Embarking on a revenge mission

Love Behind The Scene

Madhulika and Liam are poles apart; different lifestyle, different personality, but one destination. Madhulika is a sweet and beautiful girl from India, with great dancing and acting skills. She is a hard-working girl determined to fulfil her dreams. She is just a normal and humble girl striving hard to sustain a living with her mother and her sister. Liam is a movie director and an actor, he travelled down to India for an important project. He was just a minor in the movie industry, he had dreams to become more successful and popular. During his stay in India, he came across a girl. Their first and second encounter was a bad one, but he found her behavior cute. When Madhulika found out about the identity of her new neighbor, she knew she had to get close to him in order to achieve her dreams. She would play a game, a tempting one. After all, she was willing to do anything to achieve her dreams, as far as it didn't include taking someone's life. Both of them were desperate, desperate to achieve their dreams by all cost,,, they were both willing to do anything. Will they be able to fulfil their dreams? What if a new feeling sets in during the process? Will they be able to detect between love or an act?

SUBMISSIVE TO HIM - He's my boss

"Stealing, kidnapping, assassinating" Lisa despised those things and people that engage in it. She found it disgusting. But life isn't what one can easily predict, unfortunately most of the things we hate is what we find our self doing. Having money troubles pushed Lisa into changing her lifestyle, she had no choice. She promised herself she would abstain completely from all those things but she couldn't, and it was because of him..... Her cruel boss! Despite how much he hurts her, she still couldn't bring herself to hate him. She didn't want to believe she had fallen for him. But what is going to happen when Lisa made up her mind to do the impossible to him. Will their live story starts afterwards, or will it end even before beginning?

Fated to meet again

It was a contracted marriage at first but as time goes on, they fell in love with each other. Beatrice Alexander got into a contract marriage with Brandon Emerson, the son of a millionaire. Both of them didn't like each other because it was a contracted marriage but something happened and that was when they realised they love each other. Brandon suggested to start afresh and they did, they lived as a happy couple. Beatrice was framed for a crime she knew nothing about, Brandon divorced her because of it and her family suddenly despised her, she had no other choice than to accept fate. Beatrice left France for London and when she got to London, she found out that she was pregnant, she started working as a waitress to gather up some money for she and her unborn child. At work, she went to the VIP section to take others and was surprised to see Brandon, she happily told him about their baby but he ignored and didn't believe her. She again accepted it as fate, she gave birth to a baby girl and took care of her with the little she had. Five years later, after giving birth, she returned to France. This time around, not as the Beatrice living Brandon, but as a powerful business woman and a caring mother. Will the truth ever be known? Why was she framed?

THE HEIR

Years ago king Nathan was crowned king after the passed over of his father, he ruled the kingdom well and married a beautiful wife who gave birth to three girls - namely, princess Bella who is the eldest amongst them, princess Daniella who is the second to the last born and finally the rude princess Who??? Princess Isadora... She was pampered and spoilt by the queen, the king like her so much because when his wife was pregnant with her he thought she was gonna give birth to a boy so he trained her like a boy Meet the king rival..... The devil himself King Ethan, the king twin who loathe the king because he was crowned king instead of him... He has a son and a daughter.. He was treated well because he was a Prince but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted to be king and now that the king has no son he will surely get what he wants Now the king wife is pregnant again What will she give birth to?? A male or a female?? Will Ethan become king?? Find out in this interesting story

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.  

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.