Revenge

"We've been together for two years. I gave you my virginity, and you go ahead and say this?"
"You're a cheerleader, Dahlia. Everyone knows cheerleaders are hoes. Don't try to impose a pregnancy on me. Are you trying to ruin my career?"
"You cheated on me, humiliated me in front of the entire school, lied about our relationship, and now you're acting like I'm the villain for refusing to quietly dis...

They took everything from me. Now I’m taking it back.
After five years in a coma, I woke up to my own son trying to kill me—poisoned cake, served with a smile. My husband? He watched me bleed… then carried his mistress home in his arms.
They called me desperate. Pathetic. A woman who’d do anything for love.
They were right. Once.
But the woman who walks out of that hospital isn’t the one they put ...

Everyone calls Knox Riker a king, but I know the truth. He’s just a suit-wearing sociopath with a God complex and a revolving door of women.
For four years, we were at each other’s throats. We spent every waking second trying to bankrupt one another, sabotaging deals just for the sport of it. Then came the merger, the strategic marriage i had it but there was Billions on the line. I knew I would b...

“My last day?” Ashley echoed, fear creeping into her voice. “What do you mean?”

“Look at me!" Adam shouted. "Do you think I deserve an obese woman like you?” He spat, his face contorting with disgust.

“Me?” she finally managed to whisper, her voice shaking.

Betrayed by her husband and sister on her birthday night, pregnant Ashley Smith is left for dead.

Fueled by anger and a thirst for venge...

Victoria Sy’s seemingly ideal life falls apart as she discovers her husband’s infidelity. Fueled by a desire for vengeance, she embarks on an unexpected revenge mission with Zander, her husband’s mysterious half-brother. As Victoria embraces her newfound freedom, she must navigate the perilous waters of love, betrayal, and self-discovery, redefining what it means to be genuinely alive.

His lips dared to brush mine, and I felt my grip on the fork weaken. The metallic taste of fear, or maybe something else, danced across my tongue. I straightened, eyes narrowing, chest rising with each sharp inhale.

“Stay away, Old Alpha, or I’ll eat you for breakfast,” I warned, my voice low but trembling just slightly, carrying the edge of challenge. My fingers flexed around the fork, knuckle...