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After what happened five years ago, Agatha Tatiana finally had the courage to go back to her hometown, Pampanga. The nightmares she tried burying six feet under came back, adding to her struggles. She tried hard to fight it and to forget her past, but her scars reminded her of everything. She covered it up and hid it, not until she met him, a light-hearted person who gave her butterflies. But… are those butterflies enough to make her love her beautiful scars?

MATURE CONTENT — 18+ ONLY Chloe thought marriage meant love, loyalty, and forever.Three years later, she is still waiting for her husband, William, to treat her like a wife. Their marriage is nothing but an empty shell. William avoids intimacy, barely acknowledges her, and leaves Chloe constantly wondering if she is the problem. Then, one doctor's appointment changes everything. The handsome gynaecologist who examines her awakens feelings she has spent years burying. But the next morning, Chloe discovers a shocking truth. Her mysterious doctor is Richard Thomson—the newly appointed CEO of her company. And he happens to be her husband's closest friend. Richard has wanted Chloe since the first time he saw her, but he buried his feelings because she belonged to William. Now, she works directly beneath him, and keeping their attraction professional becomes nearly impossible. Every stolen glance and private encounter pulls Chloe deeper into a forbidden world she never expected to enter. Then, she discovers her husband's devastating secret. William isn't simply neglecting her. He's been secretly involved with Rachel—Chloe's own sister. Heartbroken, Chloe finally realizes that she was never the problem. She simply gave her love to the wrong man. Richard wants to show her what it means to be desired, cherished, and truly loved. But their forbidden attraction could cost them their careers, families, friendships, and reputations. Will Chloe remain trapped in the marriage that destroyed her—or risk everything for the man who has always wanted her? And this is only the beginning. If you love forbidden romance, powerful CEOs, betrayal, intense chemistry, and mature love stories, stay tuned for several more addictive stories just like this one!

"That b*tch messed with the wrong wife!" An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Hell hath no fury than... A Woman Scorned!

Two years ago, my father sold me to a billionaire. Delson Ford owns me. My body. My time. My silence. He fucks me like I'm furniture and calls it marriage. The only thing he doesn't control is my work. In the ER, I'm a doctor. Not a wife or a victim. Then Elijah Roosevelt comes in bleeding. He's a mob boss. He's my husband's greatest enemy. And he has a condition that makes pain feel like pleasure. He refuses anesthetic. He watches me stitch his wounds with a smile. And when he gets hard on my table, I can't look away. Now he's requested me as his personal doctor. Now he's in my space. In my head. He says I'm his to protect. He says my husband won't touch me ever again. But Elijah Roosevelt doesn't protect anything without owning it first. And I'm starting to want him too.

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.