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The Jilted Heiress And Her Karmic Revenge

The Jilted Heiress And Her Karmic Revenge

I woke up in a sweltering attic, my body covered in overlapping whip scars. I was Alice Morrow, a top-tier occultist, but now I was trapped in the body of a girl who served as a human punching bag for the wealthy Wallace family. Before I could even catch my breath, my adoptive sister Britney Wallace kicked the door open. She pointed a silver revolver right at my forehead. She had been siphoning my luck through a parasitic karmic tether, using me as a sink for all her misfortune. "Go to hell, you useless freak," she screamed, pulling the trigger. But she didn't know the absolute rule of the tether: any malicious attack reflects back to the sender. The massive recoil blasted backward, snapping her wrist in half. I walked out of that hellhole and was found by my biological family, the incredibly powerful Morrows. But Britney wasn't done. She sent them deepfake photos to frame me for cursing them, and even planted a deadly amulet to kill my biological grandfather. My own uncle threw the photos at me, his eyes full of disgust. "She's a rabid dog raised by the Wallaces! She's been cursing her own blood!" I didn't argue. I simply rolled up my sleeves to reveal the mangled flesh, burn marks, and protruding bones the Wallaces had left me with. As my real family broke down in tears of agonizing guilt, I smiled and gripped my ancient copper coin. It was time to show the Wallaces what real karma looked like.
Rising From Ruin: The Betrayed Heiress's Comeback

Rising From Ruin: The Betrayed Heiress's Comeback

At my grand engagement party, my mother handed me a glass of champagne with a perfect smile. After drinking it, my vision blurred, and I woke up the next morning in a ruined dress next to a stranger's shirt. When I stumbled back into the ballroom, my future mother-in-law publicly announced my infidelity, and my fiancé Preston looked at me like I was garbage. It was a flawless setup orchestrated by my own family. But the nightmare had just begun. When my stepsister Annelise was suddenly kidnapped by the city's most feared underworld boss, Preston didn't hesitate to make a trade. "Give him Chloe. Get Annelise back." My parents watched coldly as I was dragged away into a black SUV, sacrificed to a ruthless kingpin to save the sister who had just stolen my life. I later learned they even planned to marry me off to a paralyzed, dying man just to unlock a family trust fund. I was suffocating in despair and disbelief. The people who were supposed to protect me had drugged me, destroyed my reputation, and fed me to the wolves without a second thought. To them, I was just a commodity to be sold. But they severely underestimated the monster they threw me to. Standing in the dimly lit study of the masked mob boss, I didn't beg for my life. Instead, I signed a contract to become his exclusive property, asking for only one thing in return: absolute, total revenge.
The Female CEO's Obsession

The Female CEO's Obsession

At twenty-four, Annelise de Valois has the world at her feet. She's the CEO of a rapidly expanding empire. Old money flows through her veins-the kind that makes new money look like spare change. She lives in a heavily guarded château that no one can breach-no rivals, no suitors, not even paparazzi with drones. Her grandfather, a business legend, backs her. Other titans of industry admire her. Her enemies? They either grovel or disappear. Whatever she wants, she gets. A company? Snapped up. A competitor? Obliterated. A scandal? Buried before it even sees the light of day. She has everything. Except him. Leander Grimaldi. He's too young, too trusting, too fucking pure for someone like her. A five-year age gap isn't much, and the decades-old alliance between their families shouldn't even matter. The real problem is him. Leander has never known betrayal, never played the cutthroat games of high society, never learned to second-guess every word or every smile. Meanwhile, Annelise lives and breathes that world. She doesn't just play the game-she is the game. While he wanders through life unguarded, she calculates every move ten steps ahead. While he sees the best in people, she sees their weaknesses and exploits them. She should stay away. She should let him think of her as nothing more than a family friend-a big sister who looks out for him, protects him. But she doesn't. She lets herself get too close. She wants him too much. And she always gets what she wants. Even if, this time, taking it means destroying the one thing she can never buy back-his trust.