Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge

To save my family from ruin, I remarried my billionaire ex-husband, Jaxon Lowe. He held my late mother' s locket hostage, forcing me back into a gilded cage where I endured his cold contempt and his very public affair. I played the part of the silent, obedient wife he demanded, building a wall of ice around my heart just to survive. But my obedience didn't protect me. He abandoned me in a torrential downpour to rescue his mistress, Ivory. Then, he broke his one promise. He let Ivory have my mother's locket pulled from auction, the very reason for my sacrifice, simply because she found it "unlucky." That final betrayal led me straight into the hands of his business rival, where I was tortured and left for dead. But I survived. Four months later, Jaxon found me. He stood before me, tears streaming down his face, holding the now-repaired locket and begging for forgiveness. I took back what was mine. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice calm and final. "And I never want to see you again."

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Chapter 3

Ava POV:

Jaxon's anger simmered, a volcano ready to erupt. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. I braced myself for the verbal assault I knew was coming. Just as his lips parted, a flash of movement outside the window caught his eye.

A figure stumbled through the downpour, drenched and shivering. It was a young woman, slender and pale, her blonde hair plastered to her face. Jaxon's fury instantly dissolved, replaced by a look of sheer panic.

"Ivory!" he gasped, his voice choked with alarm.

He turned to me, his face a mask of rage.

"Get out," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Now."

I didn't argue. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out into the torrential rain. The heavy drops instantly soaked through my thin dress, chilling me to the bone. Each impact was a small, stinging pain.

Jaxon followed, but he didn't spare me a glance. He opened an umbrella and hurried towards the shivering figure. He shielded her from the rain, his arm going around her shoulders. He pulled her towards the car, his movements possessive, protective.

"Come on, Ivory, you'll catch a cold," he said, his voice soft, almost tender. He led her to the passenger side, opening the door for her.

I heard her name again, a confirmation. Ivory. The Columbia student. The woman whose hair I found in his car. The woman he protected, while I stood abandoned in the rain.

Behind me, a young couple huddled under a small umbrella, laughing softly.

"Does it hurt?" the girl asked, her voice light. "That little tattoo on your wrist?"

"Only a little," the boy replied, his voice laced with affection. "But I did it for you. It's nothing."

My lower back began to throb, a dull ache spreading from my tattoo. It was a small, delicate hummingbird, a symbol of freedom and joy. Jaxon and I got matching ones when we were young, foolish, and deeply in love. He kept his covered, but I always felt mine, a constant reminder of a love that had died. Our romantic gesture, a secret shared between us, now felt like a brand of betrayal. It had lasted only three years into our first marriage.

I remembered the day I found out about the first one. It wasn't Ivory then, but his new assistant, a recent graduate with bright eyes and an eagerness to please. I walked into his office, a surprise visit with lunch, and found them. My world had shattered at that moment. The betrayal had been a physical blow.

Now, Jaxon led Ivory to the warmth of the car, his body shielding hers. He closed the door, shutting me out. He drove away, leaving me alone on the side of the road, the rain a cold, indifferent curtain falling around me.

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Jacqueline Blackburn, a desperate Ivy League tutor, walked into the sleazy Veridian VIP club just to save her job. But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash. When she furiously turned to leave, a drunk former client attacked her in the hallway, tearing her white dress open and pinning her by the throat. She fought back, stabbing the man's hand with a pen, only for Christian to emerge from the shadows and brutally crush the attacker's bleeding hand under his heel. Instead of letting her go, Christian draped his heavy suit jacket over her exposed skin, trapped her in his dark suite, and forced her to sign a suffocating contract. "You have exactly ninety days, or I will personally ensure you cease to exist in my city." She thought she could just keep her head down, teach his nephew, and survive. But she didn't understand why this terrifying underground tyrant was suddenly so fixated on her. Why did he use his immense power to isolate her, publicly claim her at a billionaire gala, and track her every move? When she received a chilling midnight text demanding she pack her bags and move into his sprawling estate by 8:00 AM, the terrifying reality set in. She hadn't escaped the wolf. She had just walked directly into his cage.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.9

Caught by the Alphas: The Hidden Beauty of Alpha Academy

7.9

After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is. But staying hidden isn't easy– Not when the Alphas start noticing her. Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first. And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.

Action Werewolf Young Adult

8.3

His Dead Lover In A New Body

8.3

Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis. That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die. Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker. After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners. And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark. A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street. She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared. Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.

Action Modern Romance

8.9

My Baby, My Strength, Our Future

8.9

The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below. I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty. Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first. I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated. Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child? I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.

Action Modern Romance

8.8

My Stepbrother's Lust

8.8

"Fuck...please..." He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan. His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties. "Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet." He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face. He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms. ********* The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke. I cried. I screamed. I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him. Cassian Cross. A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name. One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak. Until he showed up at my mom's wedding... As my new stepbrother. Now, Cassian won't stop. He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body. But there's one thing he didn't tell me- He already belongs to someone else. A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both. He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's promised to another. And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.

Action Modern Romance

8.9

Pregnant With The Ruthless Billionaire's Secret

8.9

Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed. Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away. But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree. She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom. Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move. Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago. Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.

Action Billionaire Mystery

Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge

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