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 7
The door opened wide, yet the person who stepped inside was not the guest they had been waiting for, but Jillian, accompanied by Leland.
As soon as Dennis noticed the man beside her, his expression tightened with clear irritation.
For a brief second, Melany froze and leaned forward to check the hallway behind Jillian, only to find it empty. Then she turned her attention back to Leland, confusion evident on her face. "Jillian, why are you here? And who exactly is he?"
Instead of answering, Jillian ignored her completely and walked over to the table before settling into the vacant seat beside Dennis as if she belonged there.
Watching this, Melany's face grew visibly more severe. "This dinner means a great deal to me. Dr. Hadley is about to arrive, and Dennis made special arrangements for this meeting. Would you mind leaving?"
Desperation crept into her tone as she glanced at Dennis. "Dennis, please ask her to go. I'm still shaken from what she did to my hair. If she says anything inappropriate in front of Dr. Hadley, it could damage my future in academia."
A sharp and humorless laugh slipped from Jillian. "You were the one who invited me, and now you expect me to leave?"
A sharp edge crept into Melany's voice as it rose. "We invited you? Are you so jealous of Dennis introducing me to Dr. Hadley that you have to lie just to stay? Do you even understand who Dr. Hadley is? Someone like you could never work your way into his circle. Leave now and spare us the embarrassment. If you behave, I might even speak on your behalf once I earn his approval."
Only then did Leland shift his focus to her, and his tone carried open disdain. "Do you even have any idea who Jillian is?"
With a mocking smile, Melany replied, "She's just a minor researcher from the Miller Group. Oh, right. I nearly forgot. You were already dismissed. That makes you nothing now."
Turning her head at a measured pace, Jillian faced her with a chilling smile. "If I'm nothing, then what does that make you? Someone who steals?"
Melany faltered. However, when she noticed the shadow forming on Dennis's face, she chose to press further. "Jillian, he's quite eager to defend you. Who is he supposed to be? Your new man?"
An oppressive silence filled the room as Dennis remained quiet, yet the tension around him grew heavier.
Just as Jillian was about to respond, he rose from his seat without warning. Before she could pull away, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room.
Leland tried to step in and stop them, but Dennis moved far too quickly, and his grasp met nothing but air.
Frustration set in as Leland clenched his jaw, and a dull ache spread through his chest.
Believing Dennis was about to confront Jillian harshly, Melany allowed a satisfied smile to appear in her eyes.
Paying no attention to Jillian's resistance, Dennis kicked open the door of a nearby empty private room, pulled her inside, and slammed the door shut before pressing her firmly against it.
A dangerous intensity filled his voice as he spoke. "The same man again? Jillian, do you really think I would tolerate this?" Standing over her, the coldness in his gaze felt sharp enough to chill her to the core.
Even though she could not escape, Jillian refused to back down and met his stare without hesitation. "So you're jealous? What's this supposed to mean? Have you actually fallen for me?"
"I might care about someone else, but it would never be you." As Dennis spoke, his hand lifted and his thumb brushed harshly across her lower lip.
In his mind, she had always been calculating and merciless. Back then, his grandfather had even threatened his own life just to force Dennis into marrying her.
A sharp pain tore through Melany's chest as his words struck deep. Air seemed to vanish from her lungs, leaving her momentarily breathless. All along, Dennis's heart had belonged to Melany, the girl from his past. By even asking that question, she had only made a fool of herself.
With a chilling edge in his voice, Dennis said, "As long as you still carry the title of my wife, you will know how to act."
Refusing to yield, Jillian forced down the ache and knocked his hand away. "I don't belong to you," she said firmly. "His name is Leland Wilson. He's my lawyer. Do you understand?"
"A lawyer? You expect him to take on your divorce?" Dennis's voice dropped further. "Are you sure he even has the nerve to accept it?"
That confidence came from the overwhelming power he held, backed by both wealth and influence.
"He's not handling the divorce. He's representing me in the patent dispute. As for everything between us, we'll deal with it piece by piece," Jillian answered without hesitation.
A deeper frown formed on his face, and anger simmered beneath his words. "You're still refusing to let this go? If you push this to court, you'll only embarrass yourself in front of everyone again."
Although another wave of pain hit her, she remained steady and unshaken. "That work belongs to me, and I'm taking it back. This time, I'm not stepping aside."
A dangerous shadow settled over Dennis's gaze as he spoke. "If you want him completely cut off from the legal field, then go ahead and test me."
Shock flickered across Jillian's face, and her eyes narrowed. "Is intimidation the only method you know?"
With a cold and detached tone, he answered, "I don't threaten. I give orders. From this moment on, you will remain at Aurora Mansion. You're not allowed to meet anyone."
Anger surged within her, burning through her chest. "What makes you think you can control me? And for your information, I've already moved out."
Closing the distance between them, he leaned in, his presence pressing down on her. "You're still my wife. Where do you think you're going?"
"That won't be true for long. I've already returned the house keys, the bank cards, and even the ring." Unfazed, she met his eyes directly.
A flicker of irritation crossed his face as he responded, "So when pleading for a divorce fails, you switch to this separation act? How many times are you going to keep up these ridiculous tricks?"
For a few seconds, Jillian held his gaze in silence before finally speaking. Her voice came out calm and steady. "Dennis, I'm not playing games."
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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.
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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
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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.
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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."
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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.
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He hated Elias with every fiber of his being, yet the gaping hole in his chest screamed with agonizing confusion.
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Elias looked at Aries' broken eyes, reached out, and swallowed the liquid in one gulp.
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"Liquidate my personal portfolio. I am bringing him home."