The Taste of Sweet Karma

Reborn and Ruthless: The Pregnant Wife's Reckoning

The last thing I remembered was Chloe' s voice, a chilling whisper cutting through the haze: "She's just an obstacle, Ethan, her and that baby." One bitter sentence, sealing my fate. Then, absolute darkness. A searing, unbearable pain tore through me, and then… nothingness. My precious baby, my entire future, brutally ripped away. And why? Because my own husband, Ethan Harrison, had chosen my venomous stepsister, Chloe, over us. Chloe, a snake in darling packaging, had once cast Ethan aside when he was nothing, only to reappear, slithering back into his life the moment his star began its relentless ascent. Their calculated betrayal left me with nothing but the chilling echo of what might have been, a life extinguished before it truly began, my child sacrificed to their ambition. The phantom pain of that demise still clawed at me, a constant reminder of the monstrous injustice. How could they? How could Ethan, the man who vowed to cherish me, and Chloe, my own stepsister, conspire to eradicate me and my unborn child? The question raged within, a burning inferno of disbelief and seething hatred. Then, with a gasp, my eyes flew open. Blinding sunlight streamed into my opulent bedroom at the Harrison estate. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach, no longer flat and barren, but subtly curved. "Congratulations, Mrs. Harrison, you' re pregnant." The doctor' s words from this morning echoed. I was back. This time, things would be different. This baby would live. And everyone who wronged me-Ethan, Chloe, Eleanor, even Brenda-would face my reckoning.

Her Corporate Crown, His Quiet Revenge

Mike Davis, a quiet history teacher, found his predictable life intertwined with his wife Jess' s high-flying corporate success at Miller Farms-a company built on his beloved Grandpa Joe' s groundbreaking agricultural innovations. Then, my world shattered. A call came: Grandpa Joe was critically injured in an accident at Miller Farms, a tragedy caused by a reckless MBA intern Jess was grooming. Instead of support, Jess, the CEO, coldly threatened me, freezing our joint accounts to protect her company's image, effectively cutting off funds for Joe' s life-saving care. She shattered a cherished photo of me and my grandpa, her actions twisting the knife of betrayal and leaving me utterly isolated and helpless. How could the woman I loved betray our family so cruelly, sacrificing Grandpa Joe for a corporate image and threatening his very life? The injustice burned, leaving me desperate and cornered. But just as despair threatened to consume me, a shocking secret emerged: Grandpa Joe had foresightfully transferred the very intellectual property Miller Farms depended on-its core genetic patents-directly to me, years ago. And its exclusivity had just expired. I, the unassuming teacher, now held the keys to my wife's empire. What would I do with this sudden, unexpected power?

My Sweet Escape

It was my rehearsal dinner, sparkling with chandeliers in a historic Philadelphia hotel, filled with the promise of a perfect future with Mark, the man I had loved for seven years. Then, just as the evening began winding down, Mark leaned in and shared a long, passionate kiss with my maid of honor, Jessica, right there for everyone to see. My fiancé, the man I was marrying tomorrow, had just publicly humiliated me, dismissing it with a grin as "old times," while Jessica, my best friend, tearfully begged me not to "make a scene." When I tried to leave, Mark physically seized me, threatening to cancel our entire wedding if I dared walk out, then his family and mine blamed me for the disruption. The betrayal escalated at a forced family dinner when Jessica presented a cake made with an ingredient she knew I was severely allergic to, nearly killing me, only for Mark to blindly side with her staged injury and lash out at me again. How could the people closest to me systematically betray, gaslight, and endanger my life, while my own family continued to blame me for reacting to their cruelty? As I lay in the hospital, stripped of my dignity and support, I decided I would no longer be a victim, choosing to expose their lies and leave everything to build a new life entirely on my own terms.

His Political Wife's Secret

I was Sarah-Beth Beaumont, the elegant wife of Charleston' s rising political star, Jack Beaumont Jr. My life seemed picture-perfect, and the news of my pregnancy promised an even brighter future. A Beaumont heir would solidify our legacy, and Jack beamed with pride. But behind the smiles, a chilling truth festered. My sister, Carrie, emerged from the shadows, her eyes cold as she whispered venom into my ear: "He never loved you. You were just a placeholder." Then, the brutal pain, the darkness. They killed me, and my unborn baby, watching me bleed out. My husband stood by, choosing her. The betrayal was absolute, the finality of death a cruel end to my naive devotion. They discarded me like trash, their ambition stained with my blood and the life of our child. There was no escape, no justice, only the agonizing realization of their monstrous deception. How could I have been so blind? So utterly disposable? The horror of that final moment, the searing pain of their betrayal, haunted me even as my life slipped away. What kind of monster plots to extinguish a life, especially an innocent one, for power and prestige? But then, a gasp. My eyes flew open. I was back. Not in my grave, but in my bed, on June 14th – the day disaster began. My stomach was flat, but not empty. This time, I wouldn't be their victim. I was back for one purpose: to make them pay, and to protect my child, no matter the cost.

She Died for Her Son's Future

My days were a silent decay, confined to a dark wing of my husband Ethan' s sprawling estate, a place as forgotten as I had become. Once a celebrated musician, now I was a ghostly presence, my body frail, my spirit hollowed by isolation. Then, they came for me: two brute men pulling me from my stained mattress into the blinding opulence of Ethan' s main living area. My husband stood there, a king with his pop star queen, Chloe, and my own son, Leo, whose face was a mask of coldness. They demanded a public apology, accusing me of sabotaging Chloe' s career with vicious lies, lies my son' s small voice echoed, tearing me apart. Within moments, the charade intensified: Chloe dramatically collapsed, feigning a sudden, fatal heart condition, and the physician Ethan controlled declared a desperate need for a transplant. Ethan' s eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on me with a horrifying intent: I was to be sacrificed, my healthy organs harvested for Chloe' s fictional illness. The ultimate betrayal wasn't just my stolen songs or the car crash that left me paralyzed; it was this barbaric desecration, driven by Ethan's monstrous, deluded love, all to secure Chloe' s fame. How could I, a mother, a wife, who had given everything, be condemned to such a gruesome, public death for a lie? Just as the clinic room prepared for my end, I made a choice, a whisper to the voice inside my head, the System, to simply "vanish." Sarah Thompson was dead, leaving only an empty shell behind. But a flicker of hope, the image of my ailing sister and my son, still tangled in their web of deceit, ignited a desperate resolve. I would return, step back into the inferno, and for the first time, not be their victim. I would expose their monstrous truths, redeem my son, save my sister, and make Ethan, the man who destroyed me, truly pay for every single sin. This time, I was ready to demand: "Die for me, Ethan."

Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge

My life was supposed to be a success story, a talented architect married to a rising firm owner, living comfortably in Chicago. But at the annual holiday gala, my husband, Mark, publicly humiliated me by gifting my deceased mother's irreplaceable locket to his conniving intern, Tiffany, who then carelessly shattered it. What followed was a cruel spiral of blatant infidelity, his dismissal of my grief, gaslighting about his constant neglect, and their calculated plot to destroy my career; he even staged a fake suicide attempt for Tiffany, forcing me to donate my rare blood type on the day of my most critical professional presentation, then watched as they celebrated with my stolen project and commissioned my anniversary gown for his mistress. Lying in that sterile hospital room, sedated and weak, I understood the full extent of their calculated cruelty; every betrayal was a deliberate, agonizing twist of the knife, leaving me stripped of everything and simmering with a cold, unwavering fury. As Mark brazenly handed over my stolen designs to Tiffany, dismissing my accusations of plagiarism, I finally made the call I vowed I never would: to my reclusive, powerful father in New York, demanding he pull every string and dismantle Mark' s entire empire, piece by piece.

One Fated Night

Aria Wilson agrees to her step- sister offers to have a one night stand with an old man interchange for large amounts. It will be use for his brother's operation. What they don't know is the man she had sex with is turned out to be Jake Thomson! The most powerful man in Golden City, a multi-billionaire. Her step- sister Ayah, pretended that she is the one he was with that night so she is the on who gained wealth. Aria got pregnant and walked away but after five years she came back and her children...

What Makes A Power Couple

Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?

Longing For My Rejected Luna

"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...

After Divorce, I Return As CEO

"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "

When Love Comes Late

In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?

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!"