Ivy's husband divorced her because she was poor but seven days after her Divorce, she becomes the Richest woman in the whole world but kept her identity a secret to exact her revenge on her Ex-husband!
Ivy's husband divorced her because she was poor but seven days after her Divorce, she becomes the Richest woman in the whole world but kept her identity a secret to exact her revenge on her Ex-husband!
Many people say that Revenge is best Served Hot but I believe that Revenge is best Served Cold. I've never been this hungry for revenge in my life but this time around, I will do everything to quench my thirst for Vengeance!
My name is IVY MOORE and this is my story.
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"Congratulations, Mrs Steel, you're three weeks pregnant with a baby boy!"
The doctor said to me while handing the results of the pregnancy test. I pulled out a smile after hearing the doctor's previous words.
I'm finally PREGNANT! I couldn't stop my joy as I opened the results sheet to recheck if the doctor was right and it was positive. I'm indeed pregnant. Today is my fifth wedding anniversary with Lysander Steel, the CEO of Steel's Group. I've previously planned to throw a celebration for our wedding anniversary but seems like another celebration will be added to that- My unborn child!
I was still lost in thoughts and imaginations when the Doctor's words came up
"I must say that this baby was a Miracle but you've to take care of him with everything you have. Mind you, you must stay away from anything transfusion or any surgical activities as it may jeopardize the health of your unborn child and chances of becoming pregnant again are slim!"
"I understood, Mrs Karen. This baby came unexpectedly and at the best time. I will never do anything to hurt or jeopardize his health" I said to Mrs. Karen, our family doctor, and she nodded before checking her files for something.
She has been the backbone of my marriage with Lysander for the past five years. She has been the one advising him not to be so impatient with a child as I may have one someday. She's one of the people who brought my marriage to this extent, otherwise, it'd have collapsed a long time ago.
Standing up with a smile, I hugged Mrs Karen "Thank you so much, Doc. You've been so supportive in this marriage. I'm forever grateful for that"
"It's nothing, Mrs Steel! I pray Lysander changes his ways after this news and starts considering you as his wife especially now that Old Mrs Sylvie is GONE"
Mrs. Karen's words changed my mood, but I forced a smile to hide my true feelings. "I'll be on my way now, Doc!"
I wasted no time in entering the car while clutching the Pregnancy report very tight. "Take us to Santiago Villa," I said to my driver who responded, "Okay, ma'am!" Before taking off.
Staring at the pregnancy report continuously, I was lost in so many thoughts. These thoughts took my attention five years back when I abandoned everything I had- my family, friends, business... And moved into Bluesky City to find a new hope.
This was when I met a very generous woman whom I helped escape from some criminals. Her name was Mrs Sylvie Steel. We grew fond of each other as she always visited Cameil and me whenever she came shopping at the mall where I used to work.
Then came that beautiful night she asked me to visit her in her mansion to discuss a very important thing. A very important thing which ended up as a night of marriage proposal! She asked me to become her daughter-in-law by marrying her Grandson, Lysander Steel.
I strongly refused her proposal believing that it's improper to be in a marriage with someone you barely know. Old Mrs Sylvie took me to the hospital to see her son's critical condition- he was in a coma and had been there for three weeks now. Her reason was for me to marry her son and bear him a child through ARTIFICIAL INSEMINATION.
She pleaded for me to do this and assured me that I would receive whatever I wanted in this marriage as long as she was alive.
I believe in love at first sight and seeing the handsome man lying unconscious in a coma, I'd do this for him. I signed the necessary documents and the procedure began!
But the worst happened when the insemination procedure damaged my womb and the doctor confirmed I'll never bear children! Not long had this happened Lysander recovered and found me as his wife!
No matter how hard it was for him, we lived as a couple but never slept on the same bed.
Today marks our fifth Year in this marriage but at the same time, today marks the second week we lost Old Mrs Sylvie.
I sniffed and folded the pregnancy report. Immediately after that, a text entered my phone. Just when I was about to read it, my phone started ringing. It was Lysander on the call! If he was calling me right now, it means he's back from Nightwind.
That lost smile appeared on my face once again seeing the man I LOVE on the phone!
"Hello!..."
"Ivy, come to Santiago Villa. I have some news to share with you!" Lysander said immediately after me leaving me at the edge of my seat. Why did he sound like that? His voice was so cold and thicker than ever. Indeed, Lysander has never sounded friendly to me but today's own was worst.
"Mr. Jakub, please drive faster!" I said while my heart continued beating faster. What news does he have for me and why did he sound like that? I chatted with him yesterday to inform him of the location we'd be celebrating our marriage anniversary but he didn't respond even after viewing it. So, I ought not to be surprised to see him in that same location waiting for me.
Whatever Lysander has for me, I don't know, but should I be expecting a present from a Man who doesn't give me attention? Should I be expecting a present from a man who made me swear never to call him my husband in public space?
It is true that the only thing that bonds Lysander and I are GOOD MORNING AND GOODNIGHT. At times, he doesn't even eat the food I made for him... In as much as I am managing this marriage, I still won't give up on us because I love Lysander.
Although he doesn't Love me, I'll stay to fulfil the promise I made to Old Mrs Sylvie that I will bear her son a Child- to become the best wife and also a good mother to his children.
So, I'm keeping the faith that whatever reason Lysander asked me to meet him would be for good and not for bad...
"Here we are, Ma!" Jakub said after halting before the most luxurious suite in Bluesky owned by The Moores!
Immediately I came down from the car, a waiter approached me with a smile. "He said I should bring you..." I nodded "Okay, let's go!" And we walked straight to the booked VIP lounge where I had decorated beautifully for us.
Arriving there, the waiter turned back after seeing a man facing the walls. His behind was familiar so was his figure. It seemed as though I knew him.... He is tall, physically muscled and has straight legs. His hair was long but shaved stylishly... Wait, Is he not Lysander?
The man who previously faced the wall turned to me with an authoritative face, he is Lysander! He was holding something in his left hand while his right hand was fixed in his pocket
"You're here, Lysan..."
"No need for that, Ivy! I came here with a motive and I don't have enough time to waste around here!" Lysander cut me off, his voice as cruel as usual- No atom of joy in his words and voice.
"What... What do you mean by that?" I said, my voice cracking intense. He stared at me for a while as if I had said something that annoyed him.
"Take a look at this, Ivy" He handed the files he was holding to me. My eyes refused to escape from him while clutching the papers softly. What could this paper entail?
"Go on! What are you waiting for?" His voice echoed, startling me. I swallowed some spits and looked at Lysander one last time before opening the file. The first thing I saw as the heading was DIVORCE AGREEMENT BETWEEN... I didn't wait to complete the words when I chuckled heavily
"Divorce papers?"
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.
For three years, Averie pushed herself through a secret marriage, waiting for the day she could finally wear a white dress and be seen as his wife. The night before she could finally walk down the aisle, he confessed without a hint of hesitation that he was marrying the woman who once rescued him instead. The "fake" divorce agreement she signed for him shattered into a real, icy breakup that finally freed her wounded heart. When he returned in remorse, begging for just one more chance, a ruthless business magnate pulled Averie close and muttered coldly, "You're too late. She's my woman now."
Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.
"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?
Clara had to die once to see who truly surrounded her-traitors and opportunists everywhere. After her rebirth, she swore to make her enemies pay. Her fiancé mocked, "You think you deserve me?" She punched him and ended the engagement. Her stepsister played innocent, but Clara shut her down with a cold retort. "Stop pretending! I'm tired of your little act!" They called her a loser, but Clara didn't bother defending herself. Instead, she revealed her real power: superstar, racing champion, and secret mogul. When her masks fell, chaos erupted. Her ex begged, and the crime lord claimed her, but Clara had already conquered them all.
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