Novel Web Romance & Cerita Ruthless Affair First-Person POV

Blurb: Betrayed by her boyfriend who she had helped build his volatile hockey image, Dahlia is set to prove him wrong when he carelessly makes the remark that she can't find work again in his team if she quits, because all the other players wouldn't get on his bad side. According to him, he held all the cards. But what she doesn't know is that by trying to prove him wrong she will be setting herself up for more than she could have ever bargained. Because the very man she is going into this deal with, wants more than she has to offer.

My husband betrayed me. Not with another woman. With my sister. Vanessa got the wedding, the name, the bed. I got a contract titled "Second Wife Agreement, a nobody. Justin only said it was business. “. Staff were told: “She assists Mrs. Stonia.” . Like I’m furniture.Every morning I bring Vanessa coffee in bed , the bed I was supposed to share with him. Every night I hear them through the wall and count the seconds until I can stop counting.He thinks I’m broken.I’m not broken. I’m planning.Because Justin has one weakness: Cyrus King. His stepbrother. He was cold blooded mafia boss and he runs his empires with an iron fist.He built himself and rose to the top.I plan to make him mine, When he returns from Russia . He'll be staying at my husband's house for a month before my leaving New York.I'll finally seduce him and strike a deal to destroy JUSTIN especially my stepsister. But things took a drastic turn ,when I started to get tangled between them.

"Tell me to stop, Dara. Tell me right now, or I’m going to fúcking ruin you for every other man alive." Rafael’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against my ear, his rough hands pinning my wrists above my head on the cold marble of the kitchen counter. My dress was already torn open at the front, my chest heaving, my heavy breasts aching for his touch. Downstairs, the muffled sounds of the family dinner party continued—the very party thrown to celebrate my upcoming wedding to Joe, his sweet, perfect stepbrother. "Oh fúck! Don't stop," I gasped, arching my back into his searing heat, completely shameless. "Please, Rafael… destroy me." Ten years. I gave ten loyal years to Joe, only to catch him groaning my cousin’s name in a trashy motel room. I was supposed to be the good girl, the forgiving fiancée. But good girls get broken. Bad girls take revenge. "You like being bad for me, little bride?" Rafael murmured, his fingers sliding mercilessly past the lace of my panties, finding me soaked and trembling for him. He bit my bottom lip until I tasted iron, dragging a ragged moan from my throat. "You’re dripping for the wrong brother. Look at me when I take you." When his heavy weight finally buried deep inside me, the white-hot intensity shattered whatever was left of my innocence. Every desperate thrust was a fúck-you to Joe’s betrayal, a dirty, addictive sin that burned away ten years of lies. Now Joe is threatening to expose our filthy secret to the world and I have to choose between keeping my clean reputation, or surrendering completely to the untamed desire that owns my body and soul.

My billionaire husband Zachary thinks I'm the clueless wife. For years, I let him control everything — the car service, my daughter Zoe's school, even what I wear. Until I found the second phone. And the photos. And the gray sedan following me after I dropped Zoe at school. He's cheating. He's lying. And he thinks I'm too stupid to notice. He's wrong. I'm not the same woman who ate ramen with him in a tiny conference room when Pandora had nothing. Now I have everything — and I'm going to make him watch as I play him at his own game. Divorce? No. Revenge is better.

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.

Adrielle Holt has everything: beauty, brilliance, and a love she believes is worth bleeding for. When her husband needs a transplant, she chooses him – over her dying father. But love doesn’t save her. He cheats. He steals her legacy. Then tosses her aside like a dirty secret. Shattered, she stumbles into a world she was never meant to enter – and meets him. A man made of sin, who dominates her body, feeds her rage, and teaches her how to destroy men with a smile. Now, she’s back with a new name – obscenely richer, achingly beautiful, sharper, untouchable. She’s seducing boardrooms, wrecking careers, burning through billionaires, and slipping between silk sheets and champagne lies. No one knows who she used to be. She’s not after justice. She’s out for obliteration. And by the time she’s done, Adrielle won’t just ruin the man who betrayed her – She’ll make him beg to worship the wreckage.

I caught my husband cheating on Valentine's Day. Hours later, a stranger knocked on my door and changed everything. Five years of marriage. Gone in one night. I found Bryan with another woman in our anniversary suite. The red dress I wore for him suddenly felt like a joke. The apology I rehearsed felt stupid. I ran to a different room, broken and alone. Then Julien appeared. One night with him made me forget five years of pain. His touch was gentle. His eyes saw me. Really saw me. For the first time in my life, I felt alive. But someone was watching us. Now I have a message on my phone. Someone has photos. Someone wants something from me. My husband wants me back. A stranger wants to destroy me. And Julien might be the only person I can trust. But can I trust anyone after what happened? One Valentine's night. Two men. And a secret that could ruin everything. What happens when the person who breaks you isn't the one who saves you?