The Wife He Broke

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

The Alpha of Winterhaven is dead. He is now resting in the bosom of the moon goddess. We will commence the burial of the late Alpha; afterwards, a new Alpha will be chosen. I heard the pack Orator announce the death of my beloved husband. He was kind, patient, and a loving man. My aunt had volunteered me to the pack to become their omega as a gratitude for saving her life when she was attacked by rogues. He was an honest man who loved his pack dearly and must do anything to save us all. He married me after the late queen died and he needed a true companion. The little days I spent with him before prostate cancer took him away like a grain of sand from my hands. Man of war, as we fondly call him, has four quadruplet sons. When I was an omega, they ridiculed me a lot and bullied me every day and night, and killed me. But now, I'm back but not as a weak omega with no wolf, but reborn as a powerful Luna. My vengeance begins!

Trina Montenegros, the illegitimate child of her father and engaged with the son of the Dela Vegas group. She is a fashion designer, but she is accused of stealing someone else's design, so Darren Dela Vegas sends her to Paris to avoid any trouble. But what if your only husband on paper falls for you? Darren tries to chase after Trina because he doesn't want her to be far from him. But in an event, in an accident, he will forget you? After seven years, she comes back as a successful designer, and she will no longer allow her stepsister to look down on her. Little did you know, your husband, whom you thought was trying to forget you because of what happened, couldn't remember you. Is there still hope for him to love her again? Or will he remain a heartless and grumpy CEO? Will he still remember his wife, or will he still mistake her head over heels for him?

Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. **** Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor. Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

SHE COULD DESTROY A FAMILY WITHOUT RAISING A FINGER. ~~~ WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Adelaide has been scorned by her father since the day she was born, destined to be cared for and raised by a servant, far from the comforts of her family. When her sister Nadia elopes with her lover just two days before her wedding to the billionaire Egil Arrabal, their father forces Adelaide to fulfill the commitment made fifteen years ago with that ruthless and arrogant CEO she has heard about all her life. Sentenced to become the substitute wife of the eldest son of the Arrabal family, Adelaide steps into an uncertain future where death, betrayal, and revenge will test her resilience. Will she manage to escape unscathed from the clutches of this man? What must she do to pay for her sister's elopement and prevent the downfall of her family's name? **This is a translation of the novel in Spanish titled "La esposa sustituta del CEO." If you find any mistakes, I hope you'll forgive me; I will be constantly working to improve and provide more engaging work. Thank you very much.

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama. Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing. "I want you out of my life." Cool. Noemi could do that. "Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?" "Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever." She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."

He looked right through me. Alpha Damon, my fated mate, saw only a cursed, scentless servant unworthy of his notice. His rejection was a cold blade to the heart. Then, blood and chaos shattered everything. A rogue attack broke the curse binding my true Alpha power, revealing the wolf he’d scorned. Now, he sees me. Now, he wants me. The pursuit has begun – fierce, desperate, possessive. He tries apologies, demands, even force, driven by the bond he denied. But I am not the broken girl he remembers. He will learn that earning forgiveness from the Luna he brutalized means bowing before the power he dismissed. The chase is on, but this time, I set the rules.

My younger brother, Luke, committed suicide after being falsely accused of plagiarizing Layla's brother's music. My own life was a living hell. I was a respected music critic, but now I was the sister of "the plagiarist." My reputation was in tatters. My colleagues whispered behind my back, and my articles were dismissed as the ramblings of a biased, grieving relative. The one person who had always stood by me was my husband, Julian, a successful music producer. We had been together since college, and he was my rock, my refuge in the storm. I thought he would believe me. But, he didn't. But the real betrayal came the evening, just another day of being ridiculed online, I came home to find Julian on the phone. His voice was low and urgent, laced with a coldness I had never heard before. "The case is closed, Layla. It’s over," he said. "The evidence has been submitted. No one will ever know that it was your brother who plagiarized Luke's music."

My husband's ex got kidnapped with me. The guy gave him a choice. "Your ex or your wife. Pick one." Maverick didn't even flinch. He chose her and walked off. After that, hell broke loose. I got tortured till I died. Much later, Maverick decided I was worth remembering. Sent people to find me. Too late. I was already rotting in a dump.