My Ugly Husband? He Spoils Me Rotten!
On the day she married, Alina unknowingly took the place of the Hayes family's daughter and became Kellan's wife, the richest man in town who was rumored to be disfigured.
Everyone mocked their doomed marriage, expecting misery and disgrace.
Instead, Alina revealed brilliance no one expected-a renowned jewelry master, financial genius, and medical prodigy.
The woman the Hayes family ignored was actually the heiress they should have treasured.
As regret consumed them and her ex begged for another chance, Kellan stood beside her, now devastatingly handsome.
"Alina and I are perfect together. Stay away from my wife."
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Chapter 1
Preparations for a lavish wedding filled the Hayes family's residence, and every corner of the estate buzzed with activity.
On that very day, both the Hayes family's daughter and a servant's daughter were set to walk down the aisle.
Wrapped in her parents' embrace, Jessica Hayes struggled to hold back her tears as joy overwhelmed her.
Off to the side, Alina Riley remained still, dressed in a white bridal gown that only highlighted her quiet elegance and striking beauty.
Right beside her stood Kristy Riley, the Hayes family's servant, who was also her mother.
Even so, Kristy kept her attention fixed on Jessica, and her eyes glowed with warmth and affection.
Although this moment marked her own wedding, she felt invisible, as if her presence carried no weight at all.
That realization lingered, and a faint, self-mocking smile slowly appeared on Alina's lips.
"Since Miss Hayes is about to be married, you will no longer be by her side to serve her," Kristy said as she turned toward Alina. "You should bow and thank her properly, then say your goodbye before she leaves."
Hearing those words, Alina felt her expression turn cold.
From the time she was still a child, Kristy treated her with cold severity, yet she showed Jessica nothing but warmth and attention.
Whenever she spoke about her duty, Kristy insisted that the Hayes family had given her a livelihood, so she had to devote herself to caring for Jessica. Because of that belief, Alina grew up serving Jessica like a maid, and even the smallest hint of displeasure from Jessica would lead to harsh scolding or punishment from Kristy.
During those early years, Alina had no means to stand on her own, and she accepted everything in silence. After she became financially independent, she tried to convince her mother to leave the Hayes family behind, yet Kristy refused without hesitation and remained devoted, especially to Jessica.
Still, nothing could have prepared her for what happened on her wedding day, when her own mother demanded that she bow in gratitude and bid Jessica farewell.
Faced with that demand, Alina stood her ground and refused to comply. In response, Kristy lost her temper at once and raised her voice. "Don't forget where you came from. Without the Hayes family, you would have nothing. Even after marriage, your place remains beneath them. Miss Hayes gave you everything, so you must repay her with loyalty for the rest of your life."
At the sound of the commotion, nearby guests began to turn and stare, their eyes filled with curiosity and judgment.
Under those watchful gazes, Alina felt heat rush to her face, and the weight of humiliation settled heavily on her chest.
Without uttering a single word, Jessica remained in place, yet the look in her eyes betrayed a mix of envy and bitterness.
Being the daughter of a servant, Alina should have been someone she could easily ignore, yet her excellence had always placed her far above expectations and beyond her reach.
Because of those constant comparisons, resentment had quietly taken root in Jessica's heart over the years.
"Tell me the truth. Are you really my mother?" Alina's eyes reflected deep disappointment.
For a brief second, panic surfaced in Kristy's expression, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by harsher words. "I carried you for nine months and endured everything just to bring you into this world. What more do you want from me? Are you ashamed because I'm only a servant? Come and see this, everyone! Look at how the daughter I raised chooses to treat me after everything I have done for her!"
Kristy's loud cries echoed through the space, and before long, the guests around turned their attention to the scene.
Unable to tolerate the disruption any longer, Edmond Hayes, Jessica's father, stepped forward and spoke with restrained authority. "This is supposed to be a celebration, so lower your voice and stop causing a scene."
Choosing not to engage any further, Alina turned away without another word and made her way toward the waiting car.
Once inside, she shut her eyes tightly and tried to steady the storm of emotions rising within her.
Soon, she would be face-to-face with her fiancé, Alan Hopkins, so she forced herself to hold on to a cheerful mood for his sake.
Thinking about Alan brought a small sense of comfort, and her racing thoughts began to settle.
Back in their college days, their paths first crossed. Although Alina had no interest in falling in love at that time, Alan refused to give up on her and pursued her with steady determination until she finally gave in to his sincerity.
At that moment, another car passed by hers and briefly caught her attention.
Lifting her gaze, Alina watched the vehicle that carried Jessica, and a mix of emotions surfaced in her eyes.
Since childhood, Jessica had always been showered with affection by the Hayes family, yet they unexpectedly agreed to marry her off through an arrangement, and her groom turned out to be Kellan Gilbert.
Kellan was once known as a man admired by everyone and feared by many. His life changed drastically after a tragic car accident the previous year. That incident left him scarred and known for his volatile temper, and rumors even spread that he had lost his ability as a man.
Instead of a proper wedding, the Gilbert family made a simple demand, and they only required the Hayes family to send Jessica over without any ceremony.
At first, Alina believed that the Hayes family would cancel the arrangement to protect Jessica, no matter the cost.
Instead of intervening, they chose to remain silent, and they watched as Jessica stepped into what looked like a dangerous and uncertain future. As that realization settled in, Alina decided it was no longer her concern. From that moment forward, she resolved to cut all ties and leave both the Hayes family and Jessica behind for good.
Due to exhaustion from a restless night, sleep claimed her not long after she shut her eyes.
After some time had passed, Alina slowly regained consciousness in a room filled with dim lighting. Under the faint glow, her surroundings came into view, and the luxurious decor stood out even in the shadows.
Uncertainty washed over Alina. Could this actually be where Alan lived?
Had they not been meant to head straight to the wedding ceremony first?
Perhaps he had planned some surprise for her.
While those questions lingered, the door suddenly opened without warning.
Through the doorway, a man stepped inside.
Because of the faint lighting, Alina could not make out his face, yet his tall and solid build stood out, and the heavy presence around him made her feel uneasy. A quiet sense of danger crept in, and her instincts immediately warned her to stay alert.
"Who are you?" Alina asked, fixing her gaze on him.
Without offering any reply, he moved forward, reached the bed, and forced her down against the mattress while his imposing figure hovered above her. As he leaned closer, his warm breath brushed against her ear, and it sent a sharp shiver through her body.
Reacting at once, Alina struggled to push him away, yet he caught both her wrists with ease and held them in place.
"Kellan Gilbert," he replied.
The moment his name registered, shock filled her eyes.
Having revealed who he was, Kellan bent down without hesitation and pressed his lips against hers.
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9.5
On the day she discovers she is pregnant, Amara is handed divorce papers by the man she loved for three years. Betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she walks away with nothing-except the secret growing inside her.
But what Ethan Cole doesn't know is that the woman he abandoned is not weak... and not alone.
When Amara returns as a powerful heiress, no longer the woman he could control, Ethan begins to regret everything. But as secrets unravel and the truth about her pregnancy comes closer to light, one question remains-
When he finally finds out the child is his... will it already be too late?
8.8
I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir.
He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.
9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
9.3
"Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?"
Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears.
Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?"
That was how Adrian-her first crush, the boy she thought cared-chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner's adopted daughter.
But fate had other plans.
Because the Diamond Belfort brothers-the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don't stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her.
Because the real heiress doesn't beg.
She takes rather.
Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It's her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.
7.7
Dasia's twin brother, Gerald, was an e-sports prodigy, the rising star of the Glory team.
But during a crucial moment, he was framed by his own teammates. They orchestrated a trap that completely destroyed his reputation and left his right hand brutally crushed.
Instead of getting him medical help, the club threw him out into the freezing rain, bleeding and disgraced. The manager labeled him useless trash and slapped him with a five-million-dollar termination fee to bleed him dry. Stripped of his pro status, the wealthy bullies at his prep school relentlessly targeted him, mocking his crippled hand and beating him down.
Dasia watched her twin brother cry in his room, his life and dreams shattered by the people he trusted. A violent, suffocating rage boiled in her chest. How could they smile while crushing his hand? Why should the victim be treated like a rotting piece of garbage while the perpetrators get rich and celebrated?
She didn't shed a single tear. She stood in front of the mirror, took a pair of scissors, and ruthlessly hacked off her waist-length hair. She wrapped her chest in coarse medical bandages until her ribs screamed, and pulled on his oversized black hoodie.
"Everything you took from him, I am going to take back with interest."
The girl in the mirror was gone. She was Gerald now. She secretly passed the brutal online tryouts for Glory's biggest rival, the elite Blackflame team, and signed their official contract. The revenge had officially begun.
8.3
Jazmin woke up with a splitting headache and red system error codes flickering across her vision, only to realize she was trapped in a bizarre reality as a billionaire's contract wife.
Before she could even process the alien data in her mind, her arrogant husband, Adrian, threw a harsh divorce agreement onto her lap.
"You get nothing. Melody is the one I love. You were just a placeholder," he sneered, demanding she leave the marriage without a single cent.
When she didn't break down in tears, he grew furious and lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around her throat to remind her of her place. His wealthy family expected her to quietly accept her public humiliation, while her greedy adoptive parents immediately demanded a payout, treating her like a worthless ATM.
They all thought she was still the same fragile, pathetic woman who would beg for their scraps and cry over their cruelty. They had no idea that the original Jazmin was already dead, and the system had loaded a completely different, indestructible entity into her body.
Jazmin didn't shed a single tear or gasp for air.
She simply grabbed Adrian's wrist, shattered his bones with a sickening crunch, and tossed him through a glass window like a bag of trash.
"I'd rather dance alone in hell than be a dog in your heaven."
Taking the massive settlement she extorted, she walked straight into the arms of his deadliest rival, ready to tear this entire world apart.