Divorcing the Billionaire: Too Late to Beg

"You don't get to walk away this time, Susan. You're mine now, until I say you've suffered enough." "What did I do to you?!" "Live with me long enough... and you'll remember." She said "I do" to save her mother's life... But she didn't know she was walking into the arms of a man who wanted nothing more than her ruin. Edward: She disappeared after the accident. Left me in pain, in a wheelchair, and buried under the wreckage of the life I once had. Now she's back, broke, vulnerable, and desperate enough to marry a man she doesn't know. That man is me. She thinks I'm her miracle. But I'm the man whose life she destroyed. And I plan to break her piece by piece... until she begs me for mercy I won't give. Susan: I thought I was saving my mother. I never imagined I was marrying a man who already knew me... and hated me. He looks at me with disgust. Accuses me of things I don't know about. I'm trapped in his house, in his cold silence, in a marriage that feels like punishment. But something tells me there's more to his story. And if I don't uncover the truth soon, it might be too late, for both of us. A forced marriage. A broken past. One secret that changes everything. Can love rise from the ashes of revenge? Or will it all burn again?

"I'm not," she lied. He chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "Liar." She smirked, shaking her head. "And what if I am?" His gaze dropped to her lips. "Then I should help you relax." The air between them shifted, thick with unspoken tension. She knew where this was going- and she wanted it to go there. Then he closed the distance. His lips brushed against hers, teasing at first, testing. But the moment she sighed into him, he claimed her-his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was deep, hungry, like he was tasting something he'd been craving for a long time. Viva clutched at his shirt, losing herself in the sensation. His mouth moved against hers with a slow, intoxicating rhythm, his fingers gripping her hips as if grounding himself in the moment. She pulled away for air, but he chased her lips, nipping lightly at her bottom lip before smirking. "Out of breath already?" His voice was teasing, low, full of amusement. Viva could barely think, let alone speak. He leaned in, brushing his lips over her jaw, then whispered against her skin- "Then you shouldn't have tasted so good." Her stomach tightened, her breath hitching. Maybe this was crazy. Maybe she'd regret it in the morning. But right now, with his hands on her and the heat between them threatening to consume her- She didn't care. Tonight, she wasn't the girl who had been discarded. Tonight, she was the one being wanted. Viva swallowed hard, her body already responding to the heat between them. Her heart thundered as she met his gaze-heated, electric, and filled with something she had never seen in Nathan's eyes. Want. Lust. Obsession. His hands trailed down her back, palms rough against her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel every inch of his arousal. A gasp escaped her lips, but he swallowed it with another kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting, exploring, devouring. "You taste addictive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot, his voice thick with want. She let out a shaky exhale as his hands roamed further, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid it up, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin, making her arch against him, slowly his tongues licks through her thighs, she was shivering, she knows exactly were the journey of his tongue was about to end, and just before he buried his tongues in-between , her legs that were raised just above his head, he asked "Do you want this?" he asked, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a deep, husky whisper. "Yes," she breathed, no hesitation, no second thoughts. That was all he needed.

Vengeance is hers, not God's. Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell. Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him. Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite. Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?

Kim Evelyn-known to those closest to her as Ivy-never imagined her third wedding anniversary would turn into a nightmare. Her husband, Rico, didn't just betray her-he brought his mistress into their bed. The pain and humiliation scorched her heart, leaving her no choice but to walk away from the home that once symbolized their love. But Ivy's escape led her into a night that would change everything. Beneath the glimmering lights of an upscale bar, she met Joshua Miller-a dangerously charming man with a captivating smile and an offer too tempting to resist. Revenge. Sweet, calculated revenge. But there was a catch: Ivy had to surrender herself to a game far more seductive than anything she'd ever imagined. As vengeance ignited and passion flared, the line between game and reality began to blur. Dark secrets loomed. Hidden dangers stirred. And Ivy was forced to make an impossible choice-move forward and risk losing everything, or retreat into the scars of her past. Can Ivy take control of this wicked game? Or will she end up the pawn-consumed by desire, ambition, and a betrayal more dangerous than the one she fled?

[Divorce + Empowered Female Lead + Hidden Identity + Regretful Ex] After the divorce, Alexander Brooks regretted it so much he could barely stand it! How did his formerly dull and uninteresting ex-wife unexpectedly become so impressive? The nation's top actor treats her like his sister, powerful elites can't stop thinking about her, and rising tech stars call her their mentor... Not only that, but the miracle doctor, top-tier hacker, and world-class pianist he'd spent years searching for? All her. Alexander rekindles his determination and embarks on the long road to win back his ex-wife. To his relentless persistence, Eira Johnson responds: Him? Too broke for me. Not my type anymore.

Three years ago, billionaire Theodore Chambers handed Victoria Ellis divorce papers with cold eyes and colder words-all for the sake of his first love, Isabella Waters. Victoria didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply signed her name, walked out of that golden cage, and disappeared from the world of the rich. What the world didn't expect. Was for the discarded ex-wife to rise from the ashes-not as a socialite, but as the world's most sought-after reconstructive mortician. Behind every high-profile crime scene and closed casket, she was the one restoring dignity to the dead-and building a name powerful enough to shake law enforcement and the elite alike. Now, at a funeral of all places, their paths cross again. She stands beside another man, radiant, untouchable. He watches in disbelief-his ex-wife, no longer his. "You handle corpses every day. Aren't you afraid of bad luck?" he growls, grabbing her wrist. She smiles coldly. "In my heart, the grass over your grave has already grown two meters tall." But fate has one final card to play. When Victoria finds Theodore lying in a pool of blood, clutching an old photo of her, everything unravels. Was it too late after all? Or is love just another body she's not willing to reconstruct?