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My CEO mate: Divorce made me his
Last Updated : 2026-04-02
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Synopsis
Dark Romance
Girl Power
Contemporary
CEO
Vampire
Independent
Divorce
Weak to Strong
Office Relationship
Juggling her career and family, Thea fought to keep her marriage alive after her husband lost his job. She hired a nanny to help—never guessing she was welcoming her own replacement. “The three of us look more like a family than with you, mommy.” That was the final nail. She walked away. No custody battle. No tearful goodbyes. Just silence. And from that silence, she rose—stronger, sharper, and impossible to break. Enter Ezra Harrington. Billionaire. CEO. Her boss. Cold-blooded in more ways than one. He wants Thea—but not just in the boardroom. He’s hungry for more. Her blood sings to him. Her strength tempts him. Her fire threatens to consume him. But Thea doesn’t kneel. Not for love. Not for monsters. Not even for the devil in a custom Armani suit. Now her past is clawing back— A husband begging for a second chance. A child she never stopped loving. And a vampire boss who'd destroy the world to keep her. T.W: Dub-con, vampirism/alpha dominance, workplace relationship, dark romance etc.
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THEA I never imagined my love story would begin with a kiss I couldn’t explain… And end with a vow I can’t forget. I should be terrified. I should be running the other way. Because I still don’t remember him. Not fully. Not clearly. Not in the way that matters to memory. But God, I feel him. In the marrow. In the spaces between heartbeats. In the way the air stills when he looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. Two months ago, he was a stranger standing under a shadow behind a building. Now he’s a man—my man—standing barefoot in the sand, waiting for me at the other end of the aisle. The breeze pulls at my dress gently, like even the wind wants me to go to him. And I will. But first, I look down. Finn’s tiny hand is in mine. His other one clutches a small pillow with two silver rings tied to it—crookedly, but proudly. His suit is slightly too big, his shoes already filled with sand, and yet… I’ve never seen anything more perfect. “You ready, Mommy?” he
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THEAI call Lyra’s number again.Thirty seconds.That’s how long it takes to hear the same voicemail for the thirtieth time in two days."Hey, it’s Lyra. Can’t get to my phone right now—"I hang up.My hand drops into my lap, phone still clutched like it's a lifeline I can’t afford to lose. My fingers are shaking again. I rest my head against the steering wheel and sigh.I just dropped Finn at school.His backpack was half open. I had to zip it with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. He gave me a soft “Bye, Mama,” like he knew I wasn’t all here.I smiled.I lied.I said I was fine.I’m not.I’m really not.And I need someone.I need Lyra.But she’s unreachable. And now I’m sitting in my car, parked outside a small brick building with a sign that says Linden Therapy & Wellness, and I want to puke.I have two hours till my appointment. And instead of going home, I’m just sitting here like therapy’s going to ambush me if I get too close.God, I don’t want to do this.It’s not pride. Not
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EZRAThey never said what it would feel like.To wake up with bones that ache instead of hum.To feel your heart thudding like a war drum in your chest, loud and uneven and… real.To bleed.No one warned me how loud humanity is.I used to live in silence—sharp, perfect silence. My senses filled the gaps before they formed. My reflexes danced ahead of time. Pain? A concept. Hunger? Always conquered. I was a creature stitched together by shadows and old fire, older than most kingdoms, feared by things with claws and teeth. I don't even remember how life was when I was human.And now…Now I wake up to the sound of my own breath wheezing.The first morning after the ritual, I didn’t even wake up in the Underworld.They threw me out.Purged me.Like a stain.I opened my eyes in the middle of a forest, the kind that smells like damp moss and forgotten things. The sun had just begun to rise, low and orange and soft—and it burned. Not in the old way. Not in the vampire way. No, it just... hur
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THEAI don’t leave the house right away.Even after messaging Shirley, I just… sit there. Phone in hand. Coffee cold. Mind blank.The silence grows heavier, pressing into my chest. I think about standing. About moving. About going to pick up Finn like I said I would.But I don’t.Instead, I rise slowly and climb the stairs, every step feeling like it’s made of wet sand, my feet about to disappear. I move like I’m not fully inside my body, like someone else is pulling the strings. I reach the top landing and stop in front of my room.My hand hovers above the doorknob, and that’s when my phone buzzes in my other hand.A single notification.I glance down, expecting maybe it’s Shirley again.But it’s not.It’s an email.Subject: Weekly automated dashboard report.From: HMA HeadquartersHMA.I blink, the letters taking longer to make sense than they should.Then it hits me.My company.My dream.HMA.I created that. My fashion brand. The one I sketched from nothing, built from scraps and
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THEAEzra must’ve thought I was joking when I said I was getting revenge.Sweetheart, I don’t joke about revenge unless I have no intentions to.And now, Newsflash: I meant every damn word.In fact, I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life but just never thought much about it. Like, this? Ri
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THEAMondays have always felt like punishment.But today?Today feels like a reward.I wake up smiling. Actual smiling. The kind that creeps up without permission and lingers on your face like morning light.Ezra left last night—after the most absurd, perfect, burnt-bacon morning of my life and him
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EZRAI don’t know who the hell I’ve become, but I’m standing in Thea’s kitchen at 8:17 on a Sunday morning, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, cooking eggs I don’t even eat. For her.Why? No bloody clue.Don't blame me, okay?She’s upstairs, still asleep—hair all over the pillow like chaos itself
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THEAThe silence that follows is deafening.I sit on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, wrapped in Ezra’s shirt like it’s armor—but it’s not. It’s a wound. It’s soaked in the scent of him—woodsmoke, heat, something sinful—and it clings to me like a second skin I didn’t ask for.I can still feel h
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