Ex-husband Unmasked: He's A Billionaire

Winter Wesley is the most popular celebrity in New York. With her beauty and great acting skills, many people really admire her. Not until her grandfather forced her to marry a poor man named Matthew. Winter despised him so much. Her family treats him like a servant each day. But what will happen if they suddenly find out that the penniless man Winter married is none other than the son of the Wealthiest man in New York who is believed to die twenty years ago?

"Know your place." "I only married you out of pity, don't try to cross your boundary." "Let me take the credit for this, madam. You're the wife of the heir; you don't need these small scraps." The hurtful words, neglect, and humiliation were everything Ava McQueen was used to, but who told her to be in love with this man? 25-year-old Ava McQueen only wanted one thing: To get back her husband's love and be worthy to stand by his side, but what she got instead was his cold back and the ridicule from his family. Ethan McQueen, the charismatic heir of the McQueen Empire, had only married her to look good in front of his grandfather, the aging patriarch of the McQueens, Kenneth, but his heart was solely for his childhood friend and first love, Victoria Blackwood... or so he thought. Abandoned and trapped in a loveless marriage as a replacement for a woman she'd never measure up to, mistreated by her husband and his family, belittled at work, she presses on, steadfast in her love... until she lost the one thing she'd gained from her love... her baby. Ava seeks a divorce and, determined to forget Ethan completely, she leaves, and suddenly, Ethan sees she's not who he thought she was. Because the woman who was trampled and thought to be a helpless orphan golddigger was actually a billionaire heiress! Determined to topple his empire, as hidden truths and dangers surface, Ethan realizes he might have lost a gem while hoarding stones, and she might be the key to his sanity. But will Ava help him find the solace he craves? Or will she tear everything down and let him be swallowed by the darkness he once trapped her in?

Lyra Jenkins’ heart is shattered, devoid of hope and her world in tatters with the guilt of everyone perceiving her as the murderer of her beloved father. However, she finds solace in the arms of an unexpected lover, Caleb Sawyer. But her respite is short-lived, as he callously chooses another woman over her, leaving her reeling in a deep dilemma of despair. Then the bitter ashes of betrayal and rejection settle in, and she resolves to reveal her true identity, driven by a thirst for revenge. In this bleak world, can Lyra find redemption? Can she break free from this toxic cycle, or will the shadows of her past forever define her future? Will she give him a second chance if he seeks forgiveness? Hell no! Second chances are not meant for scumbags like him.

A night of heartbreak. A stranger in the dark. A secret that will change everything. When Tilda Grant discovers she was pregnant, her life became in danger. Tilda had already lost everything to her husband, James. James had secretly divorced her and was having a secret affair with her half-sister, Kristie. Tilda was devastated and the night she got drunk, she ended up on the bed of a stranger. She flee, and five years later, she returns, a determined single mother of quadruplets, ready to rebuild her life and uncover the pressing secret of the paternity of her kids. She never expected to cross paths with Oscar Gray, a cold yet dangerously captivating businessman—nor did she know he was connected to her past in ways she couldn't imagine. Oscar Gray must honor his grandfather, and make Tilda his wife. Just as Tilda begins to open her heart again, James resurfaces, claiming the children as his own. In a dramatic twist, Tilda discovers that Oscar Gray is the stranger from that night. Now, caught between two powerful men—one who deceived her, and one who unknowingly changed her life—Tilda must fight for her family, her love, and the truth. Will she trust Oscar, the man who was always meant to be hers? Or will James steal her future just as he stole her past?

Nineteen-year-old Hannah Jones has always been the unwanted daughter—overlooked, undervalued, and sacrificed for her family's sake. When her father's company faces bankruptcy, she's forced to marry billionaire Elijah Martinez in place of her spoiled younger sister, Janet. Framed by her own family as a jealous schemer, Hannah endures cold indifference from Elijah and cruelty from his family. Broken and alone, she finally escapes, leaving the country, her toxic family, and her loveless marriage behind. Seven years later, Hannah returns as a successful writer and designer with twin children and a fortune of her own. She's ready to divorce Elijah and close that painful chapter forever. But Elijah, who spent years searching for her after uncovering the truth, refuses to let her go. He's determined to win the heart of the woman he once ignored even if she no longer needs him. "You're still my wife, Hannah. You're not going anywhere." "Your wife? I have more money than your entire family now, Elijah. I don't need you or your name anymore."

After being publicly betrayed by her unfaithful ex-boyfriend and her two-faced best friend, Ariana is determined not to show up at their high-society wedding alone. In a moment of desperation, she heads to the Rosewood Hotel to hire a professional actor to play the part of her devoted, successful new boyfriend. However, a case of mistaken identity leads her to "hire" the wrong man. Enter Adrian Sterling: a cold, powerful billionaire who is actually at the hotel to close a multi-million dollar deal. Intrigued by Ariana’s fiery spirit and her ridiculous proposition, Adrian decides to play along, stepping into the role of a lifetime. As Mark and Lucia grow increasingly suspicious of Adrian’s impossible perfection, Ariana finds herself trapped in a web of lies with a man she can’t control. What started as a one-night play evolves into a high-stakes contract that takes Ariana from her modest life into the exclusive world of Ford City Heights. Between "fake" kisses that feel far too real and a billionaire who refuses to follow her script, Ariana must navigate a world of corporate sabotage and old-money secrets. She wanted a distraction to save face, but she ended up with a storm that is about to rewrite her entire life.

June, a young, naive beauty, lands her dream job as a secretary in New York’s most luxurious hotel, The Grand Hotel. She believes that her life is finally beginning, but unknown to her, the young billionaire CEO Alex Smith demands that she be picked for reasons far beyond her resume. To Mr. Alex Smith, June isn’t just another face, but the girl involved in a tragedy that shattered his life and cost his mother. What was meant for revenge leads to workplace romance and marriage, until Alex’s hurt began to resurface. A tragic accident wipes her memory, offering a second chance full of deception and betrayals. Will they find love again or is this the end for them?

Seven years into my marriage to Sebastian, we had our first child. On Logan's first birthday party, one of the old friends Sebastian had known since prep school rattled a little velvet cup of dice in Logan's face and laughed. "Come on, Mrs. Forsythe, humor us. Let the birthday boy roll. A game. For old times' sake." Logan giggled and slapped at the cup. "If he rolls a six," the groomsman went on, grinning sideways at Sebastian, "Sebastian goes and picks Serena up from the airport tonight. Deal?" The moment I heard her name, my blood went cold. I turned to Sebastian. He'd been keeping in touch with her behind my back. All this time. He caught my eyes. He covered my shaking fingers with his and frowned slightly. "Don't be jealous over nothing. We're all friends. It's just a ride from the airport." And then, without quite meaning to, he nodded. Permission given. Logan laughed and opened his little fist. The dice clattered across the linen. A six. "That's fate!" someone whooped. "Serena's flight lands in two hours. You'll make it!" The room erupted. Glasses up. Backs slapped. Sebastian surrounded. His face softened and he turned and went for the door. Watching his back disappear through that door, I didn't do what I used to do. This seven-year bet of mine — I had lost it, completely.

The doctor said my husband Ethan had dual personality. His primary personality was gentle and devoted. His alter — "Axel" — was reckless and wild. In five years of marriage, every time Axel surfaced, he'd fall for a different woman. Each time, I'd have to pull out our marriage certificate, walk him through our love story from the beginning, just to bring Ethan back. This time, Axel had set his sights on the new dance instructor. I dropped what I was doing at work, ready to go collect him from the psychiatrist's office — same as always. But outside the treatment room, I heard him on the phone with one of his buddies, laughing: "What can I say — I'm a hell of an actor. Five years and she still hasn't caught on." "Besides, why settle for the wife at home when there's so much more fun out there?" The panic I'd been feeling went very, very still. I pulled up my lawyer's number and texted him: Get the divorce papers ready.

My husband Preston smashed up the solo art show I'd spent three years building for Vivian, the poor girl we had sponsored through college. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!" I looked at his furious face and the whole thing struck me as absurd. "Preston. What exactly did I send? I told her that today was the opening of my show and asked her not to call you during it." "She's sick! Why do you have to make every little thing a fight! If anything happens to her because of you — I'll never forgive you." With that, he didn't even glance at me. He turned and bolted back out into the storm. I didn't cry. I didn't even have the energy to be furious. I turned to leave, but in the rain, I ran into Rowan—a classmate from college. He used to be the most popular guy at our school — sweet and hot. But now he was severely injured. The torrential rain had soaked his shirt, revealing his perfect abs beneath. Without hesitation, I took him back to my apartment. Preston showed up pounding on the door, eyes red with rage. "Chloe — I'm gone for an hour and you drag some guy off the street into our bed?" I sneered and stepped in front of Rowan. "If you can play free therapist to some other woman, why can't I try being a philanthropist?"