REGINA SIMONDS
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The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge
Fantasy I stood in the Royal Hall, clutching a glass of warm champagne while watching Senator Levine laugh. To the crowd, he was a pillar of the community; to me, he was the parasite who had already destroyed my life once.
In my past life, this gala was the night the monarchy began to bleed. Levine successfully planted his cameras, the Vance empire funded a coup, and the kingdom I loved was sold off to the highest bidder.
I lived through the consequences of my silence. I watched my sister, Seraphina, die in childbirth because the medical supplies were intercepted by traitors. I watched the man I loved, Duke Elliot, stripped of his titles and branded a criminal. I spent my final days in a damp, freezing cell, listening to the executioner sharpen his blade while the people cheered for our demise.
The injustice burned in my throat like lye. I died wondering how I could have been so naive, how I could have let these monsters walk among us while I played the part of a perfect, quiet wife.
Why did the gods let the wicked prosper while my family’s blood watered the palace gardens? What would I have given for just one chance to strike first?
Then, the world shifted. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the gala, the scent of sandalwood and rain surrounding me as Elliot rested a possessive hand on my back. I wasn't just a Duchess anymore; I was a ghost from a future that would never happen, and I was ready to erase every name on my list. The Billionaire's Price For My Baby
Romance I had been Adrian Conway's executive assistant for five years, serving as the perfect, invisible shadow to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. But a single night of weakness after a high-stakes charity gala left me staring at a positive pregnancy test in the office restroom, my heart hammering with a fear I couldn't escape.
I tried to keep the secret and maintain my professionalism, but a freak accident in the lobby sent the test sliding across the marble floor-straight to the feet of Adrian's mother. The terrifying matriarch didn't offer a hand; she offered a cold, calculated ultimatum that turned my life into a high-stakes business transaction.
Adrian didn't even look at me when he heard the news, his voice cutting like a scalpel as he called our night a "mistake" and an "irrelevancy." Within days, I was forced into a hollow marriage at City Hall, wearing a diamond that felt like a shackle and moving into a penthouse where I was treated like an unwanted intruder. The nightmare deepened when they slid a new contract across the table: I would carry the child to term, hand it over to the Conway family immediately after birth, and sign away all parental rights for five million dollars.
"Don't expect me to play the loving husband. You are an employee who got a promotion," Adrian sneered, his eyes filled with pure loathing. He believed I had trapped him for his fortune, and his sister publicly branded me a "gold-digging parasite" while trying to force a DNA test. When I hesitated to sign the paper giving up my baby, Adrian leaned in with a terrifying calm, threatening to stop the life-saving medical payments for my dying mother.
I was surrounded by unimaginable wealth but had never felt more impoverished, realizing that to the Conways, I was nothing more than a vessel for an heir. I couldn't understand how a man I had respected for years could be so monstrously cruel, holding my mother's life hostage just to steal my child.
As I looked at the cold, clinical man who was now my husband, the desperation in my chest turned into a hard, freezing resolve. I picked up the pen and scrawled my name on the contract to save my mother, but I made a silent promise to the tiny life inside me. I had nine months to find a loophole, nine months to gather their secrets, and nine months to make Adrian Conway regret the day he ever thought he could own me. Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price
Modern I was the "fallen princess" of New York, living in a charcoal silk cage while paying off my father’s millions in debt with my own body. My owner was Braxton Kensington, a man who looked at me with the same cold interest he gave a fluctuating stock graph.
One morning, a New York Times alert shattered the silence: Braxton was getting engaged to a billionaire socialite in the merger of the decade. When I demanded my freedom and the five-million-dollar severance promised in our contract, he just smirked and pointed to the fine print.
"In a court of law, an engagement is just an intention," he whispered, gripping my chin until it bruised. "Until I sign that marriage license, you belong to me."
He flicked a black AmEx at my feet like I was a tragic charity case, ordering me to buy a dress for his engagement gala. To save my dying mother from eviction, I took a secret translation job, only to realize my client was his new fiancée, Caroline. She dragged me to Braxton’s office to humiliate me, and after he hid me in a secret room to avoid a scandal, he branded me a "security risk" and froze every cent I had.
I stood in a CVS with my last sixty dollars, swallowing a Plan B pill dry while watching a news report about Braxton demolishing my family’s last legacy. He didn't just want my body; he wanted to erase my entire existence and leave me with nothing.
The cruelty was breathtaking, but Braxton forgot that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous player in the game. I reached out to the only man he truly feared—his billionaire half-brother and the boy whose heart I broke years ago, Ansel Neal.
"Coffee isn't enough," Ansel replied to my message in seconds. "Dinner. Our old spot. 8 PM."
As I walked into the club to meet Braxton's greatest rival, I knew the game wasn't over. I was just changing the rules. He Chose His Ex, I Chose Vengeance
Romance On the day I was supposed to marry Giovanni Moretti, he publicly declared I was his brother’s girl.
He called off our wedding at the last minute. His ex, Sofia, had amnesia after a car crash, her memory reset to a time when they were still deeply in love.
So he cast me aside in my wedding dress to play the part of her devoted boyfriend.
For a month, I was forced to live as a "guest" in the Moretti estate, watching him dote on her and rebuild their past, all while promising he would marry me as soon as she recovered.
Then I overheard the truth. Giovanni had the cure for her amnesia locked away in his safe.
He wasn't trapped. He was indulging, savoring a second chance with the love of his life. He was confident I was his property, that I would simply wait until he was done. He told his men he could have us both.
He used his brother's name to humiliate me. Fine. I would use his brother's name to destroy him.
I walked into the office of the true power in the family, Don Domenico Moretti. "Your brother said I am your companion," I told him. "Let's make it real. Marry me." When Betrayal Burns: A Husband’s Revenge
Romance Something was wrong with Olivia. Small things at first: a new perfume, hidden texts, glossy shopping bags from stores we couldn' t afford.
Then, during a video call from my business trip, the camera shifted, and I saw a men' s watch on her nightstand. A big, silver one. It wasn' t mine. Her smile snapped, her eyes darted away, and she stammered, calling it a "surprise" before disconnecting.
When she texted an hour later, full of false cheer, I noticed new, expensive diamond earrings that I hadn' t bought. She claimed my sister, Sarah, had given them to her "ages ago." Her stories fell apart under the slightest probe. She was a terrible liar, her panic barely concealed by forced smiles. My gut screamed, but I clung to hope.
But the cheap, plastic keychain she gave me as her "surprise" upon my return, while her brand-new designer handbag sat on the counter, next to the memory of that expensive watch, shattered any illusions.
I became withdrawn, playing the broken husband. Yet, when I "forgot" my wallet and returned home, I heard Olivia whisper to Sarah about "Mr. Davies" and a deal. My sister, my own flesh and blood, had sold my wife to her boss for a promotion.
The realization was a physical blow. My wife, my sister-they had betrayed me in the most heinous way imaginable. They thought I was an idiot, a clueless fool. But the game had just begun. When the Oil Heiress Strikes Back
Romance I thought our 10th anniversary party was the night Ethan, my musician boyfriend of ten years, would finally propose.
Ten years I'd dedicated to supporting his dreams, putting his ambitions above my own, quietly funding our life.
But instead of a ring, he abandoned the party for his ex-girlfriend, Molly, only to post a cringeworthy picture later that night on Instagram.
It was him and Molly, her head on his shoulder, holding up a sonogram with a caption: "Starting a new chapter. Sometimes the most beautiful songs are the ones you come back to."
The humiliation was instant, public, and absolute.
The next morning, Molly called me from HIS phone, chirping about him making her breakfast, and Ethan scoffed at my pain, calling me "needy" for being upset he announced a baby with his ex on our anniversary.
He even had the audacity to keep Molly hidden in my luxury downtown condo, the one he deemed "blood money" unfit for his artistic integrity, demanding I cook for them when I confronted him there.
How could the man I loved, the partner I had built a life with, treat me with such utter contempt and cruelty, forcing me into this grotesque spectacle in my own home?
That's when I picked up the phone, not to argue, not to beg, but to call my father's legal team and serve them both with an immediate eviction. Chloe's Legacy: A Vow of Vengeance
Sci-fi Six years ago, my best friend Chloe and I made a pact: escape our dead-end town and conquer the world. We thrived. My husband, Alex, was Governor, and Chloe, pregnant and radiating joy, celebrated at his inaugural ball. This was our victory, our grand triumph.
Then, a gunman appeared. Chloe, without a second' s thought, shielded me, taking the bullet meant for my chest. She collapsed, a crimson stain blooming on her white gown. As my world narrowed to her fading life, I saw my husband, Alex, not looking at us, but instinctively shielding another woman: Jessica Davenport, his high school sweetheart.
He chose her. In that moment of terror, he protected his ghost from the past, not his wife. Chloe whispered of a "reset" clause, a way back she'd hidden, before taking her last breath. My sister, my other half, gone because she protected me, while my husband protected someone else.
Rage, cold and hard, festered inside me. But then, a cryptic message arrived: Failsafe activated. Chloe' s final directive. It led to a vast, hidden network – private investigators, data miners, offshore accounts. Chloe had given me a weapon. She wanted a reset, to go back to a forgotten past.
But going back meant they would all get away with it. Alex. Ethan. Jessica. Instead, I decided to burn their entire world to the ground. The Baker's Billionaire: A Second Chance at Love
Romance I spent forty years as Amelia Dubois, the devoted wife to Senator Julian Vance, raising our twins and smiling for the cameras. I truly believed I had it all.
Then, on my deathbed at sixty, a devastating truth shattered my world: a secret prenuptial agreement with another woman, a hidden family, and my children declared illegitimate heirs.
My devoted life was nothing but a convenient cover story, dismissed by Julian as an "unfortunate loose end" as I slipped away.
Rage burned through my fading spirit, a fire so hot it could tear the world apart.
And then, I woke up, sticky and disgusted, twenty years old, beside the man who would ruin my life.
Not this time. Her Own Kind of Happy Ever After
Romance My lake trip with Ethan, my fiancé and a rising finance star, was supposed to be our last pre-wedding hurrah.
I' d meticulously packed for two, my suitcase sitting beside his, ready for our perfect getaway.
Then Chloe, the estate manager's daughter my family oddly favored, pulled up with her child, claiming Ethan had invited them.
Without a glance, Ethan shooed me out of the car, promising to return after dropping them off at the resort an hour away.
The humiliation burned as I watched him drive away, Chloe smugly waving from the passenger seat.
Hours later, my phone buzzed with Chloe' s Instagram stories: Ethan laughing, steering a speedboat, his arm casually around her shoulder in a sunset photo.
They were celebrating lake life while I was abandoned.
When I confronted him, my own mother and brother, Liam, sided with Chloe, accusing me of just being "jealous" and "dramatic."
The final blow came on my birthday.
Ethan gifted me a beautiful diamond necklace, only for Chloe to reveal she had an identical one, saying Ethan got it for her as a "thank you" for helping him choose mine.
It wasn't just betrayal; it was a brazen insult, confirming I was nothing but an afterthought, discarded by my fiancé and dismissed by my family.
But in that moment, pain sharpened into an unyielding clarity.
I wouldn't wait anymore, not for anyone.
I blocked Ethan, then secretly packed a single bag, leaving my engagement ring and the mocking necklace behind.
My gilded cage was about to open as I boarded a bus, bound for a new life, far from the Hawthornes and their suffocating expectations. Her Stolen Six
Modern For eight long years, a dull ache lived in my heart.
I' d endured six stillbirths, each a crushing blow.
My husband, Mark, always seemed supportive, telling me we' d get through it.
Desperate for him to be a father, I even hired his ex, Chloe, as a surrogate.
Their son, Miles, had just been born.
Then, at the hospital, a simple blood donation for my niece Amelia shattered my world.
My brother-in-law, Robert, panicked.
Trembling, he confessed: "Lily is your first baby, Sarah.
The one you were told was stillborn eight years ago.
Mark… Mark gave her to us."
My first daughter, alive. Stolen.
When I confronted Mark, he gaslit me, calling it "compassion" for his childless siblings.
His family begged me not to "destroy" Lily' s life.
Chloe, now living with Mark, subtly undermined me.
Mark dismissed my pain, giving me an ultimatum: leave if I couldn't be "reasonable."
He watched me grieve through six "stillbirths."
His family systematically stole every single one of our babies.
The man I loved betrayed me in the most monstrous way.
My entire life, built on his lies, disintegrated.
A cold, burning rage ignited within me.
His cruel ultimatum didn't break me; it forged me.
I wouldn't be reasonable.
I wouldn't calm down.
I grabbed my phone, dialing my lawyer.
I was going to fight for my children – plural. From Stand-In to Sterling
Romance My life with Ethan seemed perfect, a carefully constructed dream built over years of quiet happiness. I believed in our future, our unwavering love.
But then, his high school sweetheart, Jessica, died in a tragic accident. Weeks later, the chilling discovery of Ethan's suicide note: "Jessica was the only one. I can't live without her."
My world didn't just crumble; it exploded into a million shards of brutal betrayal. Our entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, a painful performance. I was nothing but a stand-in, a convenient placeholder for the woman he truly loved. Every shared smile, every whispered promise, now felt like a cruel deception.
The agony of that realization was a physical blow. Eight years, wasted. My heart was ripped open, not just by loss, but by the acidic burn of profound humiliation and the sickening injustice of being so utterly used and discarded.
How could I have been so tragically wrong about everything?
Then I woke up, gasping, back in my college dorm room, feeling the same nausea, seeing the same too-bright sunshine. My phone buzzed. A text from Ethan: "Sarah, we need to talk. It's about Jessica. I think I'm still in love with her. We can't do this anymore."
The exact same words. But this time, my tears were gone. This time, I finally knew how to change my story. From Love Story to Nightmare
Modern Our podcast, "City Girls Hustle," was finally hitting its stride, a dream built with my best friend, Sarah. We celebrated big deals, our chemistry charming listeners. Then, Kevin entered. My new, ambitious boyfriend, immediately eyeing our success, suggested he could "take us to the next level" – with him in control. Sarah felt an instant unease.
His charm turned venomous. He isolated me, whispering doubts about Sarah, orchestrating a humiliating public stunt, then meticulously destroying our podcast. Numb, I watched Sarah, my rock, forced out, leaving me burdened and hollow. Kevin’s grip tightened, his emotional and financial abuse escalating until one night, his rage, his shove, led to an agonizing loss: our baby.
Yet, his cruelty knew no bounds. Kevin posted a tearful video, blaming Sarah for my miscarriage and suing me for emotional distress! He twisted his monstrous actions into my crime. How could a person be so utterly depraved? That video, however, shattered my numbness. A cold, clear rage ignited. He had taken everything. Now he wanted my truth. No more. My hands shaking, I opened my laptop, ready to expose him. Then, I called Sarah. The real story was about to drop. You might like
Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister
Culprit The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house. Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge
REGINA SIMONDS I stood in the Royal Hall, clutching a glass of warm champagne while watching Senator Levine laugh. To the crowd, he was a pillar of the community; to me, he was the parasite who had already destroyed my life once.
In my past life, this gala was the night the monarchy began to bleed. Levine successfully planted his cameras, the Vance empire funded a coup, and the kingdom I loved was sold off to the highest bidder.
I lived through the consequences of my silence. I watched my sister, Seraphina, die in childbirth because the medical supplies were intercepted by traitors. I watched the man I loved, Duke Elliot, stripped of his titles and branded a criminal. I spent my final days in a damp, freezing cell, listening to the executioner sharpen his blade while the people cheered for our demise.
The injustice burned in my throat like lye. I died wondering how I could have been so naive, how I could have let these monsters walk among us while I played the part of a perfect, quiet wife.
Why did the gods let the wicked prosper while my family’s blood watered the palace gardens? What would I have given for just one chance to strike first?
Then, the world shifted. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the gala, the scent of sandalwood and rain surrounding me as Elliot rested a possessive hand on my back. I wasn't just a Duchess anymore; I was a ghost from a future that would never happen, and I was ready to erase every name on my list. The General’s Genius Daughter
Zhuo Hua Rong Qiyue had a fulfilling life. She ran a successful restaurant, had an adorable son, and was happily married… or so she thought. Murdered by her husband and his secret mistress, she finds herself reborn as Hua Qiyue, the daughter of a famous general. After rescuing her son, Tianci, from those who destroyed her, she discovers a hidden world, where she meets the charming, but villainous, Tianpi. He declares her his student and teaches her powerful spells to use against those who would do her harm. Shoved into a world of politics, magic, and constant deception, how far will Hua Qiyue go to protect herself and those she loves? SEX DEMON, SEX ADDICT AND OTHER ADULT COMPILATION STORIES
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synonyms: collection, selection, anthology, treasury, compendium, album, corpus, miscellany, pot-pourri, miscellanea, garland, ana, collectanea, analects, florilegium The Firm's New Queen
Fei Se I was Evelyn Reed, a senior litigator, standing in my office.
Everything felt chillingly familiar, as if I' d lived this exact moment before.
Because I had.
Just moments ago, I recalled the cold New York air, the city lights blurring in betrayal, as my husband Damien pushed me from our penthouse roof.
He did it after his men had their way with me, a brutal punishment for his lover, Isabelle's, death.
But then, I blinked, and I was back, staring at the exact clock on my desk where my old life began its final, downward spiral.
The doors to our main lobby burst open, and a group of angry, suit-wearing men, the "family" of a pro bono client, stormed in.
They were here because Damien had failed to file a critical injunction, initiating a terrifying lockdown of the entire floor.
When my loyal paralegal tried to call him for help, Damien' s arrogant dismissal over the phone led to him being brutally knocked unconscious.
The bitter irony: he thought he' d silenced me forever, but I was back, a ghost with one singular, burning purpose.
No longer the compliant wife, I would use every lesson from my past demise to orchestrate his downfall, piece by agonizing piece.
This time, he wouldn't just lose; he would suffer. His Betrayal, Her Rebirth
Waterfront View My career as a marketing strategist was unstoppable.
Then Chloe Davis walked in, a new hire with a smile too bright and a chilling claim: "I'm a reborn person."
She started "predicting" disasters-a major client product failure, a restaurant fire-events that strangely came true, catapulting her to prophet status.
Suddenly, my data-driven expertise meant nothing.
My promotion, the one I had earned, was given to Chloe.
When I confided in my boyfriend and colleague, Mark, about resigning, he looked at me with cold eyes: "Mr. Thompson will think you' re a flight risk. That you' re bitter."
The next day, as I prepared to quit, Mr. Thompson confronted me with fake emails, expertly crafted by Mark, showing me colluding with our biggest rival.
My resignation was refused; instead, I was publicly demoted to administrative duties, stripped of my dignity.
Mark, my supposed partner, stood by Chloe, a triumphant smirk on his face.
The humiliation was a physical weight, pushing me to the brink.
In my previous life, consumed by despair, I took my own life on the marble steps of the agency that had once been my dream.
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was back in the conference room, listening to Chloe's chilling introduction: "I'm a reborn person."
This time, I wasn't going to be a victim. Too Late for Apologies
Liu Jia For nearly a decade, I walked through life as Mrs. Hamilton, wife to the charming and successful Ethan.
Our perfect marriage was more than a facade; it was my very existence, bound by a secret Soul Pact that determined whether I lived or died.
Then, seven days before my designated survival deadline, Ethan casually dropped a bombshell: he needed a temporary divorce for his latest fling, a demanding young intern named Chloe.
He offered me designer bags and an unlimited credit card, oblivious that he was asking me to sign my own death warrant, effectively sealing my fate.
Chloe, triumphant and venomous, reveled in my humiliation from my very own penthouse, mocking me as "old news" while lounging in my favorite spots.
Ethan, valuing his mistress's fleeting whims over my life, eagerly discarded our shared history and sent me away.
The chilling countdown from the Soul Pact System inside me confirmed my imminent end-a meticulously "staged accident" awaited.
How could someone mistake my life for a casual game, oblivious that his "temporary break" was my permanent end?
My heart ached with the profound loneliness of carrying this fatal secret alone, a cruel irony after years of quiet endurance.
I died in a fiery crash, right on schedule.
But then, a cold, digital voice whispered, "System error. Collect 100 Regret Points from Ethan to be reborn."
Now, an unseen spectator, my very existence hinges on the depth of his sorrow. When Love Turns To Ash
Lila For love, I walked away from ancient power, trading immortality for a quiet life with my wife, Seraphina, and our daughter, Willow. We lived simply, off the grid, far from the world I once protected.
Then came the nightmare. A chilling premonition: Willow in agony, Julian Thorne's smirk in the shadows, and Seraphina, my wife, turning away. I knew I had to go back to the world I'd abandoned – to Seraphina' s opulent Sterling Order, to reclaim my lost power, my Heartwood Staff.
But instead of understanding, I found a stranger. Seraphina, cold and distant, dismissed my warnings, believed Julian's lies, and allowed him to frame me. My daughter and I were thrown into a desolate prison, starving, defenseless. My wife, the woman I sacrificed everything for, watched, indifferent.
I thought my heart was broken then. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for the moment Seraphina, my own wife, raised an arcane device and aimed it at our daughter. Willow' s scream still echoes in my soul. Her eyes… blinded by her own mother' s hand.
In that instant, lying broken and helpless, something awakened within me. Not the man I tried to be, but the ancient Guardian I was always meant to be. The Solstice Gala is tomorrow. I' m coming back for my reckoning. And this time, she won' t turn away. 
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