After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
Amelia came out of the bathroom after helping her husband prepare his bath.
"I've helped you prepare your bath, how you used to like it." She said, doting like a good wife.
Thiago came out of the walk-in closet, holding a file of papers in his hand. He slapped the paper on the table and said coldly, "look through it and sign under where your name is. I've signed mine."
Amelia curiously walked over to the table and peered at the papers.
She felt a chill down her spine as she immediately understood what the paper was about.
Amelia Smith stared at the signed divorce papers on the table, the man's name already inked.
She looked out the window, tears welling up in her eyes.
Thiago Anderson's figure was especially elegant in the setting sun, his aloofness and dominance making him incredibly attractive, even his silhouette seemed indifferent.
"I've signed, you should too. I hope we can get through all the legal stuff before Veronica gets back." Thiago stood with his hands behind his back, not turning around. "Since we signed a prenuptial agreement, there won't be any property disputes in the divorce. I'll give you two million dollars and a villa in Vine as compensation. I need to explain to grandpa that you're not leaving empty-handed."
Amelia felt like she was struck by lightning, a sudden sense of loss washing over her. "Grandpa... does he know we're getting a divorce?"
"Does it matter if he knows? Will it affect my decision to divorce you?"
Her frail body nearly collapsed, but she held onto the table, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered, "Thiago, can we.... Not get divorced?"
Finally, Thiago turned to look at her with a strange gaze.
His deep eyes and thin lips were incredibly sexy, and his clear facial features still made her heart race.
"Why?"
"Because... I love you." Amelia's eyes turned red as she held back tears. "I love you, Thiago. I still want to be your wife... even if you don't have any feelings for me..."
"I'm sick of it, Amelia. A marriage without love is endless torture for me."
Thiago waved dismissively, not even having the patience to hear her speak. "Marrying you was a mistake, you knew it was a rebellion against grandpa, and you knew I had someone else in my heart, I just couldn't be with her for some reason.
Now that the agreed three years are up, and Acacia is back in the country, I'm going to marry her, so you need to leave this house."
Amelia lowered her head, her tear drops falling onto the table, which she secretly wiped away.
Thiago saw this, his gaze deep and calm.
Then his phone rang, and as soon as he saw the name on the screen, he answered right away.
"Veronica, are you on the plane yet?"
His tone suddenly became so gentle. Was this the same cold, indifferent man from before?
"Thiago, I'm already at Stamford Airport." Veronica Scott's cheerful voice came from the other end.
"What? Weren't you supposed to..." Thiago was surprised.
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Wait for me, Veronica, I'll be right there!"
With that, Thiago hurriedly left Amelia's side.
The door to the study was closed, and the air was filled with a sense of sadness.
Her ten years of unrequited love for him, their three-year marriage... Amelia had given her all to this home. Her deep affection for him, however, was nothing more than torture for him.
Now, Thiago was like a prisoner who had finally been set free. He ruthlessly left her behind to go marry the woman he had always held in his heart.
She felt so much pain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch his cold heart.
Amelia took a deep breath, shaking her head with a bitter smile, her eyes filled with tears as they stared at Thiago's name on the divorce papers.
That night, Thiago took Veronica back to Bloom Estate.
The frail Veronica was carried in the arms of the young Anderson's heir, their brazen entrance attracting everyone's attention.
"Thiago, you and Ms. Amelia isn't divorced yet, we... shouldn't be too intimate, she might have an issue with me if she sees us like this." Veronica whispered, her hand stroking the man's chest.
"She won't."
Thiago stated without hesitation, his gaze cold. "Besides, I don't love her, our marriage was just a contractual agreement, she should know her place."
The Andersons warmly greeted Veronica, leaving only Amelia alone in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Thiago noticed his desolate wife in the crowd, a smile tugging at his lips.
She was still trying to curry favor with the Anderson' family in such a submissive way. Did she really think that would make him change his mind?
Ridiculous.
"My lord! My lord!"
Soon after, the butler rushed over in a panic. "Mrs. Anderson is gone! She's left!"
"Gone? When?"
"Just now! She didn't take anything, just took off her apron and left through the backyard! A black car came to pick her up!"
Thiago quickly returned to their bedroom, which was neat and tidy. He saw the signed divorce papers quietly resting on the nightstand, tear stains evident on it.
He frowned, walking over to the window to look outside.
A Rolls-Royce sped away from Bloom Estate at a breakneck speed, soon disappearing from sight.
She couldn't bear to leave the Anderson estate in the afternoon, yet now she was running away so fast!
Thiago felt played, taking out his phone to call his secretary in annoyance.
"License plate E W A 2424, find out who owns that car!"
"Right away, Mr. Thiago."
Five minutes later.
"Mr. Thiago. I've found it, it's the CEO of the Hamilton Group!"
The Hamilton Group... the Hamilton family's young master?!
Amelia, a girl from a small village with no money or background, who had no friends in the three years she was with him, was somehow with the Hamilton young master?
How surprising!
"But Mr. Thiago, did you really propose the divorce to Mrs. Anderson today?" The secretary asked tentatively.
"Why? When should I propose divorce?" Thiago was seething.
"But today... It's her birthday."
Thiago froze.
Sitting in the backseat of a black Rolls-Royce, the eldest son of the Hamilton family, Ethan Hamilton, gently held her hand, his demeanor kind.
"Heard you were coming back, we've got a bunch of fireworks ready to light up for you tonight."
"I'm really not in the mood for fireworks."
Having left the Anderson family and reclaimed her status as the Hamilton family heiress, she leaned on her brother's shoulder, her nose stinging, her eyes swollen and red. She sighed, her eyes brimming with tears.
She glanced at her old phone. The last message wasn't from her ex-husband, but from Veronica.
The message read: I told you, you stole my spot, and I'll make you give it back one day. Thiago is my man. Stop daydreaming!
She gave a bitter smile, the last tear making everything clear to her.
"What? You still can't let go even now?" Ethan tenderly pulled his sister into his arms.
"Ethan, it's my birthday today."
"I know, Thiago deliberately chose today to bring that woman home, he's such a shameless jerk!"
"So, there's nothing I can't let go of, because my heart-Amelia's heart, has been shattered by Thiago."
When Amelia opened her eyes again, there was no trace of any lingering affection for that man in her determined eyes. She will use her former identity, Kira Hamilton, to live a good life from now on!
"I struggled hard to get to where I am now. If I look back, I'll regret it."
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."