Conquistando A Mi Ex-esposa

She was once the quiet wife no one respected, married to a man the world called a prize far above her league. He flaunted mistresses, mocked her dignity, and everyone believed she would crawl back even after she dared to file for divorce. But they were wrong. The woman who returned was no longer fragile. She was fire, elegance, and strength incarnate, crushing enemies who tried to sabotage her and rising higher than anyone dared to imagine. When whispers spread that she sought a new father for her daughter, the world’s most powerful men—an acclaimed scientist, a ruthless billionaire, and a top film star, lined up for her favor. Her ex-husband, however, wasn’t ready to let go. He fought for custody, framed her in scandals, and even tried to use their child as a weapon against her. But the more he pushed, the further he fell and the more unstoppable she became. When love finally came knocking again, it wasn’t from grand gestures or empty promises, but from the man who had stood silently by her side, proving loyalty where others offered lies. Now, society bows to the woman they once mocked. And her ex-husband? He can only watch from the shadows as she declares the words that seal his downfall: “Ex-husband, step aside.”

“I thought you were going to propose to me just like you said.” Nicole’s voice barely made it past her throat. A part of her still needed an explanation from Rowan. “You must be out of your godforsaken mind if you actually believed that.” That was how Rowan—the former all-time quarterback star, the guy she thought was her ‘supposed’ boyfriend chose to humiliate her in front of everyone at the hockey field. And instead, he picked another girl… someone he felt was more worth it. Just when Nicole thought she had lost it all, a voice rose from the crowd. “I scored that touchdown for you, for being the prettiest girl here.” It was Brad. The newly transferred, insanely hot quarterback star, standing up for her when no one else did. What Nicole didn’t realize, though, was that Brad was actually “Jill”—the same boy from the orphanage who had once promised to be her knight in shining armor. Check out my other book: The Mafia's Undercover Princess.

Dahil sa matinding pagmamahal ni Bianca Issabelle Velasquez, nagawa niyang magtiis sa loob ng tatlong taon sa piling ni Daniel Aragon Buenaventura. Alam niyang hindi siya nito mahal pero nangako siya sa abwela nito bago sila ikasal na mamahalin niya ng buong puso si Daniel. Kahit na masyado nang masakit, pinilit niya pa ring intindihan ang pambabaliwala nito sa kanya. Hangang sa dumating ang oras na labis niyang kinatatakutan. Umuwi si Daniel na may dalang divorce agreement at pilit itong pinapa-pipirmahan sa kanya. Ang dahilan niya...wala na daw pag-asa ang relasyo nila. Kailangan na nilang palayain ang isat-isa dahil never naman daw siya nitong minahal! Isa pa, bumalik na ang kanyang childhood sweetheart na balak niyang pag-alayan ng kanyang pangalan. Hangang saan at kailan niya kayang magpaka-martir sa ngalan ng pag-ibig? Kaya niya bang magtiis ng another years sa piling ni Daniel lalo na at may batang nasa sinapupunan na gusto niya sanang bigyan ng kumpletong pamilya? Paano kung dumating na sa punto na iniuwi na ni Daniel ang babaeng mahal nito sa sarili nilang pamamahay? Lulunukin niya na lang ba ang pride niya huwag lang siyang mahiwalay sa lalaking mahal niya or kusa na siyang bibitaw para sa katahimikan ng lahat?

Durante el turno de noche, me negué a la petición de mi hermana adoptiva de ayudarle a ponerle la intravenosa a su paciente. Vi con mis propios ojos cómo un niño de siete años moría por una reacción alérgica causada por el medicamento equivocado. En mi vida pasada, justo después de haber terminado de aplicar la infusión, los familiares furiosos irrumpieron en la estación de enfermeras y me golpearon hasta dejarme el rostro desfigurado. Pero yo había administrado simple glucosa, imposible que provocara una tragedia así. Con la conciencia nublada, escuché que alguien llamaba a la policía. Creí que por fin llegaba un salvavidas. Nunca imaginé que el oficial, mi propio hermano, me tumbaría contra el suelo. El médico forense, mi amigo de la infancia, sacó el informe de la autopsia y me señaló como culpable. No tuve cómo defenderme; al final, los padres del niño, enloquecidos por el dolor, me golpearon hasta matarme. Incluso en el momento de mi muerte, no pude entender por qué mi hermano, que siempre me había cuidado, y aquel amigo de la infancia al que yo quería tanto, se volvieron contra mí. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba otra vez en esa misma noche.

Vanessa León tuvo un noviazgo de cinco años que fue el tema de conversación en todo Cartaluz por lo apasionado que era. Sin embargo, el día que debían presentarse en el registro civil, la dejó plantada. Vanessa se hartó. Hizo la promesa de terminar con todo y convertir a su prometido en un simple exnovio. Pero, tras recibir una llamada y por impulso, terminó casándose con Rafael Cisneros, el hermano mayor de su ex. Él era alguien con quien ella siempre había tenido una relación distante y poco frecuente. *** Rafael era el heredero más respetado de Cartaluz. Fundó un imperio financiero en el extranjero y se convirtió en un tiburón de los negocios al que todos temían. Tras la boda, él se dedicó a consentir a Vanessa al máximo, cumpliendo cada uno de sus caprichos. En una ocasión, su ex intentó humillarla y dijo que ella no valía nada. Rafael le dio un golpe que lo mandó al suelo. —Mi esposa es lo más valioso que tengo y mi mayor tesoro. No me importa cómo sea, yo la voy a adorar siempre. Si te atreves a decirle una sola palabra más, te largas de la familia y te borro de la historia de los Cisneros. Mucho tiempo después, Vanessa descubrió que aquel hombre al que tanto respeto le tenía, llevaba diez años enamorado de ella en secreto. Todo lo que había pasado fue parte de un plan que él había preparado con paciencia.

"Sign the papers, Estella." Marco slid the divorce papers across the mahogany table, his eyes fixed on Claudia, who hovered by his side with a victorious smile. "Did you really think a nobody like you could keep me?" Estella's throat tightened as she forced herself to meet his gaze. The diamond on Claudia's finger caught the light—his best friend now wearing what should have been hers forever. "You should be grateful," Claudia murmured, resting a hand on her belly. "Letting you go is the kindest thing we've done for you." When Estella married into the powerful Valdez family, she believed in love conquering all. Instead, she found herself cast out, Helena Valdez herself showing her the door when Claudia announced her pregnancy. Then Alejandro De Luca appeared—Marco's sworn enemy offering an unexpected proposition. "A contract marriage," he said simply. "You get protection. I get revenge." Together, they plotted to dismantle the very family that had humiliated her. With each calculated move, Estella reclaimed pieces of herself she thought lost forever. But revenge is a dangerous game. As their plan unfolded and tragedy struck, Estella discovered that survival meant more than settling scores—it meant learning to wield her pain as power. The quietest heart, after all, often hides the most dangerous storm.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Clara Sterling, the richest woman in the city, successfully got a divorce and the custody over her daughter. I married her right away. Five years into our marriage, I've already quit my job and focused on becoming a great father and husband at home. Everything changes when Clara's ex-husband, William Sawyer, returns to the country abruptly. That night, my stepdaughter, Sarah Sterling, moves my things from Clara's room to a guest room. "You're my stepdad, so you can't sleep with my mommy. I can't make Daddy sad. You should leave our home!" The maids make fun of me. Meanwhile, Clara raises an eyebrow at me. "It's completely normal for Sarah to take her biological father's side. Don't take her words to heart. You're my husband now, anyway." I just hum in response as I pack up my luggage silently. Clara tries to climb into my bed late at night, only for me to turn her away. "Our marriage contract will come to an end in two days. Once the time comes, let's get a divorce."

Mi prometido, Luca Rossi, me cortó el dedo con un cortapuros para apoderarse del Sello Osario, la reliquia de mi «famiglia». Después de eso, lo exhibió como un trofeo y le puso el anillo a Sofia Constanzo, la heredera de la famiglia Constanzo. Y, por si fuera poco, no tuvo reparos en burlarse abiertamente de mí. —Una huérfana como tú no tiene derecho a llevar el anillo destinado a la futura Donna de la famiglia Rossi. Sofia levantó la mano para presumir del anillo, fingiendo preocupación mientras decía: —Alessia, no te enojes. Como mucho, haré que Luca te compense con un dedo de oro después. Todos los presentes me vieron como un chiste, pero fui quien se rio más fuerte. Me sequé las lágrimas y empecé a aplaudir. —Felicidades, Luca. Cambiaste uno de mis dedos por el único salvavidas de la famiglia Rossi. Miré su expresión de asombro y sonreí con crueldad. —¿Crees que es solo un anillo? No. Es la única llave para desbloquear los miles de millones de activos a mi nombre. En cuanto lo tenga en mis manos, la famiglia Rossi comenzará su cuenta regresiva hacia la quiebra y la liquidación.

Asha has had a rough go of life, seemingly always ending up in situations that are the opposite of her namesake. She breaks up with her ex a few months prior to halloween and the day of the dead and takes a vow of celibacy that, little does she know, a dead ex has used to bargain his way out of hell. He didn’t come back to become her angel, just emerged from the shadows to drink her light and hopefully turn out her halo. She prays for a guardian angel to hold her through these difficult times but her gift is a territorial demon.

Mi mejor amiga, Maya, voló desde Miami para la semana de mi despedida de soltera. Eran mis últimos días de libertad. Insistió en organizar una noche de chicas para celebrar y pidió toda mi comida favorita a domicilio. Me pidió que le cuidara el celular y esperara un momento. Entonces, la pantalla se iluminó. Era un mensaje de un hombre. Una foto sin camisa. “Mi arma está lista para ti esta noche”. Llegó otra foto vibrando. Juguetes sexuales. Accesorios de bondage que parecían sacados de una película. Sentí que la cara me ardía. El corazón me latía descontrolado contra las costillas. Acababa de tropezarme con su vida secreta. Pero la siguiente imagen me cortó la respiración. Era un primer plano del pecho del hombre. Tenía una cicatriz que yo conocía mejor que mi reflejo. Era de mi prometido, Luciano Carbone.