A Decade of Vengeance

The 48th Lie

Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Liam, brought up divorce for the 47th time. He does this for Seraphina, his childhood friend. The woman who orchestrated a car crash on our wedding day, a tragedy that left her unable to have children and left him shackled by a debt of guilt. For six years, I have been the price of his repayment. I endured the relentless cycle. But this time was different. This time, after Seraphina pushed me down a spiral staircase, Liam promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay. Instead, he ensured the smart home security system "mysteriously" erased all evidence. That night, from the supposed safety of a house he had arranged, Seraphina had me kidnapped. As her hired thugs tore at my clothes in the back of a cold, dark van, I managed to make one desperate emergency call to Liam through my smartwatch. He saw my plea. And he hung up. I leaped from that moving van, not onto asphalt, but into the cold, unforgiving sea. As I fought for my life in the icy water, swallowed by the darkness, I made a vow. This time, there would be no 48th remarriage. This time, I would simply cease to exist.

Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling

For years, I, Ethan, poured my family's wealth and my own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating them into tech prodigies destined to lead our industry. Their acceptance to MIT, cemented by their victory in the National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crowning achievement, our shared golden ticket to the future. Then the email dropped: they'd deferred MIT for some 'unremarkable' junior developer, Alex. My attempts to reason with them were met with empty excuses, until a chilling blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatening a "career-ending injury" if the "male lead" interfered with the "plot." I was forced to comply, to watch them choose a path I knew would lead to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, the very foundation of their genius, quietly slipped from their grasp. They didn't realize that without me, they weren't prodigies; they were just two smart girls about to compete on their own. Their rage was palpable when they realized their access was revoked. "Are you punishing us?" Emily accused. I met their eyes. "This isn't punishment. It's policy. You made a choice. These are the consequences." Later, I overheard them. "He's just trying to make us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He thinks because his family paid for things, he owns us." Then the true venom of their betrayal struck me: "We'll flatter him... hint I might reconsider the marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the competition, and then dump Ethan and his whole arrogant family for good. He's just a stepping stone." "Stepping stone." My stomach clenched, the years of gratitude replaced by entitlement. How could they betray everything we built?" When they brazenly invaded my home with Alex, demanding my office for their "male lead," the holographic text flickered back, labeling me an "obstacle" to their "plot." But just as Emily, her gentle facade shattered, grabbed my arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physically enforce their warped reality, a cold resolve settled in. I stared at the red mark blooming on my cheek, the pain a searing clarity. They would hurt me to get what they wanted. "No." My voice was calm despite my throbbing cheek. This wasn't just about them anymore; it was about reclaiming my life. I would not be a stepping stone. I would not be an obstacle. I would not be written out of my own story.

Betrayed Heiress: My Revenge

The last thing I remembered was the coppery taste of my own blood. Mark, the man I loved more than life itself, smiled cruelly as I bled out on the floor of the company he' d stolen from my family. My family, ruined. Our name, dragged through the mud. And me, dead at twenty-four, all because I chose the wrong man. He just whispered, his voice a venomous hiss, "You should have just stayed a stupid, useful tool, Chloe. Did you really think I could love someone like you?" I, Chloe Sterling, heir to a business empire with an almost supernatural gift for market trends, had given him everything. I saved him from ruin, sacrificing my own company to build his, only to have him systematically dismantle mine. His final betrayal? Announcing his engagement to my best friend, Sarah, the same one who' d fed him my strategies and framed my father for embezzlement. My father subsequently suffered a fatal heart attack. Then, Mark killed me. I never understood how I could have been so blind, so utterly foolish, to let him destroy everything. But then, a blinding white light. I gasped, finding myself in my old bedroom, two years younger, with my phone buzzing. It was the day I first saved Mark. This time, I wouldn't be his savior. I would be his spectator. And then, his judge.

The Architect of Her Own Demise

"Gabrielle? Are you awake?" The whisper cut through the dark, the same saccharine sweetness that had once chilled me to the bone. My eyes snapped open, a breath catching in my throat. I wasn't in the cramped, lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston University dorm, sophomore year, the exact moment the psychological torture had begun. In my last life, my roommate Molly Fuller, the seemingly naive small-town girl, methodically dismantled my sanity, piece by piece. From "accidental" coffee spills on my laptop to "innocent" lies that ruined my relationships, her constant torment culminated in a crippling mental breakdown. I lost my scholarship, my future, and eventually, the will to live. I died alone, haunted by her pervasive manipulations, utterly bewildered by how someone so seemingly innocent could orchestrate such a devastating campaign of destruction. But this time, as her silhouette materialized through the curtain, my heart didn't pound with fear. It thrummed with a cold, hard rhythm of vengeance. This time, I knew every single move she would make, and I would make her regret every single one.

The Woman He Left For Dead

My husband, Liam, the anchor I' d clung to for ten years, just filed for divorce. Standing outside the Houston courthouse, the bone-deep chill wasn' t just from the freak Texas snow; it was the cold truth of his disdain. He sped off in his Porsche, leaving me stranded, echoing his brutal words: "You need to learn to stand on your own." Back in our sterile mansion, two crushing secrets sat on my nightstand: a diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer and an ultrasound photo showing I was ten weeks pregnant. He never came home to find them. Instead, I called him, only for a pop starlet' s syrupy voice to answer-the woman he was having an affair with. In that gut-wrenching moment, my despair didn't break me; it hardened. I was dying, pregnant, and abandoned by the man who promised forever. I burned my secrets in the fireplace, the smoke stinging my eyes, then called Liam back. "I' m contesting the divorce." My voice was steady, newfound steel replacing shattered hope. I would drag this out, make it messy, expose him. If he wanted his freedom, he' d have to come home. He' d have to spend our last thirty days together. This was no longer about love; it was about survival, and I wouldn't be discarded.

Project Chimera's Reckoning

My wife, Jessica, and I built NovaTech Solutions from the ground up. I was the tech genius, the lead architect for our most critical DoD contract, Project Chimera. Our life seemed perfect. Then came the call: Jessica had a minor car accident. Her memory loss was selective, remembering board members but not our anniversary. She started bringing her young, flashy intern, Kevin, everywhere, claiming he was "helping her remember." One night, I came home early and overheard them. "This amnesia thing is working perfectly," Kevin smirked. My brilliant, beautiful wife laughed, "Of course, sweetie. You'll have my undivided attention. He' ll be gone, and the company will be ours." My blood ran cold. The woman I loved had orchestrated this elaborate lie to steal everything I built. The next morning, at an all-hands meeting, she publicly humiliated me, calling my professional arrangement "unclear," and demanded I resign, handing over Project Chimera to Kevin. Everyone watched as I calmly signed the termination papers. Then, looking her in the eye, I said, "Jessica, I want a divorce." They thought they had won. They thought I would crawl back. But as I walked away, leaving my company, my home, and the woman I thought I knew, a chilling resolve settled in. I wouldn't just disappear; I would stand back and watch the inevitable consequences of their betrayal unfold. Their victory was only the beginning of their true downfall.

Fated To The World's Richest Man

The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?

The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable

Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."