DIVORCED BY EX, NOW HIS RIVAL'S QUEEN
He told me I was nothing, stripped me of my worth, broke my body and soul, and threw me out like trash. His rival taught me I was everything and crowned me his Queen.
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For nine years, I stood by Vincent's side, as his efficient and loyal assistant, helping him build the empire he inherited from his father while secretly and hopelessly head-over-heels in love with him.
But after his first love, Chloe, a money-hungry, manipulative, lying bitch left him without a word and a night I wished never happened, a pregnancy, a forced marriage he loathed me for, and three years of living hell followed.
Three years of turning me into his personal punching bag, breaking my body and my soul with each touch. His every word, a reminder that I was nothing but a worthless, disposable stand-in for the woman he truly desired.
And when Chloe finally returned, tearfully claiming she'd been forced to raise their three-year-old son alone, Vincent saw his 'true family 'and threw me out like I was less than the dirt beneath his designer shoe.
That night, broke, jobless and homeless, I was found bruised and helpless in the middle of the road by Alistair Kincaid, a man with a dark past and a massive personal score to settle with the Ashford family.
He didn't just save me. He offered me a home at his side, claiming me beautifully and passionately. He took the shattered pieces of my soul and rebuilt it with his love.
He taught me how to rise from the ashes, gave me my voice back, and showed me how to make kings kneel.
Now I wear his crown.
And my ex?
He’ll wish he never threw me away.
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Chapter: Chapter 13.~ Alistair’s POV ~“No, I’m here to ask you to marry me.”The words hang between us, and for a second, nothing happens. She just stares at me like I’ve suddenly grown two goddamn heads.Her eyes go wide. Her mouth opens. Then closes and opens again, like her brain is lagging behind her ears, trying to catch up, trying to make sense of something that doesn’t make sense.I’m not surprised by her reaction. I know exactly how this sounds. How it looks.I know exactly how fucking insane it is to walk into a hospital room and drop a proposal like it’s a business pitch.But what I don’t expect is what the look in her eyes does to me.She is so different from ten years ago.Fuck.I can’t think about that. Not right now. Not when I need her to say yes to this.Because this is the only way to get what I want, although that is not entirely the reason.Suddenly, she starts laughing. Actually laughing. It’s not the kind of laugh that sounds happy, though. It’s the kind of laugh that sounds like sh
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter 12~ Sienna’s POV ~ Time passes so quickly, as though the entire universe is on my side. I have been awake for the past ten minutes, sitting on my bed and trying to distract my mind from thinking about what I’m about to do. Outside, the cherry blossom trees rustle as the gentle morning breeze blows through them. I lift my hand and catch a pink petal drifting into my room. “God, please let my days from today be as peaceful as spring,” I pray. At exactly nine o’clock a.m., a nurse comes in. Not Dr. Iris. This time, it is someone new with tired eyes and a name tag that says “Maria.” “Good morning, Miss Hayes,” she greets with a smile. I respond with a smile of my own. She tells me that she is here to accompany me for my tests before helping me into a wheelchair. Not that I need it, but she insists. Just as she is about to wheel me out of the room, my heart begins to beat faster than normal. “Are you okay, ma’am?” Maria asks, as though she senses my anxiety. “Yeah,” I li
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: Chapter 11~ Sienna’s POV ~“Sienna! Where are you?SIENNA!”Vincent’s singsong voice echoes through every corner of the house as he looks for me, like I’m some toy he wants to play with.My breathing turns shallow when I hear him getting closer and closer to the closet I’m hiding in.Soon, the cabinet doors fly open, and Vincent stands in front of me with a twisted smile on his face.“Got you.”Oh no.His hand grabs my hair as he yanks me out of the closet. I try to fight back. I always do, even though it never works.“How dare you talk back to me?”“Vincent, enough.”“You’re useless,” he says. I can’t see his face, but I can feel him. His hands on my head. “I’m the reason you are who you are today. I am the reason your sister has a shot at life, and you dare talk back to me?!”“Vincent, that’s enough, please,” I beg, because that’s what I always do.I beg.And he laughs.“You think you can act however you want because my father favours you? Fine, let’s see if he can save you now.”He wraps bot
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: Chapter 10.~ Sienna’s POV ~ “You’re pregnant” Dr Iris’ words echo countless times in my head. They don’t make sense. They can’t make sense. The air in the room suddenly vanishes as though it’s been sucked out by the vents, by the walls, by the horrific reality of what Dr. Iris just said. You’re Pregnant. But that’s impossible, I can’t be pregnant. Vincent makes sure that I take birth control pills each time he fucks me, he practically forces it down my throat if I try to resist. So how did this happen? I placed my hand on my stomach. It’s flat. Nothing about it has changed. It feels the same as it did yesterday. It feels the same as it did when I walked out of that penthouse. There has to be a mistake. Yes, the test results has to be wrong. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. The movement makes the room spin, but I don’t care. “Check it again. You’re wrong. You have to be wrong.” Dr. Iris looks at me with a calm, professional look “The tests are conclusive, Sienna. Your HCG leve
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Chapter 9.~ Sienna’s POV ~ Is this what death feels like? Just some cold, empty black hole where everything smells like bleach and antiseptic with that annoying beeping sound. My head hurts as though someone keeps smashing it with a hammer. Every inch of my body hurts. My arms, my legs. I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they’ve been glued shut. They are heavy, like I’ve been sleeping for a hundred years. I guess I’m not dead. Dead people don’t feel pain. Dead people don’t feel like they got run over by a truck. Beep. Beep. Beep. That sound. It’s a goddamn rhythmic beeping that makes my heart race. I finally force my eye open and all is see is white as bright blinding lights shine into my eyes, almost forcing me to squeeze them shut again instantly. “Fuck,” I groan, my throat dry. I blink rapidly until the room comes into focus. White. Everything is white. The walls are white even the bed I’m currently lying in is covered in white sheets. An IV line snaking from my arm to a b
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
Chapter: Chapter 8.~ Alistair's Pov~ The air in my dimly lit exclusive hotel suite is thick with the scent of coconut and white florals. Brielle, a sub is already on her knees in front of me wearing a black lingerie set with her hands resting obediently on her thighs. She is a professional at what she does, which is to take whatever it is given to her by men who have too much money and too many demons. I am seated on the black sofa with a glass of whiskey in my hand. My blood is too hot. It feels like battery acid running through my veins. Despite taking everything away from Thomas Miller, I feel nothing but a restless, violent itch under my skin. I need to scratch it. I need to tear something apart. Brielle unbuckles my belt while I take a sip from my glass. She shoves my trousers down, freeing my length. I am already hard—a painful, throbbing erection that has nothing to do with arousal. I don't do vanilla sex. I prefer the rough and primal kind of release. She leans forward a
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
The Divorcee's Redemption
"Just sign the document”
His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open.
The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin.
DIVORCE AGREEMENT.
The words stare back at me.
My gaze drops to the signature line.
And there is, staring deep into my soul
His signature and name.
He has signed the goddamn papers.
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What happens when you walk in on your husband having sex with his ex on your birthday??
Cruel right?
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Elena Carter loved her husband with all her heart, all her body, and with all her soul. She married him, and gave him everything a man can dream of. But what did she get in return?
She got rewarded with a cold, heart ripping divorce after she walks in on him sleeping with his ex on her birthday.
He is cruel. He is unfaithful. And he is now choosing his ex over her. A nightmare she never dreamed of. Unable to endure his bullshit any longer, she gives in to what he wants.
She signed the divorce papers.
Now, she is picking up the pieces of her life. She has vowed never to love any man again. Men are scum, and she will not be bitten twice.
But what happens when Sebastian Vale, the sexy demigod of a billionaire CEO, shows up and turns into the man who begins to plague her mind? Will she open her heart once again? Or will she allow the hurt from her past keep her from mending her broken heart?
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Chapter: Chapter 15: First Day in Hell.~Elena’s POV~ Today is my first day at work, and already, I feel like I’m walking into the seventh circle of hell. The nerves hit me the second my alarm went off this morning, and Isa's teasing certainly didn’t help. Neither did my damn brain, which played the events of that night on repeat, torturing me like some sadistic movie director. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Sebastian Vale. My Boss I remember the way his gray eyes locked onto mine every time I shut my eyes. The way his hands gripped my waist, firm, possessive. The way his mouth tasted like whiskey and mint as I leaned in and kissed him. The slow, consuming way his mouth claimed mine that made me weak in the knees. I groan and shove the memory away. It was nothing. A mistake. A drunk, stupid, reckless mistake. Except my body doesn’t seem to agree with me. I focus on getting ready for work. I put on a highwaisted black skirt, a fitted navyblue blouse and a pair of black heels sharp enough to stab s
Last Updated: 2025-09-12
Chapter: Chapter 14: Please Tell Me That Didn’t Happen.
~Elena’s POV~ Pain. That is the first thing I register. A head pounding what-the-actual-fuck level of pain. It's a full-scale attack on my skull, hammering away like my brain personally offended the gods of tequila and they’re exacting their revenge with a damn jackhammer. The second thing I register? My stomach. It’s currently staging a full-scale rebellion, twisting and turning like it’s ready to eject every ounce of last night’s poor decisions. I groan, rolling onto my side. I barely crack one eye open only to come face to face with Isa, who is grinning like she just won the goddamn lottery with her head propped on her hand. Oh no. That look never means anything good. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to the universe to rewind time. Pleading with my brain to try everything in its power to remember the events of last night. "Please, please tell me I didn’t do something stupid." Isa hums, stretching like a cat. “Sooo…” She draws the word out, her voice practically singing
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Chapter: Chapter 13: She is in my head and I fucking hate it.~ Sebastian's Pov ~ I’m not supposed to be thinking about her. Not here. Not now. Not ever. I should be drinking, flirting, and losing myself in a woman’s mouth or pussy by now. That is the point of tonight: To let loose. Instead, I'm sitting here in my VIP booth in the club playing with the glass of whiskey in my hand. A woman sits beside me. She leans closer to my side like she wants to whisper into my ear. Her perfume is sickly sweet. Her nails scratch lightly over my skin as she runs her hands on my arm. I feel the heat of her body as she whispers something about a private room. But, I don’t hear her. Because my mind is elsewhere. On the face I was not expecting to see staring back at me when I went through the list of applicants for my new personal assistant. The last one I had who had been with me for three years decided to resign without much warning. Said she wanted a “less intense environment.” whatever that meant. A week later, I learnt that she was working in a st
Last Updated: 2025-03-24
Chapter: Chapter 12~ Elena’s POV ~ After completing the necessary procedures to finalise my employment, I enter the nearest restroom to relax my nerves. My heart is still jackhammering as I lean on the door of the restroom stall. My entire body burns like I just walked through fire and somehow came out whole and I don’t trust my legs to carry me all the way to my car. I got the job. The words don’t feel real, so I say them out loud just to make them sink in. “I got the job.” My hand is already in my bag searching for my phone before the disbelief wears off. There is only one person I need to call. Isa picks up on the second ring. Her voice is a mix of fatigue and espresso-shot energy. In the background, I hear the buzz of her studio. “Tell me everything, babe.” I laugh, a shaky sound. “I got it.” Isa lets out a squeal so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “Shut. Up. You’re lying. No, you’re not lying because I hear it in your voice. Oh my God, Leni!” I grin helplessly. “I start Mo
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: Chapter 11: What the hell have I gotten myself into?
~Elena’s Pov ~ "Are you seriously going to keep acting like you don't remember me?" I finally let it out, unable to bear the charade any longer. My voice comes out sharper than I intended, as I'm unable to hide my annoyance anymore. He looks at me putting on this confused look that's almost believable. Almost. "Excuse me?" He says like he's trying to place me, but something about his voice sounds fake. I lean forward, pressing my hands flat against my thighs to stop them from doing anything stupid like yanking off all his hair. “I believe you owe me an apology after spilling a drink on me and walking away without so much as a 'sorry.'" “Oh, you're that woman from the airport,” The corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk, and this time he doesn't try to hide it. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers again in a way that's becoming annoyingly familiar. "You have quite a mouth, Miss Carter." "Better than having no manners, Mr. Vale." The words hang in the ai
Last Updated: 2025-02-24
Chapter: Chapter 10: Interview with the Devil.~ Elena's pov ~ The moment I open the doors and step into the office, my stomach drops like I just stepped off a Ferris wheel. This office is insane, but in a good and luxurious way. The room is big with ceilings so high I have to crane my neck to see it. The walls are painted this light gray color that somehow looks both cold and warm at the same time. Giant floor to ceiling windows cover one whole wall, showing off the city like it's a painting. I'm left to wonder what the view will look like when the sun goes down. Two huge chandeliers hang above me, all bronze and frosted glass, casting this golden light that makes everything look expensive. Really expensive. But what makes my mouth go dry is the platform in the middle of the room. There's this massive wooden desk up there; a dark mahogany with gold trim that probably costs more than Isa's entire apartment. Behind it, there is a chair which looks more like a king's throne than office furniture. The sound of my heels as I mov
Last Updated: 2025-02-23
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