
Unwanted Wife, Hidden Genius: Her Rise As A Tech Queen
Everyone in high society knew Jillian was a doormat-silent, obedient, endlessly tolerant, even as her husband favored another woman.
Her home was taken, her wedding ruined, and still she said nothing.
Until the day her hard-earned patent was stolen. That was when she finally had enough. "I will take back what's mine. And we should get a divorce."
He only laughed, certain she wouldn't dare. But she did. She reclaimed everything and disappeared.
Years later, she returned as a world-renowned tech queen.
When he begged, "Come back to me..." She held another man's hand. "Step aside. My husband and I are going home."
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Chapter 1
"The recipient of this year's Young Researcher Award is Melany Cooper, recognized for Quantum Glue! Congratulations!"
Without warning, the spotlight shifted across the stage, and Jillian Bailey's smile stiffened in place.
Quantum Glue had always been her proudest achievement. How did it end up credited to Melany?
As her hands began to shake, she quickly grabbed her phone and signed into the patent registry. When the page finally appeared, she could not move. The registration clearly listed Melany as the rightful owner of her work.
Growing up, Melany had been Dennis's first love, and that history never seemed to fade. Earlier that day, Dennis urged Jillian to withdraw and let Melany take the award instead. She stood her ground and argued with him until he stopped insisting. At that point, she assumed the issue had finally been put to rest.
In her mind, he had already let it go. She never imagined he would go as far as claiming her patent and giving it to the woman he cherished from the past.
A piercing ring echoed in Jillian's ears, and the sharp sound made her head ache.
On stage, her husband, Dennis Miller, stepped forward and placed the trophy into Melany's hands.
Why would he do this? That recognition was the last thing she could still call her own. Why did they have to take even this away from her?
A surge of nausea rose in her throat, yet she forced herself upright and said above the applause, "Hold on, that belongs to—"
Her protest never reached the crowd because two bodyguards suddenly appeared at her sides. One locked her arms in place, and the other pressed a firm hand over her mouth.
One of them muttered, "We're sorry, ma'am. Mr. Miller gave strict instructions. You're not allowed to disrupt the event."
Without ceremony, they hauled Jillian out of the auditorium. A deep ache spread through her chest, and it felt as though something inside her had been painfully torn away.
What Dennis had done became undeniable in that moment. He sided with Melany, helped her claim the work, and then silenced Jillian to keep everything hidden.
Meanwhile, Melany remained on stage, basking in cheers that did not belong to her, while Jillian was discarded as if she meant nothing. In the end, she was left with nothing at all.
**
After some time had passed, the faint noise of the ceremony ending carried into the parking lot. Inside a black car, Jillian sat in the back seat while bodyguards stood on either side, and the sound of her pulse filled her ears.
Without warning, the car door opened, and Dennis climbed in beside her. With a sharp motion, he pulled off his tie, his irritation plain to see.
Fixing her gaze on him, Jillian could no longer hold back the storm she had kept buried for years, and her restraint finally gave way.
"My patent," she said, her tone cutting through the silence. "Tell me why it ended up under Melany's name."
Instead of answering her properly, Dennis kept his eyes away from her and spoke without concern. "She asked for it, so I handed it over."
Anger surged through her chest, and she struggled to keep it contained. "That belongs to me. What gives you the authority to take it and pass it to someone else?"
With a slight frown, Dennis reacted as if she were being unreasonable. "I already warned you ahead of time. You have given in before, so why are you suddenly acting like this is a big issue?"
A heavy truth settled over Jillian, and it made her feel sick to her core. All the things she had given up just to hold their marriage together had never been valued at all.
In a trembling voice, she spoke again, and each word carried the weight of everything she had endured. "Right... because Melany liked our house, I was the one who had to leave. Since she said my wedding dress would upset her, I never even had a wedding. When she wanted my role as Head of Research, I stepped aside for her..."
Her voice faltered, and a broken sob stopped her from continuing.
A flood of memories rushed into her thoughts, each one sharper than the last.
At nineteen, mute as she was, she fell for Dennis at first sight.
By the time she turned twenty-two, fate brought her to Cletolia, where she found him wounded and unable to see. She was the one who pulled him back from the edge of death.
Not long after that, danger followed them, and when his enemies caught up, she took the punishment meant for him and ended up with a shattered right leg. In that fragile moment, he vowed that he would make her his wife.
Everything changed seven months later, when a crisis forced her to return to her home country, and all contact between them was lost.
Years passed, and at twenty-four, her voice finally returned. Around that same time, Dennis's grandfather, Ricky Miller, sought her out and proposed a marriage arrangement. Excitement filled her heart, and she believed Dennis had searched for her at last.
However, the truth waiting at the Miller estate was far from what she imagined. Dennis looked at her like a stranger, and the woman he planned to marry was Melany Cooper.
Despite the pain, Jillian refused to walk away and chose to marry him anyway.
In the end, that decision only trapped her in a hollow marriage where she was the one who kept giving things up.
A heavy knot formed in her throat, and Jillian forced herself to speak through it.
"After everything I sacrificed, it still isn't enough, is it? There is nothing else left for me to lose. I gave three years of my life to Quantum Glue, and I failed more than a hundred times before I finally made it work. That project is the only proof that these past three years meant anything. And now you took even that away from me?"
With tearful yet unyielding eyes, she continued to face him without backing down.
A sharp scoff left Dennis as he responded without warmth, "Why are you pretending like you are the one being wronged? You knew exactly what you were doing when you pushed your way into this marriage. Melany was always the one I was meant to marry."
From Dennis's perspective, the past told a completely different story. At twenty-five, when he nearly lost his life in Cletolia, it was a voiceless girl who saved him and ended up crippled because of it.
When his vision returned, Melany was the first person he saw. She had lost her voice in a fire while studying in Cletolia, and her leg was damaged. Every detail matched what he remembered. And every investigation confirmed it: Melany was the mute girl who had saved him.
For two years, he stayed by her side and helped her recover. Eventually, her voice came back, though her leg never fully healed.
Right when he was ready to honor his promise and marry her, Jillian entered the picture by persuading his grandfather and forcing the marriage upon him.
As his face turned cold and unyielding, Dennis spoke again. "Answer me this, Jillian. Is there anything you have that doesn't actually belong to Melany?"
Each word cut into Jillian like a dull blade, dragging pain across her chest.
With a fragile voice, she chose not to dwell on everything that had already happened. "I'm not trying to fight about the past anymore. I only want my patent returned to me."
"That's not going to happen." Dennis refused without hesitation.
A heavy stillness settled inside the car, and it pressed in on them from all sides.
Out of nowhere, a dry and bitter laugh slipped from Jillian. "You really placed her above everyone else, did you not? What if I decide to reveal everything and watch her reputation fall apart?"
"She's the one who received the award. The industry acknowledges her, not you. To them, you might as well not exist. Who would believe anything you say?" Dennis answered without concern, with a faint trace of mockery in his eyes.
Like a sudden strike, his words landed hard on Jillian. He was willing to go to any length just to protect Melany. In comparison, what did that make her?
A faint, bitter smile appeared on her lips as she spoke. "Living as your wife feels like being trapped in a cage. I am done with it."
The shift in Dennis's expression was immediate, and his gaze turned cold and dangerous.
Moving closer, he leaned into her space until she had nowhere to retreat. "Do you think marriage is something you can play with? You pushed your way in when it suited you, and now you think you can walk out just because you feel like it?"
A steady voice came from Jillian as she faced him without hesitation. "Is this not what you have been aiming for all along? Once we end this marriage, you are free to be with her. I am simply making things easier for both of you."
Unimpressed, Dennis let out a cold scoff. "Stop pretending you're doing something selfless. You were the one who forced this marriage, and you don't get to decide when it is over."
"That part is true. I was the one who insisted on it. Now I am choosing to fix what I should not have started," Jillian said with calm acceptance.
Without waiting for a response, she pushed the car door open and stepped outside. Holding onto the edge of the door, she glanced back at him, and any trace of warmth she once had was gone. "Dennis, we're getting a divorce."
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9.2
The camera flashes felt like a firing squad, dragging me back to the night I lost my baby five years ago. My husband, Faron, sat in the front row, his hand on his mistress Kassie’s thigh, utterly ignoring my public humiliation. This was the thirtieth time he’d made me a joke, and it would be the last.
For three years, I played the dutiful Blackwell wife, shielding Faron from his endless affairs.
At a press conference, a reporter’s question about his yacht booking with Kassie shattered my facade. Faron, smiling at his mistress, completely ignored me. The last filter I viewed him through instantly shattered.
Later, Kassie deliberately spilled champagne on me at a gala. Faron, instead of helping, tenderly wiped it from her.
She hissed, "Faron said you just lay there. Fucking you is like fucking a dead fish."
This venomous taunt, after thirty public betrayals, snapped my sanity.
Chained by my mother-in-law's threats, my pain was expected. My silence demanded. But I was finally done.
With a cold, empty void, I slammed the folder shut. I dropped the family crest.
"Have a wonderful evening, Faron," I said, turning and walking out. I left him and his suffocating charade behind.

7.4
Our Affairs
7.4
For three long years, my husband Richard has refused to touch me. All because of one tragic accident that stole our three-month-old baby... an accident that wasn't even my fault.
I tried everything to win him back. I begged, I cried, I seduced. Nothing worked.
Desperate and burning with unmet desire, I found myself drawn to my new boss, Teddy. With one smoldering look, he awakens the fire I thought had died inside me. I crave him. I need him. But I'm still married... and I still love Richard with all my heart.
Then came the business trip that shattered everything.
In a single night, I discovered Richard's secret-he's been cheating on me all along.
Rage and years of pent-up hunger collided. That night, I finally unleashed.
But after the trip what becomes of me, my husband and my boss, even his lover.

8.1
Pretty Devil
8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

8.1
Chantal Lewis's family legacy was twenty-four hours away from a fifty-million-dollar foreclosure.
Desperate to save her parents, she sold her soul, offering herself as a paper wife to Dell Valdez, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire needing a quick PR fix.
But Dell didn't just buy her; he trapped her in a living nightmare.
He forced her into a brutal three-year repayment plan she could never afford, treated her like a disposable prop, and deliberately leaked a scandalous paparazzi photo to destroy her hard-earned professional credibility.
Worst of all, the first time his calloused hand touched hers, a violent, terrifying flashback assaulted her brain.
The scorching heat of his palms and the distinct, dark scent of his cedarwood cologne perfectly matched the repressed memory of a pitch-black room where she was pinned to a mattress against her will.
Chantal didn't understand why her cold-blooded fake husband felt exactly like the monster from her unspoken trauma.
She understood even less why, after months of ignoring her, he was suddenly acting violently jealous and possessive when she merely smiled at another man!
Why did his scent match her attacker, and what was he truly planning?
Furious, she called him to threaten a divorce, only for his voice to drop into a lethal whisper.
"Try it. See what happens."
Before she could process his deadly threat, her office phone rang.
"Ms. Lewis," her receptionist trembled. "Your brother is in the lobby. He owes money to some very bad people, and they are coming here right now."

9.2
My wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. I was in my custom Vera Wang gown, about to marry Jameson Alvarez and merge our two powerful families.
But when his high school sweetheart staged a minor accident, he didn't just leave me at the altar.
In front of hundreds of guests, he ripped my wedding dress right off my body, leaving me exposed in my lingerie.
He used the shredded silk to cover her shoulders, shielding her from the crowd while I stood there, stripped bare for all to see.
Later, he sent a text asking me to "be a good sport" and reschedule. He thought the woman who loved him would simply forgive this ultimate humiliation.
But the Alannah who loved him died at that altar. My mind, cold and clear, recalled Section 7.2 of our pre-merger agreement.
I picked up my phone and made a call to my legal team.
"It's a breach," I said. "Activate the billion-dollar clause. Freeze everything."

9.1
Aries Mathis stared at the glowing projector screen, his blood running completely cold.
For two years, he thought his mentor and former captain, Elias Beck, had simply left for a massive signing bonus in Europe.
But the financial report in front of him revealed a much sicker truth.
Elias had secretly sold Aries' contract to the highest bidder, packaging his own prodigy up like a commodity to line his pockets before abandoning him.
Now, Elias was back in North America, building a new esports empire from scratch.
The betrayal crushed Aries, turning his devastation into a blinding, toxic rage. He spiraled into a self-destructive frenzy, publicly executing Elias's new players in official matches, terrorizing them until their hands physically shook.
He hated Elias with every fiber of his being, yet the gaping hole in his chest screamed with agonizing confusion.
Why did the man who once saved him from the streets throw him away like a stray dog?
Driven to the edge, Aries cornered Elias at a VIP club, lining up ten shot glasses on a table.
"One is pure, high-proof whiskey. The rest are iced tea."
Aries sneered, knowing Elias had a severe stomach ulcer that could put him in the hospital.
"Pick the whiskey, and I sign with your new team for free."
Elias looked at Aries' broken eyes, reached out, and swallowed the liquid in one gulp.
There was no burn. All ten glasses were sweet iced tea.
As Aries fled the club in a blind panic, Elias smiled, pulling out his phone to text his lawyer.
"Liquidate my personal portfolio. I am bringing him home."