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REBORN TO REVENGE

REBORN TO REVENGE

When Lucy, a 30-year-old cancer patient, walks in on her husband and best friend, she realizes her whole life has been a lie. What's worse, she dies a tragic and brutal death at the hands of her husband. Fortunately for Lucy, she is given the chance to rewrite her fate. Reincarnated into her younger self, Lucy plots her revenge: marrying off her ex-best friend to her cheating ex- husband and building wealth by mirroring his successful investments. But when she meets a colleague and friend at work facing similar struggles- a cheating husband and cancer diagnosis - Lucy's plans become complicated. She has to choose between her desire for revenge and her need to help her friend, all while keeping her secret safe. Just when she thought she had it all figured out, she unexpectedly fell for her boss, complicating her plans for vengeance even further. Then, out of the blue, her first love reentered her life after years of silence since high school. Now, tangled in a love triangle, she felt more lost than ever. Should she chase the new spark with her boss, or should she try to reignite the flame with the one who once captured her heart? Will her quest for revenge ultimately consume her, or will she find the strength to choose redemption and discover true happiness and closure? Immerse yourself in this captivating story filled with love, betrayal, and the journey of self-discovery.
Love My Way

Love My Way

She didn't mean to knock the mayor to the ground, let alone shove a fistful of coins into his chest and vanish into the night. But that's exactly what Blair Walker did after one too many tequila shots at her cousin's wedding. Three accidental meetings later, she found herself waking up next to him. Again. And then she married him. By accident. Graham Marcus-yes, the sharp-jawed, no-nonsense mayor of Crestwood Falls-wasn't exactly her idea of a dream husband. Arrogant. Infuriatingly calm. And way too good at twisting her words. Their second night together proved that their chemistry was both a blessing... and a ticking time bomb. On their wedding night, a stray kick to his most sensitive region marked the beginning of a cold war that would span their entire marriage. He called it payback. She called it unfair. He kept score. She fought back. Their life became a chessboard-passion-fueled fights, sarcastic flirtations, and retaliation disguised as affection. And still, somehow, she couldn't stay away from him. Then came that fateful Monday morning at the office. A curious colleague asked, "Blair, who is he to you?" Caught off-guard and panicking, she blurted the worst thing possible: "He's my uncle." The silence was deafening. The air crackled with tension. That night, Marcus's voice was velvet and venom as he shut the bedroom door. "Oh? I'm your uncle now? Funny... because your 'uncle' knows exactly how you sound when you're begging for more." She slept on the sofa. Again. This man was impossible. But deep down, Blair knew something had changed. He was no longer just a mistake or an enemy with a wedding ring. He was a storm-and she had walked straight into the eye of it. And somewhere between the war and the wine, between every argument and every stolen look... She realized she might not make it out of this marriage with her heart intact.
Too Late for Regret, Liam

Too Late for Regret, Liam

For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment. I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable. One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C." Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, made me click. It wasn't finances; it was Chloe. Thousands of photos, her smiling face, and then the "Journal" subfolder. My hands shook as I read devastating entries. The flowers he bought me after my promotion, the romantic trip to Italy, even our engagement-each cherished moment a desperate reaction to a woman he still couldn't let go of. He worried I was pregnant, clearly terrified of being tied to me while Chloe was "still out there." Then Chloe herself started sending me messages, photos of her and Liam, bragging I was just a "placeholder." I heard him tell his best friend he was "stringing me along" to make Chloe jealous. The man I loved saw me only as a prop in his silent play for another woman. How could I have been so blind, so completely fooled? His ring on my finger was never for me. With a cold, hard clarity, I realized my entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie. I saved every message, every damning photo, and wrote a short note: "We're done." I closed our joint accounts, changed my number, and bought a bus ticket out of Chicago. There was no sadness, just a firm click of a door closing on a life that was never truly mine.
Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

Five years ago, Colette Orr was drugged and hunted by her own stepsister and fiancé. To survive the night, she hid in a dark hotel suite and accidentally gave herself to a dangerous, wounded stranger. Now a struggling single mother working as a hotel manager, her nightmare returned. Her stepsister Chelsey was hosting her lavish wedding at Colette's hotel. They lured Colette into a trap, violently forced her into a shredded, filthy wedding dress, and dragged her onto the main stage. Under the blinding spotlight, Chelsey publicly humiliated Colette, weeping fake tears while framing her as a deranged stalker and a corporate spy. The elite crowd sneered with disgust, demanding she be arrested, while the groom's mother pointed at Colette's five-year-old son and viciously called him a fatherless bastard. Clutching her little boy, Leo, Colette trembled with a mix of absolute despair and raw rage. She had already given up her inheritance and her past to escape their venom. Why wouldn't they just let her and her son live in peace? Suddenly, the grand ballroom doors crashed open. Julian Heath IV, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire—and the stranger from that dark room five years ago—strode in with an army of guards. Before Colette could run, her genius son launched himself at the terrifying titan's leg. "Daddy!" Leo shouted to the silent room. Julian's cold eyes locked onto Colette, and with a terrifyingly calm voice, he ordered his men to seal every exit.
Amnesia's Kiss, Divorce's Demand

Amnesia's Kiss, Divorce's Demand

The first thing I felt after waking up from surgery was a dull ache and the annoying beeping of a machine. My eyes fluttered open to a sterile white ceiling. I didn' t know where I was, and I couldn't recognize the woman in a sharp business suit standing by the window-Chloe Davis, my wife. The doctor said the surgery was a success, and that I, "Liam," would make a full recovery. Liam? I had just donated a kidney, but not to myself. It was for her ex-fiancé, Liam, a fact she didn't even acknowledge. "The press is waiting outside," she said, spinning my near-death experience into PR for her company, hoping it would help with Series B funding. I stared at her, my mind blank. The past seven years, gone, erased by a surgical complication. I was twenty-two again. The man who had sacrificed a part of his body for her ex was a stranger to me. I grabbed a clipboard and wrote two words: DIVORCE AGREEMENT. Then I signed my name. "I want a divorce," I told her. She laughed, a short, ugly sound. "Don' t be ridiculous, Ethan. Is this some new way to get my attention? It' s pathetic." The pitying glances from the nurses and other patients' families made me sick. They saw a devoted husband, a hero. Chloe, seeing their sympathy, leaned in. "You think this stunt will work? You've been trying to guilt me for years. It won't work now." Then, as if discussing the weather, she said, "You' re fired, by the way... Think about your mistakes, Ethan. When you' re ready to apologize, you know where to find me." But it wasn't a mistake. "I just woke up," I said to her retreating back. My voice was stronger now. My friend Mark burst in, "Chloe' s assistant called me. A kidney? For Liam? Are you insane?" I looked at him. "I don' t remember... I don' t remember the last seven years." A seven-year chunk of my life, just… gone. Now, that memory, and all the others like it, felt like they belonged to someone else. It was like reading a sad story about a character I didn't know.
A Mother's Unbreakable Will: Against a Heartless Man

A Mother's Unbreakable Will: Against a Heartless Man

July Fourth. I promised my twins, Leo and Lily, a trip to the new Apex Park. My husband, Ethan, assured them the fireworks would be the best. Perhaps it was just a shadow of Daniel, the man I truly loved, smiling back at me. Inside the bustling park, Ethan’s phone rang. His face changed when he heard her name: Chloe. He muttered about a medical emergency and vanished, leaving me alone with our children. Then the sky opened, pouring rain, thunder booming, chaos erupting. In the frantic panic, amid the screaming crowds, I lost my little boy, Leo. Hours later, soaked and desperate, I found Lily, silent and traumatized, clutching her doll. But Leo… I found only a torn piece of his favorite blue jacket near a broken ride. At the hospital, the doctor’s grim words echoed: "He didn't make it. Mangled." My world shattered, one piece for every broken promise. Outside, a TV screen flashed: "Ethan Ainsworth celebrates with Chloe Vance, announces pregnancy." My phone buzzed with Ethan's text: "Kids shouldn't wander off. Stop overreacting, Sarah. It’s always drama with you." Then his voice on the phone, cold and angry: "If that defective kid is dead, just get him cremated. Fast. I don’t want any more fuss." Defective kid. My son. His son. How could a father abandon his children, mock their passing, and then celebrate a new life? As the words "defective kid" echoed, a cold, hard resolve settled in my heart. With nothing left to lose, and my mother-in-law Eleanor by my side, I knew one thing. He would pay. The charade was over, and the fight had just begun.