
Ashes of Our Vows: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
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Chapter 4
My vision went dark, and I nearly collapsed where I stood.
I didn't even have time to change. I grabbed my car keys and rushed out.
I sped all the way to the media district.
From a distance, thick black smoke was already billowing into the night sky.
The entire block was cordoned off, fire engines flashing red and blue lights nonstop.
Jets of water slammed into the flames again and again, but the fire still raged wildly.
I slammed on the brakes. Before the car had even stopped, I was already out and running.
"Move!"
I pushed forward without thinking. There was only one thought in my mind.
Sophie was still inside. I had to go in and save her.
My subordinate caught up and grabbed me. "Ms. Parker, it's too dangerous inside. You can't go in!"
He stood firmly in front of me, not backing down even a step.
"Ms. Parker..." He lowered his head, unable to meet my eyes. "Please… accept our condolences."
In the glow of the flames not far away, several firefighters carried a stretcher out.
The person on it was burned beyond recognition, no longer even looking human.
I stood frozen, forgetting how to breathe.
Until a hand slipped from the edge of the stretcher, fingers curled slightly.
A gemstone ring on the ring finger caught the firelight. It was the birthday gift I had given Sophie last year.
My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground.
Footsteps approached slowly at that moment.
Daniel stood not far away, his arm wrapped around Emily's waist.
Emily leaned against him, the corners of her lips curling upward.
Her smile was careless, triumphant, even a little provocative.
Something slammed against my chest, and realization struck me.
The so-called accidental fire… had been set by Daniel.
He was taking revenge on me for winning the case against Emily.
Daniel remained composed, as if discussing a trivial business deal. "I didn't plan to go this far, but you made Emily lose the case and spread it everywhere, humiliating her. I had to get her some compensation. We're even now. I did all of this. If you want to blame someone, blame me."
I lowered my eyes to my friend's body not far away and said nothing.
Daniel followed my gaze, hesitated briefly, then said, "I only meant to teach your friend a lesson. She shouldn't have gone against Emily or encouraged you to divorce me. I didn't mean for her to die. It was just bad luck."
My parents were always busy with work and rarely had time for me. I had grown up spending most of my time with my friends.
Whenever Daniel and I fought the hardest, she would stand between us, clumsy but sincere, trying again and again to pull us back together.
When I said I wanted a divorce, she didn't try to stop me. She stayed silent for a moment, then carefully revised every clause of the agreement and stood by me through the case.
There was one less person in this world who loved me.
It felt as though something had clenched tightly around my chest.
I suddenly couldn't breathe. The pain spread outward from my chest, inch by inch, as if something inside me was tearing apart.
Seeing that I didn't respond, Daniel cast me a casual glance.
The next second, his expression changed abruptly, and he rushed toward me in panic.
"Claire, are you okay?"
I looked at him blankly, my vision beginning to blur.
When I lowered my head, I realized my clothes had already been soaked through with blood.
A blinding, vivid red.
I couldn't hold on any longer. Everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose.
Daniel sat by my bedside, flipping through my medical reports with his head lowered.
He opened his mouth, as if something was stuck in his throat.
After a long silence, he finally spoke in a low voice.
"Your old gunshot wound… it's flared up again. The bullet was removed back then, but it was close to the nerves near your chest. This time, the shock triggered severe internal bleeding. If you had been brought in any later, you might have…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
The only sound left in the room was the steady beeping of the machines.
I slowly turned my head and looked out the window.
The truth was, the gunshot wound in my chest had been because of Daniel.
We had attended a business event, and afterward, he suddenly decided we should walk home together.
The street was quiet and deserted.
That was where we were kidnapped.
The kidnappers demanded a huge ransom, but just the day before, Daniel had spent a fortune at an auction buying jewelry for Emily. On top of that, my leaked photos had shaken the company's stock. We couldn't come up with that kind of cash flow in time.
In the chaos, the kidnappers decided to eliminate him. One of them pulled out a gun and aimed straight at Daniel's heart.
The moment the shot was fired, I moved on instinct, throwing myself in front of him.
The bullet missed my heart by inches.
Shocked and guilty, Daniel had shielded me beneath him when the explosion went off.
Later, we were rescued. Somehow, we both survived.
Lying in the ICU, Daniel had said to me solemnly, "Claire, let's stop fighting. Let's live properly from now on."
I believed him.
I just hadn't expected his "from now on" to last only three years.
Daniel's voice trembled.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't burned down your media company…"
I cut him off.
"What's the point of regret after the fact?"
His expression stiffened. He spoke quickly, almost flustered.
"I'll send Emily away. I promise, I won't have anything to do with her ever again."
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a child rushed in, his voice urgent.
"Dad! Mom is sick, you need to come see her!"
Almost instinctively, Daniel replied, "I'm coming."
He took a step before suddenly realizing I was still lying in the hospital bed.
He paused for a few seconds before forcing himself to add, "I'll go end things with her and get them settled."
I lay there, staring at the empty doorway, and suddenly felt like laughing.
Even when apologizing to me, she was still his first choice.
I didn't want to stay any longer. I called my staff and had them arrange my discharge.
At the same time, I contacted a new legal team to prepare a fresh divorce agreement.
In the end, I compiled all the Carter Group's shady transactions and financial loopholes and sent them to his sworn enemy.
Old grudges, new debts. I would settle them all.
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7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.

8.7
I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched.
As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator.
My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir.
Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable.
I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur.
When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy.
I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

7.8
Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative.
But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust.
The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds.
At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane.
Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel.
"Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!"
They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy.
What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before.
Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.

8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

7.1
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.