My billionaire ex-husband wants me back
Scarlet Watson once believed love was enough—until her husband, Lucas, placed another woman, Maria Owen, on a pedestal far above her. As Maria tightens her grip on Lucas and sets her sights on driving Scarlet out, Scarlet finds herself slowly drowning in a marriage built on betrayal.
But just when her world begins to crumble, an unexpected kindness changes everything.
Peter, her quiet, observant driver, becomes her only source of warmth in a house gone cold. His steady presence and silent protectiveness awaken something Scarlet thought she’d lost forever—hope. What begins as stolen glances and late-night conversations blooms into a love neither of them saw coming.
But Peter carries a secret that could shake everything: one that ties him to the very man who broke her heart.
In a world where loyalty is tested and love must fight to survive, can two wounded hearts rewrite their story?
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Chapter: Chapter 70 The EndThe morning of the wedding bloomed with golden sunlight and a sky so clear it felt like heaven had pressed pause. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of roses and jasmine, while doves nestled on branches like nature’s blessing.The garden venue looked like a dream carved into the earth — tall white arches wrapped in ivory flowers and draped silk, chairs arranged in perfect symmetry, and a floral aisle lined with petals that shimmered like snow.A vintage quartet played quietly, their strings echoing through the crisp air as guests arrived, dressed in soft pastels and quiet elegance.It wasn’t just a wedding.It was a rebirth.---**Scarlet stood inside the bridal suite**, her back to the mirror, veil gently pinned by her stylist. Her heart pounded — not from fear, but awe. The woman staring back at her in the mirror wore no sorrow. She wasn’t the shattered soul she used to be.She was radiant. Whole.And in love.Lyssa stepped in with a breathless smile. “Eve
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Chapter: Chapter 69Lucas wasn’t used to feeling nervous. Not anymore.Not in conference rooms. Not in front of the press. Not even in courtrooms when his world was crumbling piece by piece.But tonight, as he stood in front of the full-length mirror adjusting his shirt for the fifth time, a flicker of old nerves stirred in his chest.Loretta.It had been years since they'd last spent time together without the noise of their past. No wealth, no pain, no expectations. Just two people who used to race bicycles down dusty roads and laugh under mango trees.And now… they were both grown. Changed. Bruised, but standing.His driver pulled up in front of the **Moonflower Café**, a rooftop garden restaurant bathed in warm string lights and soft bossa nova music drifting through the open air. Lucas stepped out, dressed in a dark blazer and gray turtleneck, a quiet bouquet of white gardenias in hand.She was already there.Sitting at a corner table with a view of the skyline, her hair twisted elegantly, gold earri
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Chapter: Chapter 68The office of Lucas Enterprises buzzed with the usual Monday morning rhythm — phones ringing, shoes clacking across tiled floors, and assistants moving in and out with updates and reports.Lucas leaned back in his chair, reviewing a marketing pitch when his secretary entered holding a slim black box and a single rose wrapped in silk paper.“Sir,” she said, smiling. “This was delivered for you.”He frowned slightly. “From who?”“No name. Just a note.”She handed him a small card.Lucas opened the envelope, curious.***“Happy Birthday, Lucas. Some things are timeless — like a rose, and memories of us riding bikes down Iverson Street. – L.”***Lucas blinked.L?He opened the box. Inside was a luxurious bottle of **Santal Absolu** — a rare fragrance he hadn’t worn since he was twenty-one. The scent brought memories flooding back.He hadn’t even realized it was his birthday.A soft knock pulled him from his thoughts.The door opened.And there she stood.**Loretta James.**Her hair was lon
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Chapter: Chapter 67Lucas had never rehearsed so many times before dialing a number.His fingers hovered over Scarlet’s contact on his screen, the name as familiar as the ache it carried.*Just do it*, he told himself.He hit call.The line rang twice before she picked up, her voice calm and guarded.“Hello?”“Scarlet,” he began, his tone gentler than usual. “I know I’m the last person you want to hear from. But… I was wondering if we could talk.”She was quiet. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lucas.”“I know,” he said. “I get it. I just… I need to say some things. Just once. Please.”A long pause followed. Then she sighed softly.“Fine. One hour. Public café. Nothing dramatic.”Lucas smiled faintly. “Thank you.”---She was already seated when he arrived — calm, beautiful, and composed in a beige blouse and black trousers. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her eyes met his with cool detachment.Lucas sat across from her, nervous in a way he hadn’t felt in years.“I know you don’t owe
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Chapter: Chapter 66Lucas sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, the blinds behind him half-drawn, letting in thin beams of mid-morning light. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched beside a folder of projections, his mind miles away from numbers or meetings.He kept replaying Peter’s words over and over — *“Scarlet chose me because you lost her.”*No matter how much he tried to bury the ache, it gnawed at him. It wasn’t just the sting of jealousy, or even the shame of watching his ex-wife move on.It was the realization that Peter — the brother he once mocked for growing up in the shadows — had become everything he was not.A leader.A man Scarlet could actually love.A knock on the door jolted him.“Yes?” he said, voice low.His secretary peeked in. “Sir… I think you’ll want to hear this.”She stepped aside for his personal assistant, Daniel, a sharp, well-informed man with his tablet in hand.“Investors,” Daniel said, eyes gleaming. “We’re seeing activity again.”Lucas blinked. “What k
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Chapter: Chapter 65The scent of fresh lilies and the soft hum of jazz music filled the open space of *SCARLET Holdings*. The sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm, golden hue across the polished floors. Staff moved with energy and pride, not with fear. Laughter echoed from the creative department; someone had just brought in homemade cupcakes.Scarlet stood at the center of it all — calm, focused, glowing.Her office had no doors.That was intentional.She had insisted on a layout that allowed her to stay accessible to her team. A symbol that no one would be silenced or diminished within these walls.“Ma’am,” her assistant called, walking briskly. “The expansion proposal is ready for your review, and the charity team wants to know if you’ll be attending the gala.”Scarlet glanced up from her desk, already reviewing numbers. “Yes, and yes. Send me the drafts. I’ll go through them on the flight.”The assistant paused. “Flight?”Scarlet blinked. “Wait — what flight?”Just then,
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A Breeder For The Alpha King.
She was born of two worlds… and belonged to none.
Wolfless and rejected by her own kind, Freya, the hybrid daughter of a witch and a wolf, was sold by her father to the most feared Alpha in the land—Logan of the Northridge Pack. Her only purpose? To bear his heir and strengthen his bloodline.
But love was never part of the deal.
Torn between his lingering feelings for his first love, Lucia, and the bond he cannot deny with Freya, Alpha Logan spirals—cold, cruel, and indifferent. And when tragedy strikes and Freya loses the baby, his words cut deeper than any blade: “You’re just a breeder.”
Shattered and betrayed, Freya flees to the human world with the help of a mysterious ally. There, she finds peace… and perhaps a new beginning in Daniel, a kind stranger who sees her as more than just a tool.
But fate isn’t done with her yet.
A prophecy looms. A war brews. And when Logan’s brother returns to claim the throne, only Freya—his true mate and the key to his power—can save his legacy.
But will she ever come back to the mate who broke her heart… or choose a new path, and a new love, forever?
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Chapter: Chapter 32Chapter 32It was morning already and Freya was up, when,The door creaked open, and the maid assigned to Freya stepped inside, broom and dustpan in hand. She moved with practiced ease, humming faintly as she worked. Her eyes scanned the room in a habitual sweep, checking corners and under the bed.Then she froze.Near the side of the bed, scattered in delicate clumps, were short strands of fur. Silvery, soft, almost glinting in the sunlight. She bent down, running her fingers over them. They felt nothing like the fabric lint she sometimes found. These were real.Her brows knitted together. "That’s odd... we don’t have any cats here," she muttered to herself. Her voice was low, almost as if she didn’t want to hear her own question.From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed, steam drifting faintly through the partially open door. Freya was bathing, completely oblivious.The maid shook her head but kept her curiosity alive. She swept the floor with careful, deliberate strokes
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Chapter: Chapter 31Chapter 31The door knob turned slowly with a soft creak, making Freya's heart leap into her throat. Her ears perked up instinctively as the door swung open. But to her dismay, it wasn’t Daniel. Instead, one of the maids stepped into the dimly lit room, a tray in hand.Freya gasped quietly and darted into the bathroom, still in her wolf form. Her fur shimmered slightly under the faint light spilling from the hallway. She moved with such urgency that her paws nearly slipped against the tiled floor.The maid paused, her brows furrowed. “Hello?” she called softly, stepping in.From the bathroom, Freya reached up with her paw and twisted the shower knob. Water gushed out almost instantly, echoing through the silence.Hearing the water, the maid nodded slowly, placing the tray on a small table near the door. “Mr. Daniel gave me the key. He asked me to check on you,” she said to no one in particular. “I guess you’re bathing.”Freya remained silent, not daring to make a sound. She pressed he
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Chapter: Chapter 30Mia walked out of Daniel’s office with a dramatic sigh, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. She didn’t say a word at first—just sent Freya a cutting look, her lips curling into a scoff before she disappeared down the hallway.Freya sat still, clutching the edge of her desk, her back straight but her fingers digging into the wood. Her heart beat fast, not because of Mia’s disdain, but because of what she had seen in Daniel’s eyes moments earlier—conflict. Maybe even guilt.She didn’t have time to analyze it. Daniel stepped out a second later, his usual unreadable expression plastered on his face, posture rigid with authority.“Did you arrange the meeting with the event planner?” he asked, his tone clipped.Freya stood slowly. “Yes. She’s busy until this evening, so she can only be here by 8PM. We’ll have to stay late.”Daniel looked at his watch, then nodded curtly. “Fine. But you’re not leaving until everything is sorted.”Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice even.
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Chapter: Chapter 29It had been several weeks since Freya began working at Daniel's company. The chaos and strangeness of the human world had gradually settled into a rhythm she was beginning to understand. She no longer marveled at electric kettles or double-decker buses, and she could operate a computer faster than most of her colleagues. There was a quiet pride in that—learning to blend in, learning to survive.But even with all the progress she had made, something was wrong.Irene had been quieter lately.She used to speak often—her voice echoing gently inside Freya’s mind like a heartbeat. But now, she came in short bursts, almost like she was gasping for air. Freya could feel her fading, like the connection between them was slowly unraveling."You need to return," Irene whispered that morning as Freya typed up a report. "You're getting too far from the source. I'm getting weaker."Freya bit her lower lip, fingers pausing over the keyboard. "I know," she murmured under her breath. "But I'm not ready
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Chapter: Chapter 28It had been three days.Three days since Freya vanished like smoke beneath the full moon sky.Alpha Logan stood at the balcony of the west wing, his arms folded tight across his chest, and eyes burning holes into the distant tree line. The evening wind howled through the trees, but it brought no answers, no familiar scent of lilac and wild earth—Freya’s scent. He had been patient. At first.But now? Now he was anything but calm.Footsteps echoed behind him. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“Alpha,” one of the guards said, panting slightly. “We... we’ve just returned from the northern ridge.”Logan turned slowly, his jaw clenched.“And?”The guard lowered his gaze, hesitating. “Still nothing. No scent. No trace. It’s like she—vanished.”The words lit a fire in Logan’s chest.“No one just vanishes!” he growled. “Not from my territory. Not without help.”His voice cracked like a whip, sharp enough to make the guard flinch.Logan’s hands curled into fists at his sides. His wolf
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Chapter: Chapter 27It had been three days since Freya crossed into the human world—a world she had only heard about in whispered conversations and forbidden scrolls. In that short span, she had learned that time felt different here. The sky didn’t shift as fast. The air didn’t sing with energy. And everything—from the metal boxes called cars to the glowing rectangles humans used to communicate—felt too fast and too foreign.Freya sat by the large window of the guest room Daniel had given her. Her knees were folded beneath her on the velvet settee, arms resting on the window frame, chin cradled in her palm. Outside, life moved. Men and women in suits. Children with backpacks. Dogs on leashes. Horns honking. Life here was structured, calculated. There were no howls in the wind, no scent trails to follow—only the sterile tang of cement, metal, and perfume.Her wolf stirred faintly beneath her skin.“Irene,” she whispered in her mind. “Not now. Please.”Irene whined but obeyed, curling somewhere deep in her
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