You're Still Mine

"Ethan, oh Ethan, don't think too highly of your self, you are nothing but a blood donor. You are just a useless piece of trash, do you think you deserve to be my husband? Ha dream on!" Daphne scoffed and spat in disgust. After many years of serving your wife and inlaw like a slave, you found out you were nothing but just a blood donor. You were just a piece of shit in the eyes of your in-laws and wife. What would you do if you suddenly become rich. Will you accept your wife back? Will you still donate blood for your mother in law who was the verge of death. Join me as we go through the journey with Ethan Willow the once useless son in law.

A normal boy in London who was living a normal life until he saw the horrifying scene of his foster mother. After that everything changed for the normal boy who was living a normal life. He got transmigrated into the body of a 9 year old and in a world where Mana exists. He then adapts to the world where the strong rule and the weak are trampled. His main goal being to become The Cosmos's Strongest. Join him on this journey filled with mysteries of the universe. (A/N :- The novel is a bit slow paced in the starting but after 30 chapters it becomes faster. There will be a lot of world building and some complex characters. btw the cover's not mine, if you want me to remove it email me nileclad@gmail.com. I will release 1 ch everyday but I can do mass releases if you guys support me so if you want more chapters add the book to library and also give reviews. Each chapter will be around 1100-1500 words. If there are any spelling mistakes pls comment it, I will rectify it :)

"You're nothing. I regretted marrying you," "Let's divorce," That was the miserable life of Smith Wilson. He was humiliated and dejected by his in-laws, and he was betrayed by the woman he trusted, Georgina Miller. He was sent out of their house. He promised to have his revenge on the Rodriguez family after finding out that he's the heir to a trillion dollars asset.

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

Ambrose Li, a young 23-year-old, was known as the live-in son-in-law of the prestigious Ainsley family. His daily life was marred by disrespect, insults, and relentless maltreatment. "You must divorce Ambrose! He has brought you nothing but shame, Ava,” they insisted. When everything was going badly. A car pulled over and said, " Ambrose, the man you helped years ago is back to repay you. $10 Million is yours as a bonus, you're going to inherit the Gemstar Platinum. Overwhelmed, Ambrose Fell On his knees and screamed. "Tell The World, Ambrose Li Has Returned."

"You think you can just walk in here, spout your empty words, and expect me to forgive you? You're nothing but a commoner, a peasant, and you will never be worthy of me." The words sting like venom, and Rex can feel his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach back then. Fast forward to the present, here she is, his ex-wife on her knees begging for him to take her back but will he? Or will he concentrate on his businesses and continue to uncover more horrifying things about Earth? Author's note: This is a action pack urban novel with little romance.

Betrayed. Humiliated. Left with nothing. Once mocked by relatives, dumped by a heartless ex, and fired with nothing but shame, your life hit rock bottom fast. But when a convoy of black cars pulls up and a stranger hands you a golden-sealed letter, everything changes: “You are the sole heir to the world’s richest consortium.” Now you hold the power to make or break empires. Jets, mansions, private armies, they’re yours. But with money comes enemies, and the deeper you rise, the more dangerous the fall. Welcome to a world of deception, wealth, and power, where every move you make could be your last. Because the higher you climb, the more people want to watch you burn.

"If you bark for me like a good little dog, I might let you stay and sweep the floor. That’s all you’re good for anyway." "You couldn’t even afford a decent suit for my wedding. Did you dig that out of a dumpster? Oh, wait—maybe that’s your new home." Louis was insulted by his ex wife. He was standing his ex wife wedding, she has no regrets for cheating on him. But little did she knew the place where her wedding took place, the island was owned by Louis Kinder. He was trillionaire heir, not a pathetic lapdog husband.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

Junior Smith was regarded as the useless and poor son-in-law in the eyes of all, but then, everything changed, starting with his name "So, I can call you mother?" Junior asked Emily "Of course. You're my son" Emily said "And one more thing" she continued "Your name is actually Mansion Miller Junior" His father, Mansion Miller, was CEO of D'Miller brand, the country's top company