Too Late! The Woman He Forgot Is Now The Billionaire's Wife

For six months, Kaitlin searched for the man she loved, who had disappeared without a trace at sea, only to find him alive-but with no memory of her. At his side stood another woman he cherished, while Kaitlin became nothing but a target of scorn and ridicule from everyone around them. Without seeking the truth, he cast her aside and forced her into humiliation. Realizing the man she loved was gone, she turned away and rebuilt her life beside a powerful man who kept her close but distant. But as time passed, the space between them began to close, and something unspoken-something electric-flickered to life. Just as she began to move on, her ex regained his memory and begged for another chance. Andrew pulled her into his arms. "My wife loves me. Don't bother her again."

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Cutting Kaitlin off before any word of the collaboration could even cross her lips, Andrew declared firmly, "The deal still stands. We're getting married immediately. Expect me there in thirty minutes."

Hanging up with a practiced flick of his wrist, he turned to meet Doris' wide-eyed, speechless gaze and explained, "Grandma, that setup of yours never showed. Luckily, I found a replacement-a manager over at Pioneer Group. She's sharp, stunning, and honestly, she's exactly the kind of woman you've always wanted for me."

Scrolling through his phone, he retrieved a photo of Kaitlin and held the screen out for her inspection.

Despite the flat lighting of a basic ID picture, Kaitlin's elegance was undeniable, her features aligning in a rare, poised harmony that caught the eye immediately.

"Perfect! I'm coming to the hospital with you," Doris announced, her face lighting up with a radiant, disbelieving joy that demanded physical proof.

Gently guiding her back down into her chair, Andrew urged, "Slow down. She's quite shy. Let's get the paperwork squared away first, and then I'll bring her over. We can dive into the wedding plans after that."

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"Keep in mind that once your signature is on that paper, there's no undoing it," Andrew remarked, his voice as cold and transactional as a board meeting. "Are you absolutely certain about this?"

Nodding with a look of deep sincerity, Kaitlin took a moment to truly look at him, suddenly struck by the sharp, captivating pull of his features.

"My mind is made up, and the contract is already signed-I'll get it to you soon. I do have one request for the wedding, though. I want it on the fifteenth of next month, and I want it to be a massive affair that the whole of Zluasey talks about. Is that asking for too much?" She felt unsure. In the end, this was only a marriage of convenience, so she had no reason to expect an elaborate wedding.

To her complete astonishment, Andrew didn't even blink before answering, "Consider it done. Let's go get your gown and jewelry custom-ordered right now."

Entering the largest bridal boutique in Zluasey, Kaitlin immediately spotted Hugh sitting in the lounge area as soon as she opened the door.

Clad in a perfect suit, he was busy flipping through a magazine until the sound of the door caused him to glance up.

Kaitlin hadn't expected to run into him, and her emotions wavered for a few seconds before she quickly composed herself. Andrew was still in his car on a business call, leaving her to begin browsing styles on her own.

Looking at her with icy eyes, Hugh spoke with pure arrogance. "Kaitlin, have you no shame? Why are you following me here?"

Admittedly, his cruel words still caused a small, familiar ache deep in her chest.

Clenching her fists, she stood her ground. "You have a lot of nerve. Why would you assume I am following you?"

"What other reason would there be? You plotted against Rosalie just to force me to remember a past that I find disgusting."

He viewed their shared history as something revolting and completely beneath him.

Kaitlin fired back with her own contemptuous tone. "You are right about one thing. It is disgusting, but I am referring to you."

Hugh's expression darkened at once. He rose to his feet and closed the distance between them, step by step. "Don't push your luck, Kaitlin. I don't have the patience for you. If Rosalie sees you and gets upset, you won't like what comes next."

Laughing coldly, she brushed off his threat. "I am not obligated to follow your rules. I am here to pick out my own wedding dress."

He let out a derisive laugh, tightening his grip on her wrist. "A wedding dress? You're still holding on to the fantasy of becoming my wife? The only woman I will ever marry is Rosalie-the one who stood by me through everything, not a vicious, scheming woman like you."

"Hugh, who are you talking to?" A soft, sweet voice rang out as Rosalie's delicate face came into view.

Upon seeing Kaitlin, Rosalie's smile vanished as she stared at Hugh's hand gripping Kaitlin's wrist with a look of pure sorrow.

Disdainfully, Hugh shoved Kaitlin's hand away and hurried over to put a protective arm around Rosalie's shoulder while whispering to her.

Rubbing her sore wrist, she watched him care for the other woman and realized she felt no emotion at all.

Examining the gown Rosalie was wearing, Kaitlin frowned. "Miss Douglas, aren't you getting a custom dress? Or do you just enjoy taking things that others have already thrown away?"

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"Sign it. You're no woman if you can't give me an heir." Niamh gave Marcus two years of her life, her unwavering loyalty, and her silent love. In return, the billionaire CEO served her divorce papers and a one-way ticket to the gutter. Cast out into a rainy night with nothing but the clothes on her back and twelve dollars, Niamh’s story should have ended there. Instead, she stumbled on a stranger in the rain. In an attempt to save him, he kisses her senseless. He is the last Lycan King standing, and a man of terrifying power, yet he is haunted by a seven-century curse. When the king has a taste of Niamh in the pouring rain, he knew he had to keep her for himself, even though she was human and it was against the laws of their kind not to mingle with humans. The King needs her essence and Niamh realizes she could use her body to get what she wanted; revenge on Marcus and his mother for humiliating her and making her waste her time. Now, the woman Marcus discarded is rising as a global conglomerate queen and a Divine Enchantress as assigned by the Moon Goddess. While her ex-husband’s empire crumbles into bankruptcy and his body rots with a shameful curse, Niamh is learning that being "claimed" by the King is much more than the contract she'd initially made with him. He wanted to use her as his cure. She wanted to use him for her revenge. But in the Lumina Realm, the Goddess has other plans.

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

9.0

His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress

9.0

Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over. Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned. Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract. Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth. In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?

Action Billionaire Modern

9.6

Married To The Undercover Billionaire Boss

9.6

To escape my sister-in-law selling me off to a local thug, I married a complete stranger I met at City Hall. My new husband, Drake, claimed to be a broke Uber driver who could barely make rent. He even made me sign a brutal ten-page prenup just to ensure I wouldn't take his rusted, beat-up Ford sedan if we ever divorced. I thought I was just sharing a decaying Brooklyn apartment with a struggling man at the bottom of the ladder. But things quickly stopped making sense. When that local thug cornered me at a restaurant, my "weak" husband didn't cower. Instead, he dismantled three massive mobsters in ten seconds with the terrifying, fluid speed of an apex predator. "I used to be a human punching bag in an underground boxing gym to pay off debts." I believed his excuse, until his supposedly homeless grandfather showed up at our door in a moth-eaten sweater, begging to sleep on our lumpy sofa. Before going to sleep, the old man casually pressed a heavy, intricately engraved pocket watch into my hand as a wedding gift. He claimed it was a cheap flea market find that didn't even keep time. But the sheer weight of the solid rose gold and the flawless mechanical gears inside screamed otherwise. Why did a destitute driver have the aura of a man who controlled empires? And what kind of homeless old man casually hands over a priceless, museum-grade antique? I had no idea the "broke driver" sleeping on my floor was actually a ruthless billionaire CEO, and I had just walked straight into his trap.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Reborn As The Vengeful Billionaire Heiress

7.9

For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely. But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company. He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data. "You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt. Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone. She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television. Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out. Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection. As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache. Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed? When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone. She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore. She had woken up in the body of Altagracia Blanchard, the most notorious, obscenely wealthy heiress in New York. Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

9.0

Substitute Bride For The Fake Cripple

9.0

Grace's engagement to Dillan Hayes was nothing but a cold business transaction to secure funding for her family's company. But when Dillan violently shoved her into a marble bar over his ex-girlfriend, leaving her bleeding, Grace didn't hesitate. She called 911, had her fiancé arrested on the spot, and broke off the engagement. Returning to the Albert estate, she expected chaos, but not absolute betrayal. Her family didn't care that she had just been physically assaulted. They were in a sheer panic because her cousin Ashly had just fled the country, abandoning a terrifying arranged marriage. The groom was Hudson Turner, a man known across Manhattan as a disgraced, violent psychopath, paralyzed from the waist down in a severe crash. To save themselves from the Turner family's wrath and financial ruin, Grace's aunt and father ordered her to take Ashly's place. "You eat from this family, you live in this house! It is time you paid us back!" Her father even threatened to freeze her bank accounts and faked a heart attack to force her compliance. For three years, Grace had single-handedly kept the family business afloat while they squandered the profits. Now, they were throwing her to a monster without a second thought, expecting her to rot as a crippled man's miserable nursemaid. But they picked the wrong sacrifice. Grace ruthlessly extorted a legal severance from her family, taking her shares and cutting all ties forever. She walked straight into Hudson Turner's private gallery to propose a mutually beneficial, cutthroat business marriage. However, when the prenuptial was signed, the "paralyzed" billionaire placed his hands on his wheelchair. Slowly, deliberately, Hudson stood up to his full, imposing height of six-foot-three. "The wheelchair is a necessary illusion for my enemies," Hudson stated calmly. "But it will never be an illusion between you and me."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

The Jilted Ex-Wife's Lethal Comeback

9.6

I endured years of humiliation and forced sedatives from my billionaire husband's family, hoping my quiet obedience would eventually win his heart. When I finally discovered I was pregnant, I thought the child would be our anchor. But when I rushed to his office to tell him, I found his untouchable first love sitting in his chair, rubbing her own swollen belly. She smiled and whispered that she was the one who orchestrated the car crash that left my adoptive mother in a vegetative state. When I lunged at her in a blind rage, my husband shielded her and shoved me backward with brutal force. My spine slammed against a marble table, and blood pooled at my feet. "Kingston, please! I'm pregnant too!" I sobbed, clutching my stomach. He just looked down at me with profound disgust. "I had a vasectomy five years ago," he hissed, condemning me as a cheating whore before ordering his men to lock me up and forcibly abort the child. I had never touched another man. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could order the murder of his own flesh and blood without a second thought. To save myself, I stole his prized Aston Martin and drove it off a bridge into the freezing Atlantic, letting his pathetic, obedient wife drown in the wreckage. Five years later, I returned to New York as a powerful European executive, ready to burn his empire to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Too Late! The Woman He Forgot Is Now The Billionaire's Wife

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