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Stories marked with revenge.
My Stepsister Wanted My Vampire Boyfriend
My Stepsister Wanted My Vampire Boyfriend Two months before the graduation trials, my stepsister knelt in front of me and begged me to give her my boyfriend. Celeste Vale was crying so beautifully that even the winter light seemed to soften for her. Her pale cheeks were flushed.
The Saintess Who Stole My Fate
The Saintess Who Stole My Fate I was born to be the Saintess of Elarion. At least, that was what everyone told me. The priests of Silvermoon Temple said my veins glowed before I even learned to walk. My father, Duke Aldric Ashbourne, held a banquet for seven days when the oracle confirmed it. Nobles sent gifts.
I Sent My Alpha Husband Away
I Sent My Alpha Husband Away My husband loved me. That was what made everything so hard. Callum Voss was not cruel when he was himself.
A Womb for a Womb
A Womb for a Womb I nearly died giving birth to my second son. The healers cut me open from hip to hip after the labor failed. I bled so much the sheets turned black-red beneath me. For eight hours, I floated between life and death, hearing voices beyond the delivery room doors.
I Fell From the Thirteenth Floor
I Fell From the Thirteenth Floor I died with my unborn child inside me. One body. Two deaths.
My scientist husband created an app to make me the perfect wife. It controlled my hands, my voice, my chores, even my a…
My scientist husband created an app to make me the perfect wife. It controlled my hands, my voice, my chores, even my apologies. On the day of his launch event, he proudly demonstrated it to the world. What he didn’t know was that the woman on stage had been dead for twenty hours. He was controlling my corpse.
Sold to Wolf Hollow
Sold to Wolf Hollow When I woke, I had been sold to the wolves. The sky outside was painfully blue. I remember that first.
The Tenth Time I Ran
The Tenth Time I Ran The tenth time I tried to run, Garrick Cain dragged me back by my hair. He beat me until the whip split my skin. Again.
He Said Her Name in His Sleep
He Said Her Name in His Sleep The moon was the only bright thing that night. My mother named me Clara because she said the clouds had split open after I was born, revealing a moon so clear it lit the hospital windows. “Clear light,” she used to say. “That is what you are meant to become.”
My husband used my savings to buy a school-district apartment for his mistress’s son.
My husband used my savings to buy a school-district apartment for his mistress’s son. Then he forged a cheating scandal to force me out with nothing. What he forgot was simple: I was quiet in marriage, not powerless. My brother backed me. My first love came back.
I was the Underworld Princess who fell through a broken floor into a blind professor’s bedroom.
I was the Underworld Princess who fell through a broken floor into a blind professor’s bedroom. I wanted him dead so he could stay with me forever. Then I discovered he was a High Celestial on a mortal trial — after I crossed out a digit in his lifespan and killed him by mistake. To atone, I was sentenced to serve him.
My brother raised me after our parents died. For years, I thought he was the only family I had.
My brother raised me after our parents died. For years, I thought he was the only family I had. Then his cheating wife asked him to bring me home, so she could sell me to a violent man for fifty thousand dollars. My brother knew. And he still chose her.
After my father died in a car accident, I fought the board for his company. Then I found two DNA reports in his study.
After my father died in a car accident, I fought the board for his company. Then I found two DNA reports in his study. I was not his biological daughter. His real daughter was my husband’s mistress. She exposed me as the fake heiress, took my home, took my shares, took my husband, and sent me to prison for three years.
My husband’s first love came back, and he forgot he was married. He took her to a hotel, reposted her hand-holding phot…
My husband’s first love came back, and he forgot he was married. He took her to a hotel, reposted her hand-holding photo, and told the world, “It has always been you.” Everyone thought I was the abandoned wife. They didn’t know I never loved him either. I married him because he looked like my missing childhood fiancé.