Playing The Toxic Wife To Attract Billionaires
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
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Chapter 7
June stared at Isaac, completely paralyzed. The words "Well disciplined" echoed in her brain, short-circuiting her thoughts. She forgot to fix her face into a scowl.
Isaac waves his hand dismissively at the head butler. "Take them upstairs to wash up. They are confined to their rooms until I say otherwise."
The boys shot June looks of pure venom before slumping their shoulders and following the butler up the grand staircase.
The hall emptied in seconds. Only June and Isaac remained, standing amidst the wreckage of the vase.
Isaac shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the back of the sofa. He reached up and slowly loosened his silk tie as he walked toward her.
The cold, detached CEO mask was gone. In its place was a raw, predatory energy that made the hair on June's arms stand up.
Her survival instinct kicked in. She took a step backward, but her spine hit the solid wood of the staircase banister. She was trapped.
Isaac closed the distance. He planted one large hand on the banister right beside her waist, caging her in.
He tilted his head down. His eyes roamed over her face, dissecting every micro-expression.
"You used to treat them like fragile glass just to play the role of the perfect, loving mother," Isaac said, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with pressure."But today, you hit him. Tell me, June, what new script are you writing?"
June's heart slammed against her ribs. He knew. He knew she was acting differently. If he figured out she wasn't the real June, she was dead.
"Warning!" the system shrieked. "Identity compromise imminent. Execute 'Brainless Drama' defense protocol immediately!"
June clenched her jaw. She forced the panic out of her eyes and replaced it with a look of utter, bored annoyance.
She rolled her eyes dramatically and let out a loud huff. "A script? You give them too much credit."
She lifted her hand and poked her index finger hard against the solid muscle of his chest, trying to push him back. "They were giving me a headache, and I have a SPA appointment to get to."
Isaac didn't budge. Instead, his hand shot up and caught her finger. He wrapped his large palm around her hand, holding it flat against his chest.
His skin was burning hot. The heat seared through her skin, making her fingers tremble. She tried to yank her hand back, but his grip was iron.
Isaac's eyes darkened with a strange, dangerous amusement. "Is that so? You broke your carefully crafted image over a massage?"
He lifted his free hand. His long fingers reached toward her face. He gently caught a loose curl of hair that had fallen against her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.
The gesture was shockingly intimate. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against her sensitive earlobe. A violent shiver ripped through June's entire body.
Isaac leaned in closer, his lips hovering inches from her ear. His voice was a rough whisper. "You're acting very strange lately, June. So strange... it's almost a pleasant surprise."
The word "surprise" hit June like a physical blow. Her stomach dropped. This was bad. This was very, very bad.
Pure panic gave her a burst of adrenaline. She shoved both hands hard against his chest, breaking his hold.
She spun around and bolted up the stairs as fast as her heels would allow, her injured calf throbbing in sharp, stinging protest with every step she took, though she didn't stop.
She glanced over her shoulder, throwing out a desperate, defensive line. "Don't touch me! You ruined my hair!"
Isaac stood at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't chase her.
He slowly lifted the hand that had touched her hair. He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, a slow, deeply possessive smirk curving his lips.
June reached the second-floor landing and slammed her back against the wall. She gasped for air, her heart threatening to crack her ribs.
She closed her eyes in despair. Her stupid, shallow excuse hadn't fooled him at all. It had only made the predator more interested in the prey.
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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.
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
9.7
Alya Harrell was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy Long Island family, treated worse than a stray dog in her own home. Tonight, her family finally found a use for her.
Her stepmother and half-sister, Chloe, forced her into a scandalous, plunging red dress. They were offering her as a bargaining chip to Warren Thorne, a ruthless, sleazy hedge fund manager known for collecting and discarding young girls.
Just to ensure her absolute humiliation, Chloe intentionally "tripped" and spilled a glass of red wine all over the silk dress.
"Now you'll have to wear that hideous little black thing you own," Chloe sneered, leaving Alya to face the high-society dinner looking like a beggar.
When Alya tried to escape Thorne's groping hands, her own father hunted her down. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, and raised his hand to strike her for embarrassing the family.
She was nothing but a pawn to them, a cheap product to be sold and abused for their financial gain. Alya's heart turned cold as she realized her blood relatives would gladly destroy her just to secure a lucrative business deal.
But when she was sent to the cellar to fetch a $50,000 vintage wine for their billionaire VIP guest, Alya caught her perfect sister hooking up with a personal trainer next to the priceless bottle.
Quietly stealing the vintage wine and burying it in the garden dirt, Alya returned to the ballroom with a dangerous smile.
"I think I saw Chloe carrying a bottle down to the cellar," she told her furious father and the VIP, leading them straight toward the trap that would completely ruin her sister's perfect life.