Blair Dippel
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Doomsday Rebirth:Hoarding Billions For Revenge
Modern For ten brutal years of the apocalypse, I fought through blood and dust alongside my best friend Candice and my boyfriend Colon.
But when our supplies finally ran dry, their true, greedy nature was exposed.
They pinned me down and slaughtered my little pet pig, Winston, while he squealed in terror, just to get a few extra meals.
When I screamed and fought back, Colon held a bloody knife to my face while Candice snatched my very last can of food.
Then came the final betrayal. With a greedy sneer, they shoved me into a collapsed basement filled with the Blighted.
"Thanks for everything, Aleen!" Candice laughed as they ran away.
I fell straight into the grasping, rotting hands of the monsters, their groans filling my ears as I was torn apart and eaten alive in the dark.
Until my agonizing death, I felt nothing but a chasm of pure, glacial hatred. I had given them everything. I even let them trick me into giving up my parents' apartment right before the collapse. How could I have been so blindly devoted to two parasites?
Opening my eyes again, the soft lighting and the smell of burnt coffee shocked my system.
I was sitting in a Starbucks, my hands perfectly clean with no dirt under the nails.
I looked at my phone. October 12th, 2024.
I had returned to exactly ten days before the world ended, and this time, I was going to drain them of every single cent. The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge
Mafia I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante.
Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby.
My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant.
"This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara."
The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage—it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return.
I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to.
But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world. The Invisible Omega: Awakening the Secret White Wolf
Werewolf For three years, I was the invisible Omega scrubbing Alpha Kane’s floors, hiding the secret that we were Fated Mates.
I thought my silence and devotion would eventually win him over, especially after I shifted to save his life from a mutated bear.
But then I heard his voice through the Mind-Link, cold and mocking, speaking to Serra, the woman he intended to make Luna.
"She is just a tool," he laughed. "A shield to keep the elders off my back while I secure our alliance. You are the only one I want."
My heart shattered, but the true knife twist came during the rogue ambush at the bar.
While I was cornered by a wolf wielding a knife, Kane didn't even look at me.
He threw his body over Serra, letting rogues tear his flesh to protect her, while leaving me to die.
He broke every instinct of the mate bond to save a woman who didn't even have a scratch on her.
I watched him bleed for her, and my love finally turned to ash.
I didn't wait for him to heal. I didn't wait for him to realize Serra was actually a human spy using dark magic to fool the pack.
I severed the bond, rejected him under the full moon, and walked into the snow.
Five years later, a crippled, broken Alpha crawled to the border of my new territory.
"Lilith, please," Kane begged, kneeling in the frost, his eyes desperate. "I was a fool. I need you."
I looked down at him, my hand resting securely in the grip of the most powerful Alpha in the North.
"You don't need me, Kane," I said coldly.
"You just need someone to save you from the hell you built." The Wife He Threw Away, Rebuilt
Modern After four years of being tortured in a black site, I finally escaped. I crawled back home, driven only by the thought of my husband, Brody, and our son, Eben.
But when I reached the gates of our estate, he didn't recognize my emaciated frame. He called me a beggar and had the guards throw me out.
He was with my stepsister, Carla. And my own son ran into her arms, crying, "Mom!"
Brody believed Carla' s lies-that I'd abandoned them for another man. He had me committed to a "rehab facility," which was actually the same hellhole I'd just escaped. He handed me back to my torturer.
I screamed for him as the drugs coursed through me, but he just turned his back and walked away, leaving me to die.
The agency found me, barely alive. They rebuilt me through Project Nightingale-a full cybernetic body, with my emotions and memories wiped clean.
Two years later, I am Dr. Hanna Peck. When Brody found me, on his knees begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I just turned to my colleague and said, "Clark, I accept your marriage proposal." From Ashes of Love, A Fury Rises
Romance My husband, Branson, promised he' d be home. Instead, I walked into our mansion to the sounds of him with another woman in our bedroom. It was the third time.
This time, it wasn't just a betrayal; it was a calculated act. Branson, under his grandfather's tyrannical thumb, was using an intern, Chandler, to conceive an heir, even drugging me to facilitate his infidelity.
The humiliation deepened as I witnessed his tenderness towards Chandler, a stark contrast to his coldness towards me. He even planned to marry her once she was pregnant. My heart shattered, but a secret hope remained: my son, Leo, hidden from Branson due to his family's genetic curse.
I planned to escape with Leo, but Chandler's manipulative schemes led Branson to believe Leo was a foster child. In a fit of rage, searching for Chandler, he brutally beat Leo to death with an iron poker.
Leo's death broke me. Branson, still blind to the truth, imprisoned me, and I was violated by his guards. Desperate, I jumped from a cliff, only to be saved by a mysterious man, Kai Noble, who found me amnesiac.
Branson, discovering the video of my assault and the truth about Leo, was consumed by guilt. He tried to win me back, but Chandler's taunts restored my memories, fueling an unyielding hatred. With Kai's help, I systematically dismantled Branson's empire, driving him to suicide.
In a final, explosive act, Chandler detonated a bomb, killing Branson and severely injuring Kai. My revenge was complete, but the cost was immense. Now, with Kai by my side, I face a future forever marked by the past. Chloe's Lie, Ethan's Escape
Romance My life was a carefully constructed facade, built on obligation and unrequited promises. I was about to abandon it all for a new identity when I saw the photo: my fiancée, Chloe, beaming on a sun-drenched beach, wrapped in the arms of Leo Sterling, her childhood sweetheart.
The date stamp was from the very afternoon she' d claimed a "spa day" with friends. Her engagement ring, the one I' d worked double shifts for a year to buy, was conspicuously absent in another photo of them clinking champagne glasses.
Not pain, but a chilling clarity settled in. It wasn't just the cheating; it was the casual, smiling deception. I thought back to her father, Mr. Davis, who' d sponsored my medical school and, on his deathbed, made me promise to care for her. That promise had morphed into a relationship, then an engagement-a life bound by duty, not love.
I' d paid off her six-figure debt, bought her apartment, and endured her every whim, while she kept old photos of Leo in a box under her bed and ignored my near-fatal allergy to asparagus. Now, he was back, openly claiming her, and she was betraying me with a smile.
Disgusted, not angry, I made a decision. Africa was no longer an escape; it was a destination. I would give them each other, and I would take my freedom back. Unloved Wife, Unstoppable Woman
Romance The twisted metal was the last thing I remembered before darkness took over.
When I woke, the hospital air hung heavy with antiseptic, and my body screamed with fresh injuries.
My first thought was of Mark, my husband, the man I' d sacrificed my brilliant career for.
My phone, cracked but miraculously working, trembled in my hand as I called his number, a number I knew better than my own.
It rang. And rang. Then, voicemail.
Panic clawed at my drug-induced calm. He always answered.
An hour later. Voicemail. Again? Voicemail.
My last hope was our son, Liam, glued to his phone.
"Liam, honey, it' s Mom. I can' t reach your father. Can you please tell him I' m in the hospital? I was in a car accident."
His voice was cold, impatient. "What?"
Then, the sickening scoff. "A car accident? Is that your new strategy to get Dad' s attention? He' s busy, Mom. He' s with Chloe, closing a big deal. He doesn' t have time for your drama."
Chloe. The name hit me harder than the car had.
"Liam, I' m not lying. I' m at City General. I' m hurt."
"Whatever," he drawled, bored. "Stop calling and bothering us. You' re just embarrassing yourself."
The click echoed in the sterile room. A notification flashed on my cracked screen: You have been blocked by this number.
The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering agony in my heart.
Betrayed by my husband, abandoned by my son.
In that moment something inside me broke. But something else, hard and resolute, began to form. When Best Friends Become Monsters
Young Adult I was cramming formulas for the National Innovators Scholarship exam, our ticket to Caltech' s engineering program.
Ethan Hayes, my best friend since kindergarten, and I had dreamed of this for years. We were supposed to be a team.
But Ethan wasn't here. He was with Jessi Vance, the new, rebellious girl. I overheard her chilling plan: she wasn't just distracting him; she was sabotaging him, plotting to get him wasted so he'd fail the exam.
Naive, I interfered, dragging him back to the exam. He got into Caltech, but Jessi soon died in a drunk driving accident. He twisted it, blaming me. His revenge was meticulous: a framed sexual assault, wiping out my future. The public humiliation, amplified by his powerful family, drove my parents to despair. Their car went off the Blackwood Bridge, a tragic 'accident' .
My heart, already fragile, couldn't bear his venomous words. He visited me in my cold cell, holding a newspaper headline of my parents' 'tragic accident.' "This is what you get for ruining my life," he hissed. "You and your family paid for Jessi." The pain, the injustice, consumed me. Then, darkness.
My eyes snapped open. I was in my own room, my own bed. The clock read 7 PM, the eve of the exam. I was back. This time, Ethan Hayes could make his own damn choices. I' d protect myself. And above all, my family. You might like
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
Luciano's Forbidden Desire
Betty_Kris She's sin wrapped in a nun habit.
He is the devil who makes her want to confess.
Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra.
Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith.
But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse.
He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires.
She's meant to keep her vows and distance.
But temptation has a cruel sense of humour...
Because he's the last man she should want.
She's the only woman he can't have.
But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble.
Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him.
As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming.
Desire clashes with devotion.
Duty turns to betrayal.
And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them. You Called Me Barren, Mr. Sterile Don
Gong Zi On my birthday, my husband Dante asked for a divorce over a plate of cold lasagna.
He held my hand, tears in his eyes, and told me his mistress was pregnant.
"It’s a miracle, Elena," he wept. "God has finally given me a son."
He looked at me with pity, calling me "broken" because I hadn't given him an heir in eight years.
He moved his pregnant mistress into the penthouse I paid for, and his mother mocked me as a "dry vine" while cooking tonic soups for the new woman.
They didn't know the truth I had buried three years ago.
I remembered the day the doctor slid the file across the desk: *Azoospermia. Zero sperm count.*
Dante was the sterile one.
I had burned the results to protect his fragile ego as a Mafia Don. I took the blame. I drank his mother's vile herbal poisons every morning until I vomited, just to keep his secret.
Now, he was discarding me for a "miracle" that was biologically impossible.
I signed the divorce papers without a tear.
Then I bought the debt of his company, put on a blood-red dress, and walked into his heir's Christening.
I didn't come to object.
I came to plug a USB drive into the projector and show the entire underworld exactly whose "miracle" that baby really was. Too Late, Don Moretti
Apache I took a bullet to the chest to save Julian, the ruthless Don of the New York Syndicate. For five years, I laundered his millions, intercepted his enemies, and was meant to be his wife.
But seven days before our wedding, he allowed his young ward, Isabella, to steal my matriarchal betrothal ring and flaunt it on the dark web.
When I demanded he postpone the wedding until it was returned, he called me theatrical and took her to his private coastal safehouse. To punish my defiance, he ordered my emergency heart medication removed from my safe.
"I merely wanted to test if you were feigning your little illness for attention."
That was the text Isabella sent me. But I wasn't feigning. My chest seized, and I collapsed on the hardwood floor. I flatlined twice in an off-the-grid clinic. While doctors used defibrillators to violently restart my failing heart, Julian was in an underground arena, publicly sliding a massive diamond onto Isabella's finger.
I had spent every drop of my blood to build his dominion, yet he left me to die just to humor a spoiled girl's games. I finally understood that my lifelong devotion was nothing but a cheap convenience to him.
When I woke up, I didn't shed a single tear.
I printed a meticulous ledger of my blood debts, marked the balance as zero, and vanished to Europe. This time, I would build a mafia empire of my own. Jilted Fiancée? No, The Billionaire Heiress!
Luo Xi I hid my identity as the heiress of a top-tier wealthy family just to build a normal, quiet life with my fiancé, Jefferey.
We had just picked out our dream villa, but a sudden bank notification shattered my illusion.
The entire $7.8 million from our joint trust fund had been wired to a woman named Jessie Barr.
When I hacked into his synced tablet, the truth hit me like a truck. Jessie wasn't just a stranger; she was his secret lover.
They even had a four-year-old son who shared Jefferey's exact eyes.
"The money is in your account. Our future is secure now. I'll leave her soon."
Reading his messages to her, I realized my three years of devotion were nothing but a long con.
I was just the final "project" he needed to fund his real family.
He used my resources, my connections, and my money to build a life in the shadows with his true love, treating me like a naive piggy bank he could discard at any moment.
I had given up my absolute power for a man who fed me nothing but lies.
But Jefferey forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just some helpless woman he could ruin.
I calmly closed my laptop and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Mom, I was wrong. I'm ready to accept the Romero family's marriage alliance."
It was time to gut his company and take everything he owned. The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
Breeze I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return. My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry
Oye's Pen "You've been in denial for so long, Addison." His voice was husky and heavy with lust. "Do you really want me to stop?"
I could not bring myself to say no. My best friend's stepdad was like the devil, making me find so much pleasure in sin.
"You can't even say no," he chuckled, letting go of my hand finally. They moved to my face and he stared into my eyes, while his other hand still worked wonders between my legs.
"Don't make me do this," I finally said, moaning the words out. "Please."
"Tell me to stop one more time and I will," he mumbled.
"Please, st-" I didn't complete my words because he captured my lips with his.
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Addison Rodriguez never expected to feel any sexual tension or fall in love with her best friend's stepdad. As she surrenders to the sexual tension, her loyalty to her best friend wavers, especially when she finds out that he is secretly a Mafia Lord trying to hide in plain sight and that her best friend's life is in danger, her loyalty is tested even further. Would she reveal his secret to protect her best friend, or keep it to protect her love?
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