Reborn on the Quarry's Edge

The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."

The Monster They Made: Now He's Free

My name is Ethan Miller, and my very life was a countdown. Since childhood, a chilling experiment called "Project Chimera" tied my vitality to the genuine love and acceptance of my adoptive family, the Harrisons, and my fiancée, Olivia. My existence hinged on their affection – a high "Resonance Score" meant I lived, a plummet meant I died. For years, I had believed I had it all: a loving home, a woman I cherished, a perfect life. But then Julian, their biological son, returned, spinning tales of suffering, effortlessly manipulating everyone. My Resonance Score dipped, then plummeted, as Eleanor and Richard embraced their prodigal son, and Olivia's loyalty shattered. They turned on me, accusing me of jealousy, ignoring my desperate pleas to expose Julian' s lies, labeling me cruel for questioning their "fragile" Julian. The physical decline was brutal, a constant reminder of their withdrawing love, culminating in Julian's fabricated "life-threatening condition" needing my liver. Olivia, my fiancée, the woman I loved, delivered the cruel ultimatum: save him, or our wedding was off. As I lay on that gurney, about to be carved open for a lie, the overwhelming feeling was not just physical pain, but the crushing realization of their utter betrayal. I was dying, not from disease, but from a profound lack of the love that sustained me, a love they had twisted into a weapon against me. But just as the darkness claimed me on the operating table, a cold, clear voice pierced the void: "Host Ethan Miller: Deceased. New mission protocol initiating. Stand by for host reintegration." Ethan Miller was gone. But something new, something dangerously different, was about to begin.

The Wife Who Fought Back

I was seven months pregnant, living a fairytale life as the wife of a powerful Congressman. Julian stroked my belly, whispering dreams of our son' s future, and I truly believed I had it all. Then, a cold dread seized me. I' d just overheard Julian on the phone, his voice urgent, planning to use me as bait for a predatory federal prosecutor. Not for us, but to save his high school sweetheart, the woman he truly loved. My perfect world didn't just crack; it exploded into a million sharp pieces. Every intimate moment, every precious gift, was a cruel, recycled memory from his past with her. In his eyes, I was a mere tool, a sacrifice. My heart pounded a sick rhythm as I stared at the man I thought I loved, now revealed as a calculating monster. The betrayal was an Arctic wind, chilling me to the bone, but beneath it, a burning rage began to smolder. He thought I was a naive girl from the wrong side of the tracks, easily manipulated. He was gravely mistaken. I wasn't his victim; I was about to become his reckoning.

The Farm Girl\'s Billionaire Secret

My dad, Marcus Sterling, banished me to a remote Montana ranch after my ill-advised crypto-smoothie investment turned into an SEC headache. I, Ava Sterling, prodigal daughter of a tech mogul, was serving time for a very expensive lapse in judgment. All I wanted was a cell signal, a working phone, and to beg my dad for the G650 jet back home. The ranch, with its endless shoveling and broken fences, felt like a temporary purgatory. Then, on the eleventh morning, a sleek black Escalade crunched up the gravel driveway. A woman stepped out, an older, tired reflection of me, introducing herself as Eleanor Vance, my birth mother. The mother who, according to vague family stories, had vanished when I was a baby. It was an utterly shocking reunion, one I never anticipated. Eleanor quickly swept me into her opulent, yet startlingly cold, life in the city. Her grand house was a blur of shimmering dresses and tailored suits, a world away from my farm attire. My introduction to her husband, Richard Harrison, and her mean-girl daughter, Chloe, was anything but welcoming. "What is *that*?" Chloe drawled, her voice dripping with disdain at my mud-caked boots and ripped jeans. Richard's gaze was ice-cold as he demanded, "Get this… person out of my house." Despite Eleanor's tearful proclamations that I was "the one we lost," I was met with contempt and immediate rejection. The DNA test confirmed my identity, yet their attitude toward me only hardened; I was just an inconvenient truth. Why did this newfound family, after supposedly searching for me for two decades, treat me like an embarrassing relic? Their shock, their anger, their open scorn for me, the daughter they supposedly yearned for, left me bewildered and quietly seething. I, Ava Sterling, who was used to being celebrated, was now their dirty secret, a farm girl to be hidden away. But I wasn't some pitiable charity case; I was a genius accustomed to winning. As I picked up a plate of roast beef, ignoring their stares, a thought solidified: if they wanted a "farm girl" who was easily underestimated, they would certainly get one. This was a game, and I was just getting warmed up.

The Captain's Cold Aspen Revenge

For seven years, I funded my husband Gonzalo's PhD. I paid for everything. A week after our wedding, his young "mentee," Kloe, moved in with us, claiming a rare autoimmune disorder made her "fragile." On our Aspen ski trip, he used my money to buy her an $8,000 handbag. Then, he demanded I give Kloe my high-performance ski jacket because her flimsy one wasn't warm enough. When I refused, he ripped it off my body. I slipped on the ice, hitting my head as he walked away with her, leaving me injured and freezing in the snow. Later that night, he abandoned me again while I was sick in our hotel room, to get a separate room with Kloe. He said they needed to "discuss his academic paper." But he forgot one crucial detail. I'm not just a wife. I'm Captain Amy Payne, U.S. Army Reserve. I called my best friend, a manager at the hotel chain. "I need a master key," I told her. "We're about to crash a very important academic discussion."

His Wife's Venomous Betrayal

The pregnancy test showed two pink lines, and pure joy surged through me. I, Ethan Miller, was finally going to be a father. But then my wife, Sophia, dropped a bomb that shattered everything. "The child isn't yours, Ethan. It's Liam's." The world tilted. My perfect life, a fragile lie built on Sophia' s deceit, crumbled. Tragedy compounded days later: Sophia was in a car accident, a miscarriage. Liam, her lover, was behind the wheel. Then, at a company gala, Sophia, radiant and cruel, seized a microphone. Her eyes, cold and furious, locked onto mine. "My husband, Ethan Miller," she announced, her voice dripping with venom, "is a monster." She publicly accused me of sabotaging her, of causing her miscarriage out of jealousy. The accusation was so monstrous, so far from the truth, I could only stand paralyzed. Her final blow: "I'm making him get a vasectomy. He will pay for what he did to my baby." They forced me into it, stripping me of my rights, my future, my very manhood. I returned home, a ghost in my own house, only to find Liam brazenly occupying my study. He flaunted his victory, mocking my pain, even using my Pritzker Prize as a coaster. Then, he shattered my most prized possession: my mother' s music box. "Oh, that old thing," Sophia said, unconcerned. "It was gathering dust. I gave it to Liam." Something inside me broke. My hand bleeding, heart shattered, I watched Sophia fuss over a supposedly ill Liam. She shrieked, "What did you do to him? What did you put in his drink? You want to take everything from me!" The doctor' s diagnosis: Liam just had a bad hangover. My pain was real, her accusation a baseless lie. Sophia offered a fleeting, empty apology, but the chasm between us was too deep. I decided then: no more. I had to fight back for my sanity, for my future, for myself.

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen

Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"

The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

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!"