

I Stole My Cheating Husband's Empire
Piper Hayes · Completed · 8.8k Words
Introduction
On our anniversary night, I prepared a three-layer cake and candlelit dinner, waiting for him to come home from the Oscar after-party. Instead, I got red lipstick stains on his shirt and the lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume.
When I discovered that woman was Oscar-nominated actress Amy Williams, everything clicked. She was his college sweetheart, his white moonlight. And me? Just her substitute.
The cruelest truth was yet to come—our wedding anniversary was Amy's birthday.
After our divorce, I thought leaving quietly would give me a fresh start. I was wrong. Amy wanted to destroy me completely. Online harassment, job offers rescinded, fans attacking me on the street... she wanted me erased.
But what she didn't know was that every project idea in Rick's company came from me. Those copyrights belonged to me all along.
Golden Globe red carpet, under the spotlight, when I stood before Rick and Amy, all of Hollywood had no idea what was about to unfold.
Chapter 1
Vivian's POV
The cream from the three-layer cake had started to melt, dripping onto the fine porcelain plate in slow, sticky drops. The steak had gone cold hours ago, and the wine in my glass sat untouched, still as death.
11:47 PM.
I sat rigid in my dining chair, staring at the black screen of the TV across from me. Just hours ago, it had been broadcasting the Oscar after-party coverage live. I'd watched as the camera swept past Rick, champagne in hand, surrounded by Hollywood's elite. My husband. One of the industry's hottest producers right now.
And me? Just his assistant. His shadow. For three fucking years.
I picked up my phone mechanically. "Rick" showed 7 missed calls. My finger hovered over the dial button before pressing it again.
"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."
That cold, robotic voice felt like a slap. I shot up from my chair so fast it scraped against the hardwood floor, the sound sharp and angry in the silence.
Something was wrong. It had to be. Rick never ignored my calls, especially not today. Not on our anniversary.
I should have been at that party with him. I was his assistant, after all. But lately, he'd been insisting I stay home with excuses that felt thinner each time. "You've been fighting that cold, babe. You need rest." "The party will be boring anyway. Not your scene."
The doubts I'd been pushing down for weeks suddenly crashed over me like a wave. What if this wasn't about protecting me at all? What if there was something he didn't want me to see?
The rain started as I grabbed my keys. Of course it fucking did. L.A. rarely saw storms like this, but tonight the sky was weeping like it knew something I didn't.
The hotel's glass doors felt heavier than they should have when I pushed them open. My evening dress was soaked, the hem clinging to my legs. I looked like hell, but I didn't care.
The grand ballroom was nearly empty. Just cleaning staff and a few assistants picking up the remnants of the night. Confetti, champagne corks, forgotten jewelry scattered across the floor.
"Ma'am? The party's over. Can I help you with something?" A worker approached, eyeing my disheveled appearance.
"Rick Johnson! Have you seen Rick?"
"Mr. Johnson? He left about an hour ago."
My heart sank, but before I could respond, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Vivian?"
Alex Rodriguez emerged from the corner, gesturing for the worker to leave us alone. Rick's financial director looked genuinely confused to see me there.
"Alex!" I grabbed his arm, probably too tight. "Where's Rick? Where did he go?"
"He left the party, but I honestly don't know where. What's going on? Rick said you were sick at home."
That's when I heard them. Two servers walking past, their voices just loud enough to catch.
"Did you see that? Rick and Amy Williams looked absolutely perfect together!"
"I heard she's starring in his new film. When they left together earlier, Amy was holding onto his arm like they were..."
The world tilted sideways. I spun around and grabbed the server's wrist before I could think.
"What did you just say? What do you mean 'left together'?"
"Ma'am, you're hurting me..." The girl looked terrified.
Alex pulled me away gently. "Sorry, she's had a bit too much to drink. You can go."
He guided me toward the exit, his voice low and concerned. "Vivian, what the hell is going on? Why are you acting like this?"
I stopped just inside the doors, looking out at the rain. When I spoke, my voice sounded hollow, like it was coming from somewhere far away.
"Because I'm his fucking wife. His legal wife."
Alex's face went through about five different expressions in two seconds. Confusion. Shock. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"What? You mean you and Rick are... But he never... Jesus Christ!"
I walked into the rain without another word. Alex called after me, something about giving me a ride home, but his voice got swallowed by the storm.
I sat in my car for ten minutes, letting the rain soak through my dress and into the leather seats. I couldn't feel the cold. I couldn't feel anything.
Amy Williams. Oscar-nominated actress. Of course I knew who she was. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect career. But what the hell did she have to do with Rick?
When I finally drove home, the house looked exactly the same as when I'd left. Warm lights, perfect landscaping, the picture of domestic bliss. I parked in the driveway and sat there for another ten minutes, staring at our front door.
Inside, I didn't even bother changing out of my wet clothes. I collapsed onto the living room couch, staring at the dining room table. The melted cake. The cold dinner. It all looked like evidence now. Evidence of what, I wasn't sure yet.
The memories hit me all at once. Fresh out of USC, carrying my resume to every production office in town and getting doors slammed in my face.
But Rick had been different. Already making waves as an up-and-coming producer, but still young enough to take chances. "Your script analysis is brilliant," he'd said that first day. "Want to be my assistant? Actually, no, my partner." I remembered our first kiss, dawn breaking over his office after we'd spent all night rewriting a treatment.
I'd worked my ass off for him, fought for resources, pitched ideas, made connections. In just a few years, he'd become one of the most sought-after producers in Hollywood.
I remembered his proposal, both of us giddy with excitement, drunk on possibility and each other. "Marry me," he'd said, "but let's keep it quiet for now. When I get that Oscar, when I'm standing on that stage, I'll tell the whole world that none of this would have happened without you. My love."
The Oscar had slipped away this year, but I knew it was just a matter of time. I believed in him. In us.
The sound of keys jingling in the lock snapped me back to reality. My heart hammered against my ribs as I jumped to my feet.
The door opened, and Rick walked in. His tuxedo was rumpled, bow tie hanging loose around his neck.
"Fucking weather," he muttered, not looking at me. "When did L.A. start getting storms like this?"
I practically threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his chest, pressing my face against his shirt. Usually, he'd hold me back immediately, kiss the top of my head, whisper "Miss me, baby?"
But tonight, his body went rigid for just a moment. Just long enough for me to notice.
"Babe, you're soaking wet. Did you go out?"
"I went to find you at the party."
I helped him out of his jacket, my movements automatic, practiced. But as I pulled the fabric away from his shoulders, I caught it. A sweet, cloying floral scent that definitely wasn't mine. A perfume I'd never smelled before, clinging to his skin like a confession.
Rick looked at the dining room table, at the melted cake and untouched dinner, and his expression went carefully blank.
"Oh shit, the anniversary dinner! I'm so sorry, babe. The weather was insane, so a bunch of us grabbed food at Craig's and totally lost track of time."
I held his jacket in my hands, not responding. My eyes found the inside collar, where a smear of red lipstick stood out against the white fabric like a neon sign.
He was lying. My husband, the man I loved more than life itself, was looking directly into my eyes and lying to my face.
Last Chapters
#7 Chapter 7: You Really Think I'd Keep Your Baby?
Last Updated: 9/19/2025#6 Chapter 6: Enjoy Your Last Beautiful Days
Last Updated: 9/19/2025#5 Chapter 5: I'm Going to Take Back Everything That's Mine
Last Updated: 9/19/2025#4 Chapter 4: You're Nothing But a Gold-Digging Bitch
Last Updated: 9/19/2025#3 Chapter 3: She's Just a Patient! What Did You Do to Her?
Last Updated: 9/19/2025#2 Chapter 2: This Will Be the Last Thing I Ever Do for You
Last Updated: 9/19/2025#1 Chapter 1: I'm His Fucking Wife, His Legal Wife
Last Updated: 9/19/2025
You Might Like 😍
A pack of their own
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
To protect what’s mine
The Badass Mafia Princess and Family
Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions
After finding out her boyfriend cheated, the last thing she expected was to stumble across a wounded man in an alley. And definitely not one with fangs. But thanks to a mix of cocktails, shame, and her questionable life choices, she takes him home. Turns out, he’s not just any vampire—he’s a king. And according to him, she’s his fated mate.
Now, she’s stuck with an overprotective, brooding bloodsucker who keeps rescuing her, a growing list of enemies who want her dead, and an undeniable attraction that’s making it very hard to remember why falling for a vampire is a terrible idea.
Because if she’s not careful, she won’t just lose her heart—she’ll lose her humanity.
Goddess Of The Underworld.
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armor, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of a border pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to stay; of cake, iron, and daylight negotiations. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a why-choose, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
The mafia princess return
Letting Go
That fateful night leads to Molly and her best friend Tom holding a secret close to their hearts but keeping this secret could also mean destroying any chance of a new future for Molly.
When Tom's oldest brother Christian meets Molly his dislike for her is instant and he puts little effort into hiding it. The problem is he's attracted to her just as much as he dislikes her and staying away from her starts to become a battle, a battle that he's not sure he can win.
When Molly's secret is revealed and she’s forced to face the pain from her past can she find the strength to stay and work through the pain or will she run away from everything she knows including the one man who gives her hope for a happy future? Hope that she never thought she would feel again.
Mr. Ryan
He came closer with a dark and hungry expression,
so close,
his hands reached for my face, and he pressed his body against mine.
His mouth took mine eagerly, a little rudely.
His tongue left me breathless.
“If you don't go with me, I'll fuck you right here.” He whispered.
Katherine kept her virginity for years even after she turned 18. But one day, she met an extremely sexual man Nathan Ryan in the club. He had the most seductive blue eyes she has ever seen, a well-defined chin, almost golden blonde hair, full lips, perfectly drawn, and the most amazing smile, with perfect teeth and those damn dimples. Incredibly sexy.
She and he had a beautiful and hot one-night stand...
Katherine thought she might not meet the man again.
But fate has another plan
Katherine is about to take on the job of assistant to a billionaire who owns one of the biggest companies in the country and is known to be a conquering, authoritative and completely irresistible man. He is Nathan Ryan!
Will Kate be able to resist the charms of this attractive, powerful and seductive man?
Read to know a relationship torn between anger and the uncontrollable desire for pleasure.
Warning: R18+, Only for mature readers.
“Burn those who burned me!”
Burn those who burned me is an anthology book circulated on truth; justice; and REVENGE!
Story #1 The Ballad of Rabena Price.
Story #2 The rebirth of Clara Granger
Story #3 The violin of Graceland Teague
Story #4 The list for Josie Taylor
Story #5 COMING SOON!
I Am His Wolfless Luna
Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, 'Damn... I'm going to cum... !!!' His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.
"Please!! Ethan!!"
As the strongest female warrior in my pack, I was betrayed by those I trusted most, my sister and my best friend. I was drugged, raped, and banished from my family and my pack. I lost my wolf, my honor, and became an outcast—carrying a child I never asked for.
Six years of hard-won survival turned me into a professional fighter, fueled by rage and grief. A summons arrives from the formidable Alpha heir, Ethan, asking me to return as a wolfless combat instructor for the very pack that once banished me.
I thought I could ignore their whispers and stares, but when I see Ethan's emerald-green eyes—the same as my son’s—my world tilts.