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The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Annette was nothing but a mobile blood bank to her stepsister and her fiancé. Bound to a heavy iron chair in a freezing basement, she watched her own blood drain into a plastic bag. Her stepsister, Gayla, smiled flawlessly and whispered the ultimate betrayal. "Your mother didn't die of a heart attack. My father poisoned her for her patent." Her fiancé, Bryton, stepped back in pure disgust, complaining that the smell of her dying blood was unbearable. They watched her struggle against the metal chains, her wrists tearing open as the coldness of extreme blood loss drained her core. They had stolen her mother's wealth, her home, and now her life, leaving her to flatline in complete darkness. As her vision faded into gray, extreme fury flooded her veins. Why did her mother have to choke on her own foam while these parasites lived in luxury? She swore to herself with her last heartbeat that if she ever had another chance, she would tear them all apart. A sharp alarm clock rang out, and Annette's eyes snapped open to the smell of peeling paint. She was back in her cramped trailer at seventeen, exactly three days before her nightmare originally began. She smashed the mirror, grabbed her hidden cash, and headed straight to Manhattan to secure her mother's legacy before they even knew she existed. This time, the timid country girl they expected was dead. The legendary hacker had returned, and the game was about to start.
Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband

Substitute Marriage: My Lethal Comatose Husband

At seven years old, I hid in a closet and watched a man stab my mother to death before setting the room on fire. I survived, changed my name, and spent fifteen years hiding in a rundown garage behind a hideous, fake red birthmark. My fragile peace shattered when my biological father, Declan Thorne, suddenly tracked me down. He didn't come to save me from poverty, but to sell me. He and my half-sisters forced me to marry Sterling Montgomery, a wealthy heir who had been in a coma for six months. They needed my "ugly, bastard" status to unlock a massive trust fund, fully expecting me to spend the rest of my life rotting beside a dying corpse. They laughed at my cheap clothes and disfigured face, locking me in a room to ensure I wouldn't ruin their payday. "You have no right to refuse. I gave you life. This is how you pay me back." They thought I was just a terrified, pathetic pawn they could easily control. They didn't know I was the sole disciple of an underground medical genius, and I had deliberately let them sell me to use the Montgomery family's impenetrable fortress as my shield. When I finally stood alone in the medical wing, I checked my comatose husband's pulse, only to realize his failing vitals were entirely faked. As I reached out to rip off his oxygen mask, the "dying" man suddenly shot up from the bed, his hand clamping around my throat with lethal force.
The Slave Incarnate

The Slave Incarnate

Samaira loves Devyansh. He resorts to black magic and devil worship. He had everything, name, fame, riches etc…all that he needed except the one. What was the one he was searching for? Nobody knew except a few. They formed his core group of confides. There was nothing about love that ever came between them. But they still had a story together, a love story. It was one sided love, though. He had a plan which she couldn't figure out when at her last thought, the world slipped beneath her feet. His world, a creation of his deception and black magic housed her for a long time, leaving her with many questions unanswered. He did not have any weapon to kill but he still managed to damage her mind, body and reputation beyond any repair. By deception, he created a bad world for her. A world full of greed, lust, anger, betting, prostitution, penchant for gold and foul smell. A magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms. Waiting for her release from the magical den, she is cribbed, cabined and confined. It is no peaceful place but a haven contaminated with all things bad and abound with negative energies. Samaira has travelled past dimensions of time and space for a purpose - to lead her life with the anti-social elements of the Universe. Who are these anti-social elements? How will she lead her life with them? What do they want from her? Will they succeed? Was she an ordinary mortal or an Incarnation?