Divorce Romance

"You're nothing but a dog chasing after women who would rather spit on you than look at you." That was the last thing Maxver Cole heard before his five beast wives walked out the door, laughing, rushing into the arms of another man without a single glance back. They expected him to crawl. To beg. To break. Instead, he signed the divorce papers with a smile. Because the Maxver they married was dead. The man who woke up in his body came from another world, and he had zero interest in keeping women who treated him like garbage under their shoes. But freedom came with a price. A system counting down his final hours. A contamination level eating him alive from the inside. And a single brutal truth: without beast wives willing to purify him, he would be dead before the week was over. Then the Matching Center notification hit. Five new wives. All of them powerful. All of them stunning. All matched at one hundred percent compatibility, a number the staff had never seen in nineteen years. The women who threw him away stopped laughing real quick. "You divorced a monster," the world told his new wives. They walked through his door anyway.

When the world encountered an apocalypse in the year 2678, demons and evil spirits Rose and dominated the universe, they captured humanities genius, killed and rendered everything on Earth useless. Earth remained a barren and desolate place in all sixteen Galaxy. However, when a child was born through the concept of Death itself, even the underworld feared his descent.

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

"Sign the divorce papers and crawl back to the gutter, vermin." For two years, Ren was known as the disposable, weak son-in-law of the ruthless Rossi Mafia family. They mocked him, calling him a coward who hid behind their empire. They didn't know the marriage was a calculated blind spot. It was a high-security sanctuary Ren chose perfectly to hide in while his cybernetic Death-Prediction System underwent a mandatory two-year dormancy. On the night his mafia queen of a wife coldly hands him the divorce papers to secure a syndicate merger, the countdown reaches zero. [System Update 100% Complete. Death-Prediction Matrix: ONLINE.] The leash is snapped. The Supreme Commander of the world's most lethal assassin vanguard has awakened. He doesn't need armies or guns. With eyes that calculate the exact time, cause, and probability of death for anyone he observes, Ren turns the city into his personal weapon. A failing chandelier, a ruptured gas valve, a mathematically flawless chain reaction... The Rossi family thought they were discarding a parasite. Instead, they unleashed the Reaper. Now, they will watch their criminal empire burn, one flawless "accident" at a time.

“I scrubbed floors and drove taxis for three years to put you through law school. And you’re leaving me the day you make partner?” For three years, Arthur Vance sacrificed everything for his wife, Eleanor. He worked three grueling jobs, skipped meals, and buried his own dreams just to pay her tuition. But the moment she became a high-profile lawyer, she handed him a divorce paper and a mocking $100,000 severance check. Her new billionaire fiancé, Julian, just laughed in Arthur's face. "She's a swan, Arthur. And you're just the mud she had to wade through to fly." Stripped of his dignity, his home, and his wife, Arthur is kicked out into the freezing rain with exactly $14.32 to his name. His life is over. Until a cold, synthetic voice echoes in his mind. [Trauma Threshold Reached. Emotional Detachment Detected.] [Binding: The Infinite Wealth System.] [Current Balance: $999,999,999,999,999.00] Arthur is granted access to a bank account with limitless funds. But there is a catch: the money must be used to consume assets, destroy enemies, and conquer society. With every billion he spends, the System rewards him with superhuman strength, lethal martial arts, and elite skills. Eleanor thought she was upgrading when she left him. Julian thought he could crush a penniless delivery driver. But what happens when Julian tries to host an ultra-luxury engagement party, only to find out Arthur just bought the entire VIP club with his pocket change? What happens when the "worthless mud" she threw away starts buying out the city's banks, underground syndicates, and corporate empires overnight? They wanted him to be realistic. Now, he's going to show them a new reality. Keep your hundred grand, Eleanor. I'm going to buy the world.

Ramon Fajar is transmigrated into a dying world as a low-level necromancer. Bound by a Soul Contract System, he must gain voluntary consent to raise the dead, or face their violent wrath. His only hope for redemption lies in saving Beatriz, a survivor suffering from a terminal necrotic plague, before the system marks her as his next mindless servant.

Joe, the marketing department staff, was constantly insulted and humiliated. He was always accused of using his wife to get the job. He just kept quiet until he finally couldn't hold back anymore. What happens next? Will everyone's views change after knowing Joe's true identity?

Death was never meant to be played with — until he made it a game. Draven Kaine, once the Empire’s most feared necromancer, was executed for treason after raising the dead army that destroyed his own homeland. But when the veil between worlds cracks open, he awakens in his own coffin — alive, cursed, and bound to the ghost of the man he murdered. To survive, Draven must hunt the escaped souls that now haunt the living. Each spirit carries a secret piece of a greater puzzle — a game orchestrated by an ancient god who calls himself The Reaper King. Every round of this deadly game demands a sacrifice: a memory, a life, or a soul. But when Draven discovers the Reaper King’s final target is the woman he once loved, he must decide… Will he play by death’s rules — or rewrite them?

"My sister is dying and you are saying that you can't give my own money because you spend it on partying. You are not human but a bloodsucker vampire." Edward couldn't control his anger and yelled at his mother-in-law. "How dare you to talk to me like this? This is called the difference between a poor and a rich man who spoke like this to his mother-in-law." She didn't think once and slapped him in front of everyone. Edward gulped the insults and mocking till now but today he would do anything to save his sister. "If you want to save your sister then divorce my daughter. I will surely return the money!" She smirked as if has hit the jackpot today. "I agree to divorce, Roselyn."