Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That’s it, Little girl,” he groaned, holding me steady as I trembled. “Take all of me. Every fucking inch.” My brother-in-law had me spread on his office desk, fucking me like he hated me. Pouring all that rage from his fight with my sister into his brutal, relentless thrusts. And this is exactly how I need Dominic Ashcroft. Furious, ruthless, and completely out of control. *** Some sins are too delicious to resist. At twenty-one, Seraphina knows she’s going straight to hell. Her crime? Seducing Dominic Ashcroft—her sister’s husband. The magnetic, silver-haired billionaire who’s twice her age and completely off-limits. While Elena fights breast cancer, Seraphina and Dominic are fighting an attraction that’s burning them both alive. Every stolen glance. Every forbidden touch. Every moment they pretend they can resist each other. Dominic tells himself he’s a good man. A faithful husband. But late at night, it’s not his wife he’s thinking about—it’s the temptation sleeping next door. Seraphina doesn’t pretend to be good. She knows exactly what she wants: the one man she can never have.

I was his wife. His obligation. His biggest mistake. For three years, I stayed silent, watching Liam love another woman while I wasted away beside him. But when he let our baby die without lifting a finger, everything inside me shattered. I walked away—but not to disappear. I walked into a new life. One where I’d find strength, answers… and someone who’d remind me what it feels like to be seen. But the past isn’t done with me. And neither is Liam. Because what ties us together runs deeper than we ever knew. And the man I’m beginning to fall for? He might be the one thing that unravels it all. A heartbreak billionaire romance about betrayal, identity, and a love buried in the ashes of the past.

Synopsis: After discovering her husband cheated on her, Ella Bronx completely woke up from her fantasy of this marriage. Accepting her best friend's invitation, she planned to indulge herself for a night... but her fate was unexpectedly tied to an even more unexpected man, her unfaithful husband's uncle, Collins Arma. To make matters worse, he seemed to have a misunderstanding of her, thinking that she was an evi! woman who wanted to frame him with ulterior motives. Ella puts this matter behind her for the time being and wanted to divorce her husband, Dave Scott, as soon as possible, but was strongly opposed by him. She wanted to get back the job she had given up for marriage and love, but as Dave interfered, no company was willing to accept her, but she still received an offer from a company - Collins' company. How can she get out of this toxic marriage and let Dave and Scarlet, Collins' cunning ex-lover, get the punishment they deserve? And in this process, when she and her husband's uncle both found themselves attracted to each other, how should they face their feelings?

"Every time we make love, I make Sera turn around. From behind, she looks the most like Luna ." My hand froze on the door handle. Through the small glass window, I stared at the face of the man I had loved for three years. He had only ever seen me as a substitute for someone else. In that moment, I felt something inside me shatter. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't burst through the door and demand an explanation. I just turned around and walked back downstairs. My legs felt strange, as if they belonged to someone else. I called Professor Lumiere and accepted her invitation to go abroad. My voice was steady. She couldn't tell that I was dying inside. Later, when Felix chased me all the way to Europe and stood in front of me with red-rimmed eyes, telling me he truly loved me— I gently pushed his hand away. "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't love you anymore."

A year after my twin sister's death, My mum, Alice Hamilton thought it would be a good idea for me to marry my sister's husband for the purpose of business. Knowing fully well that I was far from what he wanted and he was still deeply in love with his wife. “I never-” he interrupted me. “I know you put this in your mother's head but know one thing, you will never be Olivia and you will never take her space. I will never care for you, love you, or see you as my wife” True, I would never be like my sister. She was more beautiful, confident, and fun while I was just a boring girl with a lonely life.

All Dahlia longed for was to be loved by her mate, Derrick Wolfsborne. She sacrificed everything—her dreams, her Pack, her home. All to be his Luna he would dearly cherish, to be the mother of his children, and build a happy life together. But the Alpha wanted the opposite. Forced to marry Dahlia after pressure from his father, he has nothing but iciness to give Dahlia. He only had eyes for another woman, and when his chance came, “Let’s get a divorce.” The emptiness in his voice shattered Dahlia’s heart into pieces beyond repair. “Just for one more month, let me be your wife.” Dahlia begged teary-eyed. He thought it was because she still loved him, clinging to hope that she could still win his heart. He was wrong. All Dahlia wanted now was his seed. To carry his heir in secret, claim her inheritance, and disappear from his life forever. But just that one month alone shifted something in him. Five years later, the Alpha who divorced her without a thought, comes back looking for her. Except this time, Dahlia is no longer the same broken woman he threw away, and she’ll do anything to keep her secret child away from him at all costs. Whatever it takes!

Breaking rules had always come naturally to Yvette, the same as breaking someone's heart. She can easily make a man beg for her. She has all the freedom that she has, all thanks to her twin sister, Yvonne. So, on the day Yvette received a call about her twin’s accident, she found out that Yvonne's husband and billionaire, Clyde Smith, had been cheating on her twin. She saw red. With her twin's death comes a vow Yvette made to herself. She will get her revenge while pretending to be her twin. She will seduce him, make him desperately fall in love with her, and then break him like how he broke her twin sister. She'll get her revenge on Clyde and his mistress. Nobody can resist the alluring and seductive Yvette anyway. After all, she was sure she would never lose in this game she started because there was no way she would ever fall in love with her twin's husband. Or so she thought…

Sloane Mercer has made it her mission to test every limit Professor Dalton Avery sets. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and irresistibly defiant. She turns his lectures into a battlefield of wit and willpower. Dalton prides himself on control. Of his classroom, of his reputation, and especially of his desires. But when Sloane pushes one time too many, the tension between them finally ignites. What begins as a battle for dominance becomes something far more dangerous. An illicit affair burning with passion, power, and the threat of exposure. The closer Dalton gets to losing himself to her, the more he realizes he never had control at all.

My husband had a heart attack on his way to work and died. All I could see was his body when I rushed to the hospital. I was heartbroken and bedridden. When I was about to die, I saw on the news that he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. My bestie cashed the prize money with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my husband faked his death. But I wanted to make his death real this time! “Are you from the funeral home? My husband is dead. We need to plan a cremation for him right away!”

No one knew that three days ago, the aloof CEO in the boardroom, Sophia Monroe, had been tangled up with me in her executive office, going at it for eight intense rounds. I thought Sophia had finally agreed to what I had been asking for. But then she pulled her dress back on, turned around, and disappeared without a trace. She was gone for an entire month. I stayed by Mom's grave for what felt like forever. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with the latest trending news. It was about Sophia's wedding of the century, but I was not the groom. At that moment, I was grateful Mom had not lived long enough to see Sophia's true colors. Before shutting off my phone, I sent her a message. [Monday. Courthouse. Divorce.]