Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me. Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice. "The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one." Alvie didn't even blink. He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit. He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement. The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor. A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity. In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames. Then, I violently jerked awake. I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin. I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering. The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both.

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Eleanor stomped into the kitchen, her heels clicking furiously against the tiles. She saw the empty space where Bridget usually stood, her face twisting with rage, but she didn't dare question Donte.

Instead, she marched straight toward Gene.

"Since you have so much free time," Eleanor hissed, shoving a sleek, insulated lunchbox into Gene's hands, "you will take this back to Manhattan. Alvie is at the corporate office working through lunch. You will deliver this to him."

Eleanor lifted her chin, playing the role of the commanding matriarch. "It's your duty as a wife to repair the damage you caused last night."

Gene stared down at the expensive lunchbox. The thought of seeing Alvie made her skin crawl. She opened her mouth to tell Eleanor to throw the box in the trash.

"I'm heading to the Wall Street headquarters," Donte's voice cut through the tension.

He set his empty espresso cup on the marble counter. He picked up a linen napkin and slowly wiped his hands, his eyes fixed on Eleanor.

"She can ride with me," Donte stated. It wasn't an offer.

Eleanor's jaw dropped. She had planned for Gene to take the public train back to the city as a punishment. The idea of Gene riding in Donte's personal vehicle was unthinkable.

"Donte, you don't have to-" Eleanor started to protest.

Donte simply stared at her until she closed her mouth. Eleanor forced a tight, bitter smile and nodded, shooting Gene a look of pure venom.

Ten minutes later, Gene walked out the front doors. A massive, armored black Maybach S680 idled by the fountain.

The driver opened the rear door. Gene took a deep breath and slid into the cavernous, leather-scented backseat.

Donte was already sitting on the opposite side. He held an iPad in one hand, scrolling through financial reports. His profile was carved from stone, completely unreadable.

The heavy door slammed shut. The thick acoustic glass sealed them inside, cutting off the sound of the wind and the gravel. The privacy partition between them and the driver was already raised.

The Maybach glided smoothly onto the highway. The silence inside the cabin was thick and heavy.

Gene shifted uncomfortably. She pressed herself against the door panel, trying to maintain a physical boundary. She didn't trust Donte. His protection felt too heavy, too calculated.

Donte's eyes flicked from his screen to the space between them. He noticed her pressing against the door. His jaw tightened slightly.

Suddenly, a massive delivery truck swerved violently into their lane.

The driver slammed on the brakes. The Maybach's tires screeched.

The massive deceleration threw Gene forward and sideways. She let out a sharp gasp as she lost her balance completely, tumbling across the wide leather seat.

Donte dropped his iPad. His arm shot out with terrifying speed.

He caught her mid-fall. His large hand wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her hard against his chest to stop her from hitting the partition.

Gene's cheek slammed into the solid wall of his chest. The impact knocked the breath out of her. Instantly, her senses were overwhelmed by the heat of his body and the intoxicating, sharp scent of cedarwood and male musk.

Through the thin fabric of her sweater, she could feel the heavy, steady thud of his heart. His palm burned hot against the curve of her waist.

The Maybach stabilized, resuming its smooth speed.

But Donte didn't let go.

His arm remained locked around her waist. In fact, his fingers flexed, pulling her a fraction of an inch closer.

Gene's heart skipped a beat. A sudden, terrifying heat flushed her cheeks. She pushed her hands flat against his chest, trying to pry herself away.

Donte slowly released his grip, letting her slide back to her side of the seat. His eyes were dark, tracking the faint blush spreading across her neck.

"Are you hurt?" his voice was a low, gravelly rasp.

"No," Gene said quickly. She smoothed down her sweater, her hands trembling slightly. She forced herself to look out the window. "Thank you."

Donte didn't look away from her. His gaze drifted down to the insulated lunchbox sitting on the floorboard. A cruel, mocking smirk touched his lips.

"Do you really think a home-cooked meal is going to fix a broken man?" Donte asked, his tone lazy but piercing.

Gene snapped her head to look at him. The embarrassment vanished, replaced by a cold, hard clarity.

"I don't think it will fix anything," Gene said flatly. "I'm just taking out the trash."

Donte's eyes flared with sudden, intense interest. He leaned toward her, invading her space, the sheer size of him making the massive backseat feel claustrophobic.

"If it's trash," Donte whispered, his voice dark and dangerous, "you should make sure it's destroyed completely. Do you need my help?"

Gene stared into his endless, predatory eyes. Before she could answer, the Maybach slowed to a halt. The door was pulled open by the driver. They were in the underground garage of the Gallagher corporate tower.

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Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned. Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman. 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.

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

7.6

Bound By Contract: The Possessive CEO's Bride

7.6

Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom. To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation. They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her. "Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces." Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm. She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night. Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage. She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her. Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. "Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!" To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen

9.1

For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes. On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television. When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her. Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles. His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste. Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet. "Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it." Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up. How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life? Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs. She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name. Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.

8.7

For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison. But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed. "Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back." That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins. When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them. He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets. Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage. Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died. I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned. But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows. I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate. Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile. The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Married To The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

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.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

Pregnant With The Ruthless CEO's Heir

8.2

My ex-boyfriend of three years, Axel, married a perfect wealthy heiress. I attended his wedding, not to mourn our relationship, but because he had spent the last three years bleeding me dry. He left me with absolutely nothing but a final notice from the hospital for my dying brother's life support. Instead of feeling guilty, Axel cornered me in the church hallway, crushing my wrist. "I'll set you up with an apartment. You won't have to work another day in your life." He thought he could buy my silence with spare change, while leaving my seventeen-year-old brother, Julian, to die when his treatments were cut off the very next day. When I refused to be his dirty little secret, Axel used his power to utterly destroy my acting career. He had my talent agency terminate my contract under a fake morals clause, publicly humiliated me on set, and blacklisted me across the entire industry. I was shoved out into the freezing rain, left with a torn dress and absolutely no way to pay the five hundred thousand dollar medical bill. He actually believed he could step on my brother's dying body to build his own fake empire. He thought I was just a weak, pathetic victim who would eventually crawl back to him on my knees. But he forgot about the one monster he was absolutely terrified of: his legitimate, ruthless billionaire half-brother, Jace Bauer. Looking at the three positive pregnancy tests hidden in my drawer, I stepped right in front of Jace's armored Maybach. "Marry me, and I'll give you the heir you need to secure your empire."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

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