Fiona Daly.

In her past life, Fiona was the only person who stood by Giovanna when the whole school turned against her. Fiona had lost her own scholarship because of it.

A tight knot formed in Giovanna's throat. She walked up behind Fiona and gently tapped her shoulder.

Fiona spun around. Her eyes widened in shock, then immediately filled with panic.

"Gio!" Fiona hissed, dropping her voice. "Why are you so late? Elara's friends are already telling everyone you're a fraud."

Before Giovanna could answer, a shrill, nasal voice cut through the noise.

"Well, well. If it isn't our famous 'donation admit'."

Skylar Finch, Elara's chief minion, strutted over. Three other girls flanked her like bodyguards.

Skylar looked Giovanna up and down, her eyes burning with ugly jealousy. "What's wrong? Your old, ugly sugar daddy husband couldn't be bothered to walk you to class?"

The students standing nearby stopped talking. They pulled out their phones, hitting record, waiting for the rich girl to cry.

Fiona's face flushed red with anger. She stepped in front of Giovanna, using her small body as a shield. "Shut up, Skylar! Gio got in on her own merit!"

Skylar sneered. She shoved Fiona hard in the chest. "Merit? Everyone knows Elara is the only genius in the Vang family."

Fiona stumbled backward, her heel catching on the pavement. The folders flew out of her hands, scattering across the grass.

Giovanna's eyes went dead. The temperature around her seemed to drop. She reached out, her hand clamping onto Fiona's arm, stabilizing her instantly.

Giovanna pulled Fiona behind her back. She took one slow, deliberate step toward Skylar. The sheer, suffocating pressure of Giovanna's presence made Skylar physically shrink back.

"What are you doing?" Skylar stammered, trying to sound tough.

Giovanna didn't yell. She casually adjusted the cuff of her trench coat.

When she spoke, her voice was loud enough to carry across the entire courtyard. "Whether my husband is old or ugly is none of your business. Especially since his company has higher standards than you could ever meet in your entire pathetic life. Now, get out of my sight."

A collective gasp, followed by a wave of brutal laughter, erupted from the crowd. Skylar's face turned the color of a crushed tomato.

Giovanna leaned in, dropping her voice to a lethal whisper meant only for Skylar. "And as for Elara being a genius..."

Giovanna straightened up. A cold, wicked smile touched her lips. "Let's see how smart she looks at the assembly in thirty minutes."

Without waiting for a response, Giovanna grabbed Fiona's hand and dragged her away from the crowd, heading straight for the massive stone library.

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Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen." Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay. A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain. As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

9.3

Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie—an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

7.8

Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands. But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator. "You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift." Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round. When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes. And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy. "She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her." Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die. Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered. She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive. Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash? But she didn't break. Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife. With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows. She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.

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9.2

Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

9.2

Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp. Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman. When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty. "Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way." He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door. That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack. The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate. But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined. Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier. While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden. Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die. In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars. Averie didn't shed a single tear. She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase. She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor. She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret

7.2

Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest. When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago. But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member. Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died. Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring. When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes. "Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now." The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion? Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer. "Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

One Dollar For Pity: The Surgeon Returns

9.7

For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale. Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire. He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status. I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service. Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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