
My Second Husband Was An Untouchable Tycoon?!
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
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Chapter 2
"Ella?" A deep crease formed between Alexander's brows. "What's wrong?"
Not wanting to expose herself, Gabriela answered at once, "I didn't want the serum from the mask dripping onto you."
Alexander had always been particular about cleanliness, especially when it came to anything sticky or unpleasant.
Just as she expected, he instinctively moved back and kept a gap between them.
Even so, doubt lingered, and he continued, "After you left, I remembered there was a problem with one of your projects. I had someone look for you, but you weren't around. Did you head home early?"
His eyes stayed on her, watching closely for any change in her expression.
Sensing what he was trying to confirm, Gabriela stayed calm and scrolled through her phone. "I was exhausted from the trip. I only wanted to come home and get some rest."
From the corner of her vision, she noticed the tension leave him, and she almost found his reaction amusing.
They exchanged a few casual words, and once she removed her mask and washed her face, he moved behind her and pulled her into his arms.
"Ella, we're already married," he said softly as his lips brushed against her neck, his touch light.
A wave of disgust rose in her, and she shoved him away. Seeing his puzzled and slightly annoyed look, she quickly came up with an excuse. "It's my period... I don't feel well."
Without waiting for him to respond, she picked up her pillow and blanket and walked toward the guest room.
"What is it? Are you..."
Alexander had just begun to frown and open his mouth to question her when his phone suddenly rang, interrupting him.
The caller's name "Babe" lit up on the screen, and Gabriela's eyes locked onto it as she waited for his reaction.
As expected, he didn't hesitate. Even with her watching, he answered right away.
He lowered the volume and stepped out, while a trace of mockery surfaced in Gabriela's gaze.
Standing by the doorway, she watched him in the hall as his expression softened into something gentle.
She recognized that look. It was the same one he used when he pursued her, though it had disappeared after their marriage.
A soft, teasing voice came through the phone. "I miss you. Can you come stay with me?"
Alexander glanced toward the guest room with hesitation, but he still agreed in the end.
When he returned after the call, Gabriela had already lain down, pretending to be asleep.
He tightened his lips, then turned around and left in silence.
As soon as the door closed, she sat up. Looking out the window, she caught the light flashing from the garage.
Moments later, Alexander sped off in his newest car, disappearing in an instant.
With his taillights fading into the distance, Gabriela began packing her belongings.
Inside the walk-in closet, she looked over the luxury pieces Alexander had given her, from their early relationship to their married life.
One by one, she took photos and sent them to a secondhand luxury dealer. The quoted amount was enough to secure a small apartment downtown.
She couldn't deny it. No matter how despicable he was, Alexander had been quite generous while they were dating.
With that money, she wouldn't struggle even after the divorce.
After finishing her packing, Gabriela called her best friend, Lindsay Reynolds.
"Are you free tonight? I'll take you out to The Ritz."
Lindsay checked the number again, disbelief filling her voice. "Wait, you? The perfect wife asking me out for drinks? Is this actually you, or did someone grab your phone to mess with me? Or is this some kind of scam?"
Unfazed by Lindsay's reaction, Gabriela spoke evenly. "Are you coming or not?"
"Of course I am!" Lindsay answered right away. "Ever since you got together with Alexander, you've been impossible to find. It's been ages since we spent time together."
Lindsay's words stirred something in Gabriela, a quiet mix of feelings she couldn't ignore.
For Alexander, she had let go of so many things.
Gabriela had just reached the entrance of The Ritz when Lindsay rushed over and wrapped her in a tight hug.
"You're paying tonight, right? Then I'll eat and drink as much as I want tonight."
The familiar warmth of that embrace brought back memories of their school days, when everything felt simple and carefree.
A small smile appeared as Gabriela hugged her back.
"Hey, what's going on with you?" Lindsay asked, picking up on her mood.
Gabriela avoided answering, brushing it off, but everything shifted the moment Lindsay noticed someone nearby.
In the distance, Alexander stood with his arm around a young woman who looked barely past her twenties.
"Ella, that's Alexander, right? I'm not imagining things?"
Lindsay blinked in disbelief, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Following where Lindsay pointed, Gabriela's eyes settled on her husband.
A faint, bitter smile touched her lips.
There was no need for Lindsay to ask further. The look on Gabriela's face already gave her the answer.
Anger surged through Lindsay, and her hands curled into fists. "They're really shameless! If I don't make them pay tonight, I'll regret it!"
As Lindsay's anger neared its breaking point, Gabriela quickly stopped her. "It's not worth your time."
Lindsay took that calmness the wrong way and frowned.
"Ella, wake up! He's out here showing off his affair, and you're just going to ignore it?"
Seeing how worked up Lindsay was, Gabriela felt a quiet warmth, though her expression stayed composed. She shook her head. "I've made up my mind to divorce him. Let's not allow people who don't matter to spoil our evening."
The word "divorce" left Lindsay stunned for a moment. Then excitement quickly replaced it.
"That's exactly what you should do! I've never thought he deserved you anyway. Back in school, you had so many guys chasing you. If he can't value you, someone else will. I'll set up a gathering and invite all those guys. Let's make him regret everything!"
"Once the divorce is done, he won't have anything to do with me anymore," Gabriela replied, her voice turning cold as she shut down the topic.
Lindsay changed the topic right away and slipped her arm through Gabriela's with a warm smile.
"Forget him. Tonight, we're drinking until we can't stand. I'm not as strong as before, but I can still keep up!"
Gabriela let out a soft laugh at her confidence. Yet after just two drinks, Lindsay was already slumped over the table.
"I'm not finished... Just wait..." Lindsay muttered, still trying to continue.
Seeing Lindsay refuse to admit defeat even in that state, Gabriela sighed.
She called over the bartender, "Can you keep an eye on my friend? I'll be back after I use the restroom."
Inside, Gabriela had just finished drying her hands when a frightened voice reached her.
"Please let me go! I have a boyfriend..."
Instead of backing off, the men laughed and pressed closer, their behavior becoming more aggressive.
A frown formed on Gabriela's face as she stepped forward. Her voice came out firm and cold.
"This is a place for fun, not trouble. Touch her again, and I'll call the police."
Taking the chance, the young woman rushed over and hid behind Gabriela.
The moment she got a clear look at Gabriela, surprise flashed across her face. "It's you?"
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.

8.9
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.

9.0
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."

7.9
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company.
Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease.
"A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked.
At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage.
They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past.
Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery.
"She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house."
With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like.

9.4
I was the Thornton Pack's brilliant but "wolfless" assistant, a defect they treated like a charity case.
After years of letting the Alpha, Caleb, control me to prove my worth, he publicly humiliated and discarded me for a pure-blooded pack princess.
Heartbroken and drunk at a bar, I accidentally bit and marked a terrifying stranger who saved me from two creeps.
I woke up to find out I had drunkenly claimed Damien Blackwood—a ruthless billionaire and the apex Lycan King of the werewolf world.
To prevent a pack war over the claiming mark, Damien trapped me in a two-year contract marriage, treating me like a convenient political tool.
Right after we signed the papers, I got a call from the police.
My little brother, Jamison, had been arrested for punching Caleb, who was bragging about ruining my dignity.
At the precinct, Caleb sneered at my misery, threatening to destroy my brother's future.
Seeing the fresh bite mark on my neck, Jamison exploded in handcuffs, screaming that Damien had blackmailed me into his bed to get him out of jail.
I begged Damien to step outside so I could explain this horrific misunderstanding, feeling like I had sold my soul to a cold-blooded predator.
But Damien ignored my pleas. He pulled me behind him, his suffocating Lycan aura crushing everyone in the room.
"Yes, she was with me last night, because she is my wife."
Before anyone could process the shock, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"And I didn't marry her to solve a problem. I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."
I stared at his broad back, my blood running cold as I realized I had no idea what kind of monster I had just bound my life to.

8.4
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family.
But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust.
"I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this."
He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets.
Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark.
But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice.
"I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan."
She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold.