Rejected Omega, Secret Bride of the Billionaire Lycan

Evia Conway was the perfect billionaire's wife, a docile ornament bound by a ruthless prenuptial agreement that would leave her with nothing if she ever filed for divorce. That was until she found her husband's unlocked iPad and saw the photos of him wrapped around a 22-year-old blonde. The girl was Penelope, a scholarship recipient funded by Evia's own charity foundation. While Evia endured his family's public mockery for being barren, Frederic was secretly transferring two million dollars to buy his mistress a penthouse. He even laughed with his friends at an exclusive club, mocking Evia's devotion. "She is just a useless placeholder. Once Penelope gives birth to my heir, I will throw her out." Penelope even called Evia to flaunt her ultrasound, demanding she quietly disappear or face a public smear campaign. They all thought Evia was just a weak, clueless woman who could be easily discarded. But what Frederic didn't know was that Evia had kept a secret for three years: a medical report proving he was completely sterile. The baby he was destroying his marriage for was a total fraud. Evia didn't shed a single tear. She calmly put on her diamond necklace, smiled her perfect society smile, and opened her hidden encrypted laptop. She had exactly thirty days to surgically dismantle his empire and let him lose everything.

Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box. She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her. The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death. "This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm. Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer. How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her. Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind. "Poison! She's trying to kill me!" Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.

Five years ago, I was married to New York's most powerful billionaire. Then, a massive cheating scandal broke out overnight. Photos of me entering a hotel room with another man were plastered across every screen in the city. My husband, Godfrey, didn't even give me a chance to explain. He looked at me with pure disgust and threw a divorce agreement right in my face. "Sign it and get out." My own family publicly disowned me to save their reputation. I was branded a cheap cheat, thrown out into the freezing winter with absolutely nothing. What Godfrey didn't know was that I had been heavily drugged and framed by my own cousin, Kendal, just so she could take my place by his side. Even worse, his mother had used the chaotic scandal as a smokescreen to try and steal my dead mother's priceless AI patent. They thought they had completely destroyed me, expecting me to rot in the gutters forever. Now, five years later, I am back. Tonight is Kendal and Godfrey's grand engagement gala at the Waldorf Astoria. Standing in the shadows of the second-floor balcony, I look down at the cheering crowd and press a single button on my heavily encrypted phone. The massive screens in the ballroom go black, preparing to broadcast the raw security footage of Kendal locking me in that room. The revenge game has officially begun.

Candice Luna thought her marriage to Julius Hansen was a lifeline to save her father's struggling company. She didn't know it was a death sentence until Julius coldly slid divorce papers across his mahogany desk. His true love, Amina Rowe, was nestled in his arms with a triumphant, mocking smile. The "merger" Julius promised had been a brutal, hostile takeover designed to bleed the Luna Group dry from the inside. Bankrupted and utterly broken, Candice's father stepped off the roof of their corporate tower. Meanwhile, Candice was publicly humiliated, stripped of her dignity, and mocked by all of Wall Street as a discarded stepping stone. She died in a car accident, her final moments consumed by an agonizing, feral scream. She hated herself for letting her blind devotion destroy the father who had always believed in her. But when Candice opened her eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights of a hospital room, she realized she wasn't dead. She was twenty-two again. Three years before the wedding. Three years before her father's suicide. When Julius's assistant walked in holding a bouquet of blue roses to discuss the preliminary merger, he expected a docile, desperate heiress. Instead, Candice grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and flung it directly into his smug face. "Tell Julius Hansen to never, ever send his dogs to my door again." This time, there would be no engagement. This time, the Hansen family would choke on her family's legacy.

For three years, I was nothing but a ghost in my marriage, a pathetic stand-in forced to dress exactly like my billionaire husband's dead fiancée. On our third anniversary, he left me to face armed intruders in our remote estate alone. When I called him begging for help, he mocked me for faking a home invasion for attention and hung up to comfort his mistress. The nightmare only got worse. The next night, my stepmother and half-sister drugged me at a family gala, trying to ruin me by handing me over to a sleazy producer. I escaped into a pitch-black hotel suite, only to be overpowered by a drugged stranger in the dark. Traumatized and covered in bruises, I secretly took an emergency contraceptive pill. When my husband found the crumpled receipt on the floor, he didn't ask if I was hurt or where the violent marks on my neck came from. "You cheap whore. You broke the loyalty contract." He drafted the divorce papers immediately, stripping me of every penny, and ordered me thrown onto the street. He thought without his wealth, I wouldn't survive a day in New York and would come crawling back to him like a dog. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, dropped my diamond ring on his glass table, and walked out. What my arrogant ex-husband didn't know was that before I became his obedient shadow, I was "Lan"—the legendary, anonymous fashion designer the entire world was desperately looking for. Now, I was taking back my empire.

Running for my life from my family's suffocating control, I was cornered by my father's security team in an empty private airport terminal. Desperate, I crashed into a tall stranger to use him as a human shield, only to realize I had just assaulted Hoyt David. He was an untouchable Wall Street billionaire and, worse, my best friend's uncle. Instead of handing me over to the guards, he seamlessly lied to my pursuers. "This young woman is my guest," he told them, his voice an absolute wall of authority. He pulled me into a dark, narrow maintenance closet to hide. I was terrified he would turn me in, but he didn't. He was the perfect gentleman, gently calming my panic, respecting my boundaries, and offering his private Bentley to take me to a safe hotel. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. My parents had always treated me like a puppet, but this powerful man made me feel seen and protected. I couldn't understand why a man of his status would go to such lengths for me, but I was too desperate to question my luck. I thought I had finally escaped my family's hell. I had no idea that the "safety" he offered was a trap, and that this untouchable billionaire had been obsessively waiting for seven years for me to walk willingly into his gilded cage.