My Three Yandere Wives

I died as the Nine Realms’ strongest Sovereign. Or so they thought. I woke up 5 years ago in a broken body — no memories, no cultivation, no name. The Carter family took me in as their live-in son-in-law, a dog they kicked for three years straight. The day my cheating wife threw divorce papers at me, I signed without looking back. At the crossroads, a girl in white was waiting. She called me “Your Majesty”... and returned something I’d buried: a shattered soul bead. With it came whispers. Fragments of a past life. And a truth: my death wasn’t an accident. It was betrayal. Now I have no power, but I have time. Nine soul fragments scattered across the realms. Nine betrayers who took my throne. Nine steps from trash son-in-law to the man who rewrites the heavens. They think I’m crippled. They think I’m done. Let them laugh. Every slap, every insult, every “worthless”... it’s all fuel. Because when the last fragment awakens, the Sovereign returns. And this time, I won’t die alone.

"You're worthless, Alex. A parasite who's been living off my daughter for three years!" Catherine's words echoed in the hospital room as Alex stood there in his stained apron, unable to pay his wife's medical bills. His card was declined. His best friend refused to help. His in-laws treated him like trash. But what they didn't know was that Alex Munroe was actually Alexander Castellano, the billionaire heir who had walked away from his empire three years ago to test if anyone would love him without his money. Now his wife Nora wants a divorce. Her family is selling her off to save themselves from bankruptcy. And Alex has exactly two weeks to decide: reveal his true identity and reclaim his power, or let the woman he loves slip away forever. What happens when the beggar becomes the king? When the powerless reveal themselves as the most powerful? And when revenge becomes the only path to redemption?

They burned my mother's name into the dirt and sold my sister to silence. Ten years ago I was a boy who could not stop them. Tonight I walk back into Ironport as a stranger, and nobody in this city knows that the empire whispered about in war rooms and black markets across three continents answers to me. I came back for two things. My sister, locked behind a fence and told for six years that she is broken. And the truth about the night my mother died, a truth this city buried so deep it forgot to check whether her son would ever come digging. They think the past is buried. They are about to learn that I dug it up, and I brought fire. But some of the people I trust most are not who I think they are, and the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize the enemy I came home to destroy might already be sitting at my own table, wearing a familiar face. Every step forward costs me someone I love, and every answer I find only opens a door onto a darker one. And somewhere in the middle of a war I never meant to survive with my heart intact, a woman on the wrong side of this fight is starting to make me forget why I came back cold. I built ten years of armor around myself for exactly this city. I never planned on anyone finding a way through it. They think I am a stranger. They are about to learn I am the storm they built with their own hands, and this time, I am not leaving until every debt is paid in full.

Three years ago, Drake, the legendary Asura Marshal, was the shield of the nation. But at the height of his glory, he was betrayed by the High Council and poisoned with the "Yin-Soul Toxin," leaving him crippled and powerless. To survive, he became the "trash" son-in-law of the Vance family. For one thousand days, he endured the world’s mockery. He was forced to eat scraps, sleep in a shed, and watch as his "wife" was insulted by arrogant young masters. The world thought the Dragon had become a worm. They were wrong. The three-year limit has expired. The poison is suppressed. The Dragon has opened his eyes. "Three years ago, you took my power. Today, I take your lives." With the Black Dragon Card in his pocket and the world’s most elite Legion at his back, Drake begins his bloody march to the Capital. The "trash" son-in-law? He is the world's richest man. The "cripple"? He can shatter mountains with a single finger. The "beggar"? He is the God of War who makes Emperors kneel. Step by step, Drake will reclaim his throne. And this time, he won’t stop until the Capital is dyed red.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

They called me a loser. They laughed when I got dumped in the rain. They thought my life was over. They were wrong. My name is Leo Vance. Twenty-four years old, junior analyst, three years of savings thrown away on an engagement ring my ex-girlfriend never wanted. The night she left me for Richard — the arrogant heir of my own company — something inside me broke. Or maybe something finally woke up. An old coin I bought at a flea market years ago cut my palm. Blood met metal. And then I heard it. **[Ding! Omni-Investment System activated.]** Now I see what nobody else can. Above every person, every object, every decision — glowing numbers. Investment return rates. Percentages. Exact outcomes. A beggar on the street? *Invest $50. Return: 10,000%.* A "worthless" painting at auction? *Hidden masterpiece. Return: 4,000%.* A quiet intern everyone ignores? *Key to destroying your enemy. Return: 5,000%.* I started with fifty dollars. Within a week, I had a million. Within a month, Richard was on his knees, his family's empire crumbling because of information only I could see. But money was just the beginning. The deeper I go, the more I realize this system doesn't just show financial returns. It shows martial secrets, ancient techniques, hidden powers buried in this city's underworld. The people who laughed at me? They're about to learn what happens when a nobody sees everything. I don't get angry. I don't beg. I invest. And I always collect.

After three years of the first wave of the apocalypse, and years of bleeding for a woman who he thought he loved, she betrayed him. After his mother and his sister died to save her, she stabbed him in the back for another man, because she thought he was worthless. "This is Rufus, my personal loyal dog. I prefer sly mutt, by the way!" She said it with a smile on their wedding day, then fed him to the zombies. But Rufus didn't die instead and thanks to her betrayal, he awakened. Now the dead take orders from the man who was supposed to be their meal, and the monsters who betrayed were about to learn that they tossed off the most powerful man in the Apocalypse.

“lin, by marrying into my family, you’re living a matrilocal life. Not only do you have to abide by the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, you also have to cut connections with your family!” “That’s your own sister, so why should we spend our money to save her?” “Hmph, are you saying that it concerns a human life? What is your sister’s life worth? The Walters are a worthless family. Otherwise, why did you choose to be a live-in son-in-law here?” While Lin Walter rushing to the hospital, the mocking voices from Alima Bekerly his wife’s, family kept echoing in his ears as he was recalling them from memory…

For three years as a son-in-law of the Huxley family, I was treated like a servant, insulted daily, and even beaten. I had to leave the Huxley family with nothing, and they even asked their colleagues to block me from all business in the city. They had all made a big mistake. I'm not a loser like they think. I am the sole heir of the most influential family. Now that they want to get down on their knees and beg me to come back, it's too late. "Danny, we were family in the past, but because of a misunderstanding, we became divided. Let's unite again. Haven't you always loved me? I'll be an obedient wife to you," Laura pleaded. "Family? You and the Huxleys are not my family anymore. We're done!"

Jordan Owens, a respected billionaire, was framed by his family and In-laws. Accused of sexual Assault, he was sent to prison. Five years later, he returns with all glory and power. Ready to make it up for his wife, whose image had been destroyed. Now, the tables have turned. The same people who orchestrated his downfall tremble at his feet, begging for the mercy they never showed him. But Jordan’s gaze is ice-cold. Mercy? That’s for the weak. The betrayers must pay the price for their sins cause he longer seeking justice—he’s demanding retribution --- “Kneel at my door for three days and nights,” he commanded, his voice void of emotion, “and maybe—just maybe—I’ll consider letting you crawl away with your life.”