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"I won't be your backup plan anymore, Hudson," Aza whispers. In a world where arrogance and possessiveness reign supreme, Aza finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage to the powerful CEO billionaire Hudson Whitmore. But when she discovers that she's merely a stand-in for his true love, Caroline-who everyone knows as Coco Ashley-Aza's world shatters. As Coco reenters Hudson's life, determined to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Aza faces the ultimate betrayal. When Hudson threatens divorce, Aza is left with nothing but the burning desire to regain control of her life and get revenge on Hudson. But as Aza finds herself drawn to unexpected allies and discovers an inner strength she never knew she possessed, she realizes that her fight for redemption and revenge is far from over. With every twist and turn, she learns that true love isn't about possession but finding the courage to love oneself. In "Aza's Search for Redemption from Her Billionaire Husband" Aza Finds Redemption, embark on a journey of romance, revenge, and resilience in this contemporary tale of love, loss, and the power of redemption. Will Aza conquer her demons and emerge victorious, or will Hudson's possessive grip keep her tethered to the past? Find out in this gripping novel that explores the depths of human emotion and the triumph of the human spirit.
"What exactly are you trying to tell me?" I muster, my voice strained as I fight to hold back the tears threatening to betray me.
Hudson's piercing, icy blue eyes narrow, his jaw clenched in a tight expression of irritation. "You're not grasping the situation, Aza," he retorts, his voice loaded with condescension. "Caroline is back in town. Coco is back."
His words hit me like a freight train, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me gasping for air.
"How do you know?" I ask though I am sure I already know the answer. "How do you know she is back in town? Did you see her?"
Hudson strides across the expanse of our penthouse kitchen to where I am sitting. His movements are tense as he stands behind me, peering out onto the terrace. The night sky is illuminated with the brilliant glow of the city lights.
After a moment of silence, he whirls back to face me, a smirk drawing up the corners of his lips.
"Yes. I saw her last night," he admits, his voice flat and cold. His absence from our penthouse had become a norm, his late nights a predictable pattern that I had grown accustomed to, so last night's deviation from routine hadn't set off any alarms until now.
Caroline "Coco" Ashley, the woman Hudson had once yearned for, the one he'd incessantly held up as the standard against which I could never measure, the one he'd wanted to wed but had been rejected by-she was back. And I, I was merely her substitute for all the last ten years.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I struggle to maintain my composure. "You saw her? In public? Do you realize what this could mean if the press caught wind of it?"
I've long known I could never rival Coco with her affluence, allure, and effortless charm. Yet, I also know that Hudson couldn't afford a scandal. It would be a media frenzy if the papers got a whiff of the married Hudson Whitmore gallivanting about with the infamous Coco Ashley.
Hudson looms over me, his towering frame casting a shadow over mine. His eyes blaze with emotions as he meets my gaze.
"How stupid do you think I am?" he answers sharply.
"I am the one you married, the one that said yes," I counter, my voice trembling with a combination of fury and anguish. "You made vows to me, Hudson. Promised to love and honor me, for better or for worse."
Hudson's expression hardens, his features twisted with contempt. "Those vows were a mistake," he declares. "You knew the situation. You knew who I was."
"So, what? Coco reappears, and suddenly, you're running back to her? What makes you think she won't reject you again?" I push, unsure of what to say or how to put my emotions into the right words.
But instead of escalating, Hudson's glare relaxes, and he steps away, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. "I never loved you, Aza. You were a convenient diversion-a way to pass the time. You were my backup plan."
My eyes search his for any sign of the man I fell in love with, who swept me off my feet. But that man is gone.
"You fulfilled the part that I needed. You served your purpose, Aza. And now we are finished," he states impassively as he pours himself a scotch.
Hudson's words land like a blow to the gut, the pain as real as any physical injury. I've sacrificed everything for this man-my career, my dreams, my dignity-and in return, he's treated me as nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game of love and power.
I watch him swirl the two ice cubes in his crystal tumbler, our crystal tumbler, a wedding gift from my cousin, and ask, "What purpose was that exactly Hudson? What purpose did I fulfill?"
With an unimaginable casualness that I almost cannot bear, Hudson settles onto the chair at the eating nook with me, reaching for his tablet as if the matter is settled. But a fire ignites within me, burning away the remnants of my former complacency.
From the moment I met Hudson, I was in love. Ten years ago, he had been charming and captivating, seemingly as much in love with me as I was with him. He swept me off my feet, whisking me away on romantic getaways and showering me with affection.
I first heard the name Coco Ashley whispered when we started dating, but I was too in love to pay attention. The whispers got louder when our engagement was reported in the New York Times, and I finally mustered the nerve to question him.
"So, who is the Coco Ashely I keep hearing about," I asked, laying naked in his arms.
Hudson brushed a whisp of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. He smiled and laughed a soothing chuckle. "We dated. I asked her to marry me. She said no. End of story."
But it wasn't the end of the story. The ghost of Coco Ashley loomed larger and larger, her presence a constant reminder of my inadequacy. Hudson would compare the clothes I bought to what Coco would wear, the food I would order, and my friends- all could never compare to Coco.
I don't know the exact moment when I realized that she was Hudson's great love, not me, but it was not long after that night. For ten years, I've been second best, but I refuse to play the role of backup any longer.
With every fiber of my being, I promise silently to fight back-to unleash the full force of my fury upon Hudson Whitmore and anyone else who dares to underestimate me.
I may have been knocked down, but I'll be damned if I don't rise from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever before.
"I won't be your backup plan anymore, Hudson," I vow, my voice a whisper that echoes with newfound will.
In the heart of New York City during the late 19th century, the luxurious era of The Gilded Age paints a portrait of extravagance and privilege. Among the towering mansions and bustling streets, Sadie Sinclair, the embodiment of wealth and sophistication, graces the halls of the illustrious Sinclair mansion. Poised to inherit her family's vast fortune, Sadie is a vision of grace and poise, yet beneath her composed exterior lies a heart torn between duty and desire. Sadie's father, Mr. Edward Sinclair, looms large over her life, his stern visage a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon her. A shrewd businessman and pillar of New York's elite society, Mr. Sinclair is determined to secure his family's legacy at any cost. Though he loves Sadie deeply, his affections are tempered by a rigid adherence to societal norms and his recently deceased wife, forcing him to orchestrate a marriage for his daughter that will cement their place among the city's elite. Enter Charles Harrington, a suitor handpicked by Mr. Sinclair to become Sadie's future husband. With his impeccable lineage and considerable wealth, Charles symbolizes the model of social success. Yet beneath his charming facade lies a calculating ambition. His interest in Sadie is fueled not by love but by the prospect of furthering his own fortunes through marriage to the Sinclair heiress. Meanwhile, within the confines of the Sinclair mansion, Elsie Brooks navigates the intricate web of servitude and secrecy that defines her existence as the family's parlor maid. A woman of quiet strength and unwavering integrity, Elsie starkly contrasts the glittering world of wealth and privilege surrounding her. Despite her humble origins, Elsie captures Sadie's heart with her intellect, kindness, and quiet resilience, igniting a forbidden passion that threatens to unravel the carefully constructed facade of high society. As Sadie and Elsie's secret romance unfolds against the backdrop of New York's social elite, they find themselves entangled in a web of deception and desire, where love and ambition collide with devastating consequences. Caught between duty and desire, tradition and authenticity, Sadie and Elsie must navigate a treacherous path to happiness, where the stakes are higher than they ever imagined. "Affairs of Gilded Love" weaves a tale of love, longing, and sacrifice in the glittering world of The Gilded Age, where secrets lurk behind every gilded facade and true happiness is a prize worth fighting for.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
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Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"