
The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening
My husband, Kahlil, despised me, while his "sister" Cassandra lived in our home, playing the role of a fragile, wheelchair-bound victim.
To get rid of me, she orchestrated a trap, taking a misleading photo to frame me for having an affair.
When Kahlil saw the photo, he didn't even give me a chance to explain.
He believed Cassandra's fake tears instantly and violently shoved me away.
I crashed hard into a heavy glass table, the impact sending agonizing spasms through my stomach that dropped me to the floor in a cold sweat.
While I writhed in excruciating pain, he stood there shielding the very woman who was destroying my life.
"Stop playing the victim," he roared, looking at me with pure disgust. "You are my wife in name, and you will not make a fool of me!"
My heart completely shattered as I lay on the cold hardwood floor.
I had never been unfaithful, yet he treated me like property, blindly protecting a snake who wore sheer tops to seduce him at midnight.
Why was I enduring this suffocating farce of a marriage just to be trampled on?
But when Cassandra pushed her luck and hired a sleazy playboy to assault me in the dark garden, her perfect mask finally shattered.
As Kahlil rushed in to save me, a terrified Cassandra forgot her own lie and stood up from her wheelchair on two perfectly healthy legs.
Looking at their shocked faces, I realized it was finally time to crush the snake and walk away for good.
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Chapter 7
The sharp corner of the glass table felt like a knife buried in Bianca's side. The pain radiated through her abdomen, making her ears ring. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white, refusing to let her knees hit the floor again.
She lifted her head. Kahlil was staring at her, his hand still half-raised from where he had pushed her. A flicker of panic crossed his dark eyes as he saw her face turn the color of chalk.
But behind him, Cassandra peeked out. Her tears were still flowing, but her eyes held a glint of pure, malicious victory.
Bianca let out a laugh. It was a short, sharp sound that scraped against her throat.
"Madwoman..." Bianca whispered. She pushed herself fully upright. Her legs trembled, but she locked her knees. "You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe I am crazy to think I could ever make you see the truth."
She took a slow, agonizing step forward. Kahlil tensed, but Bianca walked right past him. She stopped directly in front of Cassandra's wheelchair. She leaned down, her face inches from Cassandra's.
Cassandra shrank back, her hands gripping the armrests.
"You're good at this, aren't you?" Bianca's voice was a deadly, quiet hiss. "The tears. The trembling. But I know what you really are, Cassandra. A snake in the grass. And snakes... always get crushed eventually."
Cassandra's breath hitched. Genuine fear flashed in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed Kahlil's sleeve. "Kahlil... she threatened me... She said she'd crush me..."
Kahlil's jaw tightened. He reached out and grabbed Bianca's upper arm, pulling her away from the wheelchair. "Apologize to her. Now."
Bianca ripped her arm out of his grip. The sudden movement sent a fresh wave of nausea through her, but the adrenaline kept her standing. She looked at Kahlil, her eyes completely dead.
"Apologize?" Bianca sneered. "For what? For telling the truth? Or for not being the perfect little victim you want me to be?"
She took a step back, putting distance between herself and the two of them.
"You want an apology? Fine." Bianca's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I'm sorry, Cassandra. I'm sorry you have to resort to such pathetic schemes because you're too weak to fight for anything honestly. I'm sorry you're so insecure that you need to cling to a man who doesn't even want you as a woman."
Cassandra gasped. The color drained from her face, leaving her looking sickly. Bianca's words had hit the exact, bleeding center of her insecurities. She began to shake violently.
Kahlil's face turned thunderous. He stepped toward Bianca. "How dare you! You... you vicious..."
"Vicious? Me?" Bianca cut him off, her voice ringing loud and clear in the silent room. "Look at her, Kahlil. Look at how she's acting. That's not grief or fear. That's performance. And you are her audience."
Bianca pointed a finger straight at Cassandra's chest. "Look at her clothes! That sheer top, the low neckline. Is that what a grieving, scared 'sister' wears at midnight? Or is it bait?"
Cassandra was wearing a thin, cream-colored knit top. The fabric clung to her, the neckline dipping low enough to show the curve of her breasts. At Bianca's words, Cassandra let out a panicked squeak and quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
Kahlil's eyes automatically dropped to Cassandra's clothes. He blinked. A sudden, uncomfortable realization hit him. He quickly looked away, but the seed of doubt had been planted deep in his mind.
Bianca didn't miss his reaction. Her voice dropped to a cold, business-like tone.
"I'm setting a boundary, Kahlil. Cassandra stays out of my way. And you stay out of my business. If you want a divorce so badly, then give me one. Walk away with nothing, or cooperate with the heir plan. Your choice."
She turned her back on them. She walked toward the stairs. Every step sent a shockwave of pain through her stomach, but she kept her spine perfectly straight. She didn't look back once.
The living room fell into a suffocating silence. Cassandra sat frozen in her wheelchair, her chest heaving, terrified that her mask had slipped too far.
Kahlil stood rooted to the spot. Bianca's words echoed in his skull. Walk away with nothing... cooperate with the heir plan.
He looked at the empty staircase. Then, he slowly turned his head to look at Cassandra. He noticed the sheer fabric. He noticed the lack of real tears on her cheeks. His stomach tightened with a sudden, ugly feeling.
He reached up and yanked his tie loose. "Go back to your room. Now." His voice was flat, devoid of the protective warmth he had shown minutes ago.
Cassandra's eyes widened in horror. "Kahlil... you believe her? You think I'm..."
Kahlil didn't look at her. He stared at the floor. "Go to your room, Cassandra. And stay there until I say otherwise."
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7.6
Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her.
The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate.
Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless.
When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed.
He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her.
To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature.
"If you fail, you will never see Bria again."
He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point.
Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair.
How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing?
Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.

7.9
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."

7.5
Plot.
Synopsis.
Liora could never belong. The daughter of an extramarital affair, she had lived in the shadows, cut off from the rest of the family, and learned to fend for herself while surviving. Stripping gave her life now, but everything changed one wild night.
Two days before his wedding, Darius entered her club, craving for the last taste of bachelorhood, he pays Liora for a special dance which led to a one-night stand. Neither of them expected to see each other again or that Liora's long lost sister, Selene, was the bride waiting at the altar.
The one-night stand becomes a dangerous truth that must be hidden. Lies never remain hidden, however, and when Liora learns she is pregnant with Darius's child, silence may be not be an option for her.
Exposition.
Liora, a daughter born as a result of her father's infidelity with a maid, which resulted in the divorce that separates her from her big sister. Due to the family's financial difficulties faced while growing up and the consequent death of her father, Liora eventually becomes a stripper to put food on her table. Unknown to her at the time, she carried the hidden omega bloodline from her father's alpha lineage, suppressed by years away from the pack.
Inciting incident.
One night, she is hired by a man who is getting married in just two days and wants to enjoy his last moments of bachelorhood. She ends up having a one-night stand with him. The moment they touched, an undeniable mate spark ignited between them-raw, electric, and impossible to ignore-but neither understood its full power yet.
When Liora returns home that same night, she encounters an old man who introduces himself as the butler of the Blackwood family, tells her she has been invited to the wedding of her sister. This comes as a shock-Liora grew up knowing she had a sister, but Harlan never allowed them to meet. He carried that secret to his grave, and after his death, Liora stopped thinking about it. Despite her hesitation and doubts as to if they got the wrong person, she agrees to attend.
Rising action.
She arrives the night before the wedding , finds out she has been a daughter of the well known Blackwood family all along and learns the truth: it was her stepmother, not Harlan, who had always been against their meeting. The stepmother is currently serving time in jail for a minor business-related crime and her elder sister, Selene had her research done to find her because she wanted to reconcile with her younger sister and what better opportunity than a wedding. Liora also discovers that Selene is a sweetheart who had longed to meet her, but had been forced to stay away because of Ravenna's influence.
But then, another huge blow hits-Liora finds out that the man she was with last night, the one she slept with, is the man Selene is set to marry, Darius. She holds this secret to herself, haunted by the mate pull that now torments her every thought.
The marriage happens, and it all goes well. After that, Selene gives Liora a new path, far from her old job. She brings her into her home and starts to look after her. But soon, Liora finds out she is going to have a baby. With fear and shame, she hides this news.
Climax.
When Ravenna is released from prison, she is furious to find Liora living with her family. She makes it clear that she does not accept her, resenting her existence as a reminder of Harlan's infidelity. A few days later, Selene announces that she is pregnant too. Ravenna immediately becomes protective of her "real" daughter, which only deepens Liora's insecurities. She considers leaving before her secret is exposed.
But fate intervenes. An accident happens, and they find out Liora was pregnant. Since she was once a stripper, no one talks about the dad. But Darius, who knows they share risky secret, sets up a secret meeting for them to talk. He wants to know if he is the dad, and Liora says yes-but she will keep it quiet and plans to leave soon. In their tense exchange, the mate bond flares again, confirming what they both sensed that first night.
Ravenna,who happens to be at the wrong side at the right time ,overheard part of their talk. With doubts in her mind, she quietly does a DNA test between Darius and Liora's unborn baby.
The results confirm he is the father. Seeing her chance to drive a wedge between the sisters, she keeps the secret until the gender reveal party for both daughters. There, in front of everyone, she exposes the truth. The revelation makes headlines.
Selene feels utterly betrayed-by both her husband and her sister. She leaves Darius's house with Ravenna and sends divorce papers days later. Liora feels destroyed, her betrayal now public, and her pain is doubled when she learns Selene has lost her baby and is battling ovarian cancer, which requires an urgent bone marrow transplant.
Through her best friend, Dr. Thorne, Liora learns this. She gets tested and finds out she is a match , but her unborn baby stops her. Darius knows she got test

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."

7.0
I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance.
But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table.
"I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester."
He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia.
In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power?
Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers.
"Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand.
This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell.

8.0
Lena never expected peace to find her.
After years of surviving one hardship after another, she has learned to trust no one but herself. Quiet routines and emotional distance have become her safest form of protection. Then one night, a chance encounter with a powerful and mysterious man changes everything.
Julian is an Alpha feared by many and truly known by very few. Calm, controlled, and fiercely protective of his pack, he has spent years keeping his world stable through discipline and restraint. He has rules for a reason-and one of them is never allowing anyone close enough to become a weakness.
Especially not a human woman.
But from the moment Julian notices Lena standing alone beneath the glow of a city café, something shifts between them. Not instant love. Not fate wrapped in fantasy. Just a quiet pull neither of them can explain or ignore.
As their paths continue to cross, Lena slowly discovers the hidden world Julian comes from-a world of werewolves, pack politics, loyalty, danger, and old wounds that never fully healed. Yet beneath the strength and power surrounding him, she also finds something unexpected:
A family.
Julian's pack is not built on fear alone. It is made of people who have chosen one another through loss, sacrifice, and survival. Rath, loyal and dependable. Kael, sharp-tongued but fiercely protective. Mara, calm and insightful. And eventually, children whose laughter transforms guarded walls into a home.
For the first time in years, Lena begins to feel safe.
And for the first time in even longer, Julian begins wanting more than survival.
But peace never comes easily.
Old enemies still watch from the shadows, waiting for weakness. Rival Alphas resent Julian's growing influence, and when Lena becomes the center of Julian's world, she also becomes a target.
What begins as quiet healing soon turns into a fight to protect the life they are building together.
Through betrayal, danger, heartbreak, and recovery, Julian and Lena discover that love is not found only in dramatic moments or destiny-it is built slowly in everyday choices.
In shared mornings.
In exhausted laughter.
In children climbing into bed after nightmares.
In the people who stay when life becomes difficult.
As the pack slowly transforms from a place of survival into a true community, Lena and Julian realize they are creating something stronger than fear:
A chosen family.
The Alpha and His Chosen Family is a slow-burn werewolf romance filled with healing, found family, emotional intimacy, pack dynamics, and the quiet strength that comes after surviving chaos.
Because sometimes the greatest love story is not about finding each other-
It is about learning how to live, trust, and breathe again together.