Her House Her Rules Chinese Drama

Her House, Her Rules

RealityFemale-CentricRevengeComebackFamily

Cora was a corporate executive while her husband Colin remained financially dependent. On their eighth anniversary, she discovered his affair with the nanny, Gianna. He had even secretly given Gianna a house. His mother condoned his actions and mistreated Cora's daughter. Recognizing the family's true nature, Cora resolved to make them pay.

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The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

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.

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The sound of glass shattering was deafening. Aria Monroe stood frozen at the threshold of her own apartment, keys still dangling from her fingers, heart pounding against her ribs. The wine bottle she had brought for their engagement celebration now lay in a pool of red ruin across the floor, mirroring the way her world was unraveling. She hadn't meant to walk in early. She wanted to surprise Ryan, her fiancé, but what she saw was so unexpected. Right there in the room, tangled in white silk sheets and lust, was Ryan and her best friend.

Sasha's head whipped toward her, guilt flashing across her face and Ryan didn't even flinch. He just stared, as if Aria were the one who'd done something wrong. The silence in the room was louder that you could literally hear termites chewing underground. Aria didn't cry nor did she throw tantrums. She simply turned, walked back out the door, and never looked back.

Three months later in New York City, the city was cold and indifferent, and Aria Monroe was on her way to her new job. Her heels clicked across the marble lobby of Blackwood Enterprises as she clutched her thin coat tighter around herself. The building was glass, steel, and intimidating...just like the man who owned it. Damien Blackwood.

Aria had heard the rumors. She heard he was ruthless, brilliant, untouchable. A man who destroyed competitors with a smile and didn't blink twice. The kind of man who didn't waste time on kindness and certainly not on women like her. It wasn't her kind of thing but this job paid more than anything she'd ever had, and after three months of sleeping on her cousin's lumpy couch and scraping rent together, desperation had a way of dulling pride.

"Miss Monroe?" a receptionist called, perfectly polished and cold as ice. "Mr. Blackwood will see you now."

Aria stood, smoothing wrinkles from her secondhand blouse. "Thank you."

The elevator ride was swift, silent and a bit suffocating for her. When the doors opened, she stepped into a suite that felt more like a fortress than an office. There was sleek black furniture, and luxurious furniture that she knew she could buy her entire life, and the man himself standing like a shadow. Of course it is Damien Blackwood.

He didn't turn to greet her.

"Sit," he said.

His voice was deep, clipped, commanding and she sat immediately.

He finally turned, and Aria's breath caught. He was... intense. Sharp jawline, dark eyes like midnight storms, and a presence that didn't just walk into a room. It claimed the entire room.

"You've worked in marketing?" he asked, flipping through her file.

"Yes. It was a very small agency back home. I led a few campaigns and.,,,"

"You were engaged. You left your town three months ago. There is no reference from your last job." His gaze lifted, pinning her like a butterfly in a glass box. "Why?"

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