The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me
“Sign the divorce papers, Olivia… or I’ll make sure you never wake up again.”
I thought marriage meant love, loyalty, and forever. But the night I overheard my husband plotting my downfall with my sister-in-law, my world shattered. The man I had sacrificed everything for was only after my family’s wealth and worse, he wanted me dead.
Drugged. Betrayed. Left bleeding while he ran to the arms of his ex. That was Marcus Thompson, the man everyone believed was the perfect billionaire husband.
But I won’t go down quietly. With enemies in my own family and assassins at my doorstep, I must fight back. And when David, the man who risked his life to save mine, steps in, I begin to see what true love really feels like.
Now, I’m trapped between a husband who would rather bury me than let me go, and a man willing to risk everything to protect me.
In a world built on lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets… who can I trust when even love could be a weapon?
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Chapter: EpilogueOlivia's POVThe wedding was small, the way I always knew it would be, once I finally understood what I actually wanted instead of what I had once been taught a life was supposed to look like.We held it in the garden behind the foundation, under the same jacaranda trees that had grown taller in the two years since we planted them, their purple blossoms scattered across the grass the way they had been the first morning I found my mother's grave. I had asked for that on purpose. I wanted her there, in whatever way she could be, on the one day I most wished she could stand beside me."You look like you're about to cry before we've even started," Victoria said, adjusting the collar of my dress with hands that were steadier now than they had ever been when we were girls competing for the same scraps of attention."I might cry the whole way through," I admitted. "I've stopped trying to control that.""Good," she said. "It suits you better than the version of you who used to pretend everyth
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Chapter: 78Olivia's POVHe was too quiet while he did the dishes, and that was how I knew something was different.David was never quiet like that. He talked while he worked, ran commentary on whatever show was playing, complained cheerfully about the state of the kitchen sponge. That night he stood at the sink with his sleeves pushed up and said almost nothing at all, and I sat on the counter behind him swinging my feet and watching the tense line of his shoulders with growing curiosity."You're being strange," I said."I'm washing dishes.""You're being strange while washing dishes."He turned around, drying his hands on the towel slowly, and there was something in his face I had learned to recognize over the months we had spent building this life together, quiet, careful nervousness dressed up as calm. I had seen that exact expression once before, on a rooftop, right before he kissed me for the first time."David," I said, sliding off the counter. "What is it."He did not answer right away. H
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Chapter: 77David's POVThe box arrived at my apartment on a Tuesday, small and unremarkable, and I stood in the kitchen holding it for a full minute before I found the nerve to open it.It was not the ring itself that made my hands unsteady. I had chosen that weeks earlier, a simple band with a single stone, nothing like the ostentatious jewelry Marcus used to drape across Olivia like armor plating. I had chosen it specifically because it did not look like anything Marcus would have chosen, because I wanted her to see it and think of nothing except the two of us, no shadow of the old life lingering anywhere near it.What made my hands unsteady was the quiet certainty sitting underneath the decision. I had spent eleven years building a career around careful, measured choices, weighing risk against reward in every direction before I ever committed to anything. This was the first decision of my adult life I had made without needing to weigh it at all.I put the box in the drawer of my nightstand an
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Chapter: 76Emmanuel's POVThe ribbon was blue, which seemed like an odd detail to remember clearly on a day that held so much else, but I remembered it precisely because Olivia had insisted on it, saying blue was the color of the sky the morning she visited her mother's grave for the first time.We stood together in front of a modest building on the edge of the city, nothing like the towering glass headquarters my other holdings occupied. This one was low and warm looking, red brick with large windows, a garden already planted along the front where children could sit if they wanted to. Olivia had insisted on the garden too. Somewhere for kids to keep their own boxes of stones, she had told me once, without anyone telling them it was childish."The Osei Collins Foundation for Family Safety," the sign above the door read, and I had argued gently with her over that name, suggesting it should carry only her name, since the work itself belonged entirely to her vision. She had refused."It carries bot
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Chapter: 75Victoria's POVMy daughter arrived at two in the morning, loud from the very first breath, and I laughed through the pain of it because some part of me had already known she would be exactly that.Jerome held my hand through all of it, his face pale with a kind of fear I had never seen on him before, the specific terror of a man who had learned, only months earlier, the full truth of what the woman he loved had done and had chosen to stay anyway. He had cried when I finally told him everything, not gentle tears, the kind that came from somewhere deep and frightened, and then he had wiped his face and asked me one simple question. What do you need from me now.I had not known how to answer him that night. I knew how to answer him now, watching him hold our daughter for the first time, his whole body curved protectively around her tiny weight."She has your stubborn chin," I told him."She has your lungs," he said, wincing slightly as she cried again, and I laughed properly this time,
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Chapter: 74Olivia's POVThe foreman's hands were shaking when he stood to read the verdict, and somehow that small detail told me everything before he said a single word.I sat between David and Emmanuel in the front row of the gallery, my hands folded tightly in my lap, and felt the entire courtroom hold its breath at the same moment. Weeks of testimony had led to this, recordings and documents and witnesses who had risked everything to stand where Wheeler and Leo and Sophia had stood, and now it came down to twelve strangers and a piece of paper."On the count of conspiracy to commit murder," the foreman read, his voice steadier now that he had started, "we find the defendant, Marcus Collins, guilty."A sound moved through the gallery, not quite a gasp, something quieter and more controlled, the collective release of breath from people who had been holding it far longer than the length of this trial."On the count of conspiracy to commit financial fraud, guilty. On the count of obstruction of
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My boyfriend cheated with my sister, then I kissed Zane
Three years. That's how long Avery Rose Chen has loved Cole. Three years of loyalty, sacrifices, and believing she had found her forever.
Then she comes home on his birthday and finds him with her sister. Humiliated, heartbroken, and desperate to escape the wreckage of her life, Avery makes one reckless decision at a crowded campus party.
She kisses a stranger.Unfortunately, that stranger happens to be Zane Prescott, Campus superstar, Star athlete. The most desired guy at the university. And the last person she should ever have involved in her drama.
What starts as a desperate act soon turns into something neither of them expected when Zane proposes a fake relationship that could solve both their problems.
But fake dating the most popular man on campus comes with consequences, especially when Cole suddenly wants Avery back. Especially when her sister refuses to let go.
And especially when Avery begins to realize that the feelings growing between her and Zane may be the only thing that isn't fake.
Because Zane Prescott doesn't lose. And once he decides something belongs to him, he doesn't walk away. But behind his perfect reputation lies a secret powerful enough to destroy everything they've built.
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Including them..My boyfriend cheated with my sister. Then I kissed Zane Prescott. And that was the moment my life changed forever.
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Chapter: Not FakePOV: ZaneI drove home with the question still sitting in my chest.‘What do you want to happen?’I had asked it and she had not answered and the silence had been the most honest thing either of us had produced all day. I had stood in it and understood that she had an answer. I had stood in it and understood that I was not ready to receive it yet, not because I did not want it, but because I had not given her what she deserved to have before she gave it to me.I parked, I sat in the car for a moment without getting out. The right thing and the easy thing had been pulling in opposite directions for weeks now and tonight the distance between them had become impossible to ignore.I went inside. Noah was on the couch with his laptop open and a half-eaten bowl of something on the cushion beside him. He looked up when I came in and did the thing he did where he read the room in approximately one second and adjusted accordingly.He closed his laptop."Sit down," he said.I sat in the chair a
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Chapter: The Six-Week LinePOV: Avery / ZaneAveryNeither of us said it…That was the thing about Thursday. It was the day before Friday and Friday was the day the six weeks ended and we both knew it and neither of us brought it up once in the entire twelve hours we spent in each other's company.It started in the library at ten in the morning. My idea, not planned, I had texted him because I needed the Milton section and he had replied: I'll come. No reason given. He did not need the Milton section. He was a sports science major with a statistics module and zero academic requirement for seventeenth century poetry. He came anyway and sat across from me with his own work open and we studied in the specific comfortable quiet of two people who had stopped needing to fill the space between them.I worked, He worked, Occasionally one of us shifted or turned a page or reached for a water bottle. At one point he looked up and said: "What's Milton actually about?"I looked at him over my laptop. "Which part?""Any of
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Chapter: Something She WrotePOV: AveryThe essay came back on a Wednesday with a yellow sticky note on the front.Not the graded copy. A fresh printout, my words on clean paper, with Elliot's handwriting on the note in his narrow, slanted script.‘Have you considered submitting this to the Westbridge Literary Journal? Submissions open in three weeks. I think you should. Come see me if you want to discuss. — ME’I read the note twice. Then I folded the essay carefully and put it in the front pocket of my bag where I kept things I was not ready to leave at the bottom. I sat through the rest of the class turning it over quietly.The journal was real. I had seen copies of it in the library, slim and well-designed, the kind of publication that took itself seriously without announcing it. Students submitted. Faculty curated. Getting in meant someone had read your work and decided it belonged among the best things produced at this university in a given year.Elliot thought mine belonged there. The feeling that produced
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Chapter: Zane and TheoPOV: ZaneI found him the next morning.Not because I had gone looking in an obvious way. I knew where the Kingstons stayed when they visited. My father had mentioned the hotel once in conversation two years ago, the kind of detail that lodges somewhere without you deciding to keep it. I sent one text to a contact who moved in the right circles and had the confirmation within twenty minutes.Theo Kingston was having breakfast in the hotel restaurant at eight thirty. I was there at eight twenty-five.He looked up from his phone when I sat down across from him. He did not look surprised. He set his phone face down on the table with the deliberate calm of someone who had expected this visit and had already decided how to run it."Zane," he said. "I was wondering when you'd come.""Then you already know why I'm here.""I can guess." He signaled the waiter without looking away from me. "Coffee?""I'm not here for coffee.""I know." He folded his hands on the table. He was wearing a jacket
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Chapter: Theo Introduces HimselfPOV: AveryHe found me between my eleven o'clock and my one o'clock. That detail mattered because it meant he had done his research. Not a coincidence, not a casual crossing of paths. He knew my schedule well enough to know exactly where I would be and when I would be alone and he had placed himself accordingly.I was walking the covered path between the humanities building and the main quad when he fell into step beside me. Tall, dark coat, the kind of face that was constructed for boardrooms and cameras. He smiled when I looked at him and it was a good smile. Warm, measured, practiced to the degree that the practice was invisible."Avery Chen," he said pleasantly. "I've been hoping we'd get the chance to meet properly."I kept walking. "You have me at a disadvantage.""Theo Kingston," he said. "Isabella's brother. I apologize for not reaching out sooner. I've been meaning to introduce myself since I arrived on campus.""What can I do for you, Theo?""Nothing dramatic." He matched my
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Chapter: Front Row AgainPOV: AveryThe jersey fit differently now.Not physically. It was the same number seven, the same white letters spelling Prescott across the back, the same slightly oversized fit that I had stood in front of my mirror examining three weeks ago with the specific anxiety of someone wearing a costume they had not yet earned.But I put it on this afternoon without standing in front of the mirror at all. I pulled it over my head and picked up my bag and went to meet Mia at the door and that was the entire process. I did not examine what that meant.The stadium was full in a way it had not been for the charity event. This was different energy entirely. Scouts in the building had a specific effect on a campus crowd, a heightened attention, a collective awareness that what happened today might matter beyond the scoreboard. People filled every row. The noise had a sharper edge to it. Everyone had come to watch something that counted.Mia and I found our seats in the front row, left side, exact
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