
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 3
It was only at that moment that Gabriela recognized the woman she had helped. She was Alexander's mistress.
"Hurry, go get—"
Before Gabriela could finish calling for security, someone shoved her aside, and the young woman's frantic voice rang out.
"You're looking for a woman, right? Take her instead!"
The sudden betrayal stunned Gabriela. She stared in disbelief at how quickly the woman turned on her, even after being helped.
The young woman barely made it a few steps before one of the men grabbed her again.
"You're so ungrateful. She helped you out of kindness, and this is how you thank her?" He spoke lightly, almost teasing, while his eyes stayed on Gabriela, studying her from head to toe.
"What a beauty."
Her clear skin, long legs, and striking features made her stand out instantly.
Drawn in by her appearance, the man stepped closer without hesitation.
"Hey, gorgeous. How about we get along? Say yes, and I'll deal with her for you. Sounds fair?"
His eyes flickered with intent as his hand reached toward her shoulder.
"Alright," Gabriela replied, a faint smile forming, though it carried no warmth. She caught his wrist, leaned forward, and flipped him onto the floor in one smooth motion.
Without wasting time, she picked up a bottle and smashed it against the wall. The sharp sound cut through the air.
Holding the broken glass toward them, her gaze turned cold and dangerous. "Anyone else want to try?"
Her sudden move shocked them, and none of the men dared step forward. Eventually, they scattered.
At the same time, Alexander started to feel uneasy. He stood up and began looking for his mistress, and the disturbance nearby drew his attention. When he arrived, he saw everything that had just happened.
"Alex, I'm so scared!" As soon as the young woman saw him, she pulled away from the man gripping her and rushed into his arms, tears pouring down her face.
"What happened?" Concern filled Alexander's expression as he gently wiped away her tears.
With a hesitant glance toward Gabriela, the young woman, Kylie Palmer, spoke in a small voice. "She wasn't the one behind this..."
Instead of reassuring him, that explanation only deepened Alexander's suspicion.
"Ella, why are you here?" he asked, disbelief clear in his tone.
In his mind, Gabriela never stepped into places like this, so there could only be one reason. She must have followed him.
Everything suddenly made sense to him. He assumed she had found out about his affair and arranged for these men to trap her.
Any trace of guilt he once felt disappeared, replaced by a look of clear disapproval.
"When did you become this cruel? She's an innocent woman. She isn't a threat to you. You're going too far."
Hearing his accusations, Gabriela found the situation absurd, almost laughable. "Do you even hear what you're saying?"
How could he still act so self-righteous after being caught cheating?
Alexander's expression stayed firm. "I understand you're jealous, but..."
Before he could continue, Gabriela grabbed a nearby bottle and poured its contents over his head.
"Have you lost your mind?" Soaked through his expensive suit, Alexander stared at her in shock.
Without a hint of emotion, Gabriela smashed the bottle near his feet and turned away as if he no longer existed.
A sharp cry slipped out as glass scattered across the floor. Kylie clutched his arm tightly and hid behind him.
"Are you okay?" Alexander immediately pulled her closer, his voice full of concern.
When he looked back at Gabriela, anger burned in his eyes. He seized her wrist with force. "Gabriela, stop right there and apologize to Kylie."
Gabriela's eyes dropped to his hand, where the veins stood out from his tight grip, before she met his gaze again in silence.
"You almost hurt her. It's just saying sorry. Why make it difficult?"
To him, it was nothing serious.
All it took was a few words, yet Gabriela had no intention of giving them.
A chill filled Gabriela's gaze, sharp enough to make Alexander hesitate, and his grip loosened without him realizing it.
As soon as he felt her slip free, his expression shifted, anger and embarrassment flashing across his face.
"Don't push it!" he snapped, reaching out for her again.
Disgust showed on her face as she moved back to avoid him. Her foot came down on broken glass, and she lost her balance, falling backward.
Fragments covered the floor, and Kylie secretly wished Gabriela would land face-first and be left with scars.
"Ella..." Caught off guard, Alexander lunged forward, trying to grab her, but he couldn't reach her in time.
Gabriela shut her eyes, bracing herself for the impact that never came.
Instead, a faint woody scent surrounded her, and when she opened her eyes, a stranger was right in front of her.
"Are you okay?" His voice was low and steady, carrying a cold edge.
Something about that voice stirred a sense of familiarity, and her heart quickened, though she couldn't place it.
"Who are you? Let her go!"
Seeing the man's arm around her waist, Alexander rushed over, anger burning in his eyes.
Even as his wife, Gabriela had pulled away from his touch. How could he stand seeing another man lay a hand on her?
Before Alexander could get close, a strong force shoved him aside.
"Should I call the police?" The man gave Alexander a brief glance before focusing on Gabriela, his tone calm yet firm.
A surge of resentment rose in Alexander toward the stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm her husband! This is our matter. Stay out of it!"
"Oh?" The man lifted a brow, a faint smirk forming. "Your wife is injured, and you didn't even notice. That doesn't look like concern to me."
It was only then that Alexander noticed the blood trickling from Gabriela's right hand, and panic hit him at once.
The man let out a mocking laugh. "Someone this careless shouldn't be anywhere near you. Imagine living with him and getting hurt, and he wouldn't even realize."
"Enough!" Embarrassment and anger flared in Alexander as he snapped, then turned back to Gabriela with a strained expression.
"Ella, I got worked up earlier. Let me see your hand."
Gabriela met his concern with a faint, ironic look.
"Save it for your mistress," she said coldly, refusing to even look at him again.
She turned to the man beside her. "Thank you."
When she lifted her gaze, she found herself caught in his deep eyes, as if they were pulling her in.
Asher Lewis studied her quietly. Her smooth skin and tear-filled eyes stirred a trace of sympathy in him.
She was striking, yet she had chosen someone like Alexander. It was a waste.
"No need to thank me. But you really should get your eyes checked—your judgment when it comes to men is seriously flawed."
With that remark, he turned and walked away, a flamboyant companion trailing behind him.
"Asher, your tongue's still as sharp as ever!"
......
As the voices grew distant, Gabriela looked away, then walked away, leaving Alexander and his scheming mistress behind.
"Ella, it's all a misunderstanding..." Alexander tried to follow her, eager to explain, but Kylie grabbed onto him.
"Alex, I'm really afraid..." Kylie's trembling voice made Alexander pause, leaving him conflicted as he watched Gabriela disappear.
With the help of a hired driver, Gabriela managed to bring the completely drunk Lindsay home.
"Thank you, sir. Keep the change."
The driver accepted the cash with a grin and drove off.
Back in the bedroom, Gabriela looked at Lindsay lying there unconscious and let out a tired sigh before helping her remove her makeup and clean her face.
By the time everything was done, and Gabriela finished her shower, it was already past midnight. She climbed into bed, and the alcohol pulled her into sleep almost immediately.
Morning came, and when she checked her phone, she saw it filled with missed calls from Alexander.
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At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.

8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.

8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move.
Yesterday, they finalized my sale.
"You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree."
Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed.
But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions.
At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea.
Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me.
I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare.
Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour.
My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain.
I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.

9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."

9.0
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.

8.6
Ellery was trapped in a suffocating marriage with Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire, Holland Sutton.
She silently endured his blatant affairs, even measuring his mistress for custom lingerie at her own design studio. She drank foul, black fertility potions forced on her by his cruel mother, who treated her like nothing more than a breeding machine.
She only tolerated the endless abuse because her own brother blackmailed her. He threatened to pull the plug on their dying mother's life support if Ellery didn't secure Holland's massive investment for his company. So, she swallowed her pride. She let Holland drag her around like a trophy, let his mother demand she quit her business, and allowed herself to be stripped of all dignity.
But then, the devastating news broke.
Holland's cousin had just welcomed a baby boy, securing the family inheritance. Ellery's womb was suddenly useless to the Sutton empire. The promised investment for her brother was instantly revoked. Every humiliation, every bitter potion she had choked down, was for absolutely nothing. She had been the perfect, silent puppet in a sick game she could never win.
Yet, Holland simply dragged her to the closet and threw a black haute couture gown at her feet.
"Put that on. Tonight, you are going to smile and show all of New York that my marriage is perfectly intact."
Staring at the heavy dress on the floor, a cold, terrifying clarity replaced her despair. If the rules of his twisted game had changed, then so had hers.