The Ultimate Husband

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Sophia! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

Five years ago, when demons attacked, and Alex lost his parents, in the process he disappeared and everyone assumed he was dead including his wife Rose and their daughter. Now he's back, determined to reclaim everything he lost. But everyone still sees him as the same worthless man who abandoned his family. Rose's family looks down on him. Elite commanders mock him. Even his own in-laws call him useless and demand Rose choose a "real man." What they don't know is that Alex has become the Lord Supreme—the most powerful being alive. When demons breach the city's safest district and trap his daughter, while other "heroes" rush to help, Alex must reveal his true identity. How do you prove your worth to people who've already written you off? How do you win back a family that thinks you're dead inside? Sometimes the greatest power is letting them underestimate you... until it's time to show them exactly who you've become.

“You’re just a contract husband. Don’t forget your place.” Gianna Moretti sneered as she shoved the papers across the table. The man in the wrinkled suit only smirked. “My place? Darling, you’ll find out soon enough it’s far above yours.” She thought she was buying a nobody. A desperate man willing to be humiliated, to wear her leash for money. A man she could throw away once the contract ended. But Vincent wasn’t a nobody. He was the hidden warlord—the commander of the Eagles of the West. A man who built his empire with fire, blood, and the corpses of his enemies. When Gianna’s family turns on her… when the mafia comes to collect… when rivals laugh at her for marrying a beggar— Vincent rises. “You called me worthless? Watch as I destroy everyone who touched what’s mine.” In one night, the groom they mocked becomes the nightmare of kings. And Gianna realizes too late… the man she tried to control is the one who will never let her go

When Mona, the Duke's only daughter, married Styles, he was nothing short of the man of her dreams. Tall, handsome and smart. All it took was one accident to change that. Styles lost not only his legs but his handsome face now all she had left was an ugly cripple she couldn't stand. So she enslaved him and moved on with her life. To crown it all, the sinfully gorgeous Emperor of Black Empire was asking for her hand. No woman would throw that away for a nobody rocking a wheelchair. Unknown to her, the ugly crippled man locked away in the servant's quarters might not be a nobody after all.

"A coffin?" Alex mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. "For me? You should’ve brought one for yourself, lunatic."Alex Carter’s cruel smirk wiped clean with a blade to Charles Carter’s screams as he loses more than just his pride, Jack is a man on a mission."You laughed at me when I was down," Jack says, his voice calm but cold. "But now, you’ll remember my name—for the rest of your short lives."Once, Jack Sullivan was a name whispered with respect and fear—the legendary commander of the Iron Wolf Battalion. But a devastating betrayal left him broken, his memories shattered, and his enemies triumphant. Reduced to a mentally impaired shell of himself, Jack became a laughingstock, mocked by his in-laws and dismissed by the powerful elites of Havenwood. "They called him a fool, a servant, a man broken beyond repair. Now, they’ll call him their worst nightmare." But Jack isn’t a fool anymore. His memories have returned, and so has his unrelenting thirst for justice.

When Amelia divorced and publicly humiliated Logan, unknown to her she had successfully chased the very man that could save her silently dying body. The man she regarded as a worthless worm, turned out to be the person in her greatest imagination - the martial art king, protecting all four cardinals of the country, commanding tons of armies and possessed incredible divine power! Only he has reached the peak an ordinary man can only dream to attain! With just a word from him, it could either ravage or protect the country! ……. He is……..The Legendary Godmaster

The city calls him “nobody.” On paper, he’s just a broke young man with nothing but scars and a bad attitude. But in the shadows, Caden Pierce is the Septamillionaire Heir—the ruthless King of the Underworld. His enemies fear him. The elite don’t even know he exists… yet. After ten years of brutal training, Caden’s ready to tear his enemies apart and claim everything that’s his. When the spoiled heiress Vivian Montgomery is thrown into his arms—literally—he gets a taste of power, privilege, and the poison of high society. She calls him a “nobody.” Her circle mocks him. They have no idea he owns the ground they walk on. “You think money makes you untouchable?” Caden smirks, stepping over his latest rival. “Sweetheart, I buy men like you for sport and toss them out with yesterday’s trash.” But when the old-money dynasties scheme to bury him, and gunmen storm the club with Vivian in their sights, Caden doesn’t blink. “Let’s get something straight,” he growls, shoving a pistol under the lead thug’s chin. “You came for a princess. You found the king.” Enemies want his head. Socialites want his wallet. And Vivian—she wants him gone. But Caden Pierce didn’t survive hell to bow to anyone. He’s got seven million reasons to settle old scores. And one savage promise: this city will remember his name. Buckle up. The king is back—and he’s done playing nice.

"You again?" Sarah’s cousin sneered. "Did you crawl here on all fours, or did they finally give lapdogs valet service?" "He’s not even a real husband," her aunt scoffed. "Just a walking charity case with no bark, no bite, and no balls." Everyone laughed. Michael Thompson just stood there—torn shirt, bruised face, holding a cracked phone and a hospital bill he couldn’t pay. It was their anniversary. His wife didn’t answer his calls. His mother was dying in a hallway. And he had exactly $7.83 in his bank account. But then… the black cars pulled up. The woman in a designer suit bowed to him. And everything changed. "Forgive our delay, Young Master Sterling," she said, handing him a black card with no limit. "Shall we pay the hospital… or purchase it?" Turns out, Michael isn’t just some loser son-in-law. He’s the sole heir to a QUADRILLIONAIRE dynasty—one powerful enough to make world leaders blink and billionaires beg.

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

They called him a refugee. A charity case. A worthless son-in-law. For three years, Alexander Petrov endured their mockery, their insults, their cruelty—all while his wife stood silent. The wealthy Summers family never knew the "helpless" man scrubbing their floors was Crown Prince of Valdoria, hiding in plain sight after a brutal coup destroyed his kingdom. But when his uncle's assassins infiltrate the family to seize the Circle of Crowns—an ancient shadow network controlling European politics—Alexander's carefully built cover begins to crack. His sister has been turned into a weapon programmed to kill him. His enemies are closing in. And the wife who never defended him is about to discover the truth.He's spent twelve years playing weak. Now it's time to show them what a cornered king can do. In a world where power is everything, how much of yourself do you sacrifice to reclaim a throne?