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revenge of the billionaire's woman The He loved me for eight years, but in the end, he sent me personally. In pain, I saw him get closer to my sister and treat myself as a tool to heal his suffering. He even went so far as to ruin our common future! Hatred burns in me like a fire, and I am determined to take revenge. Two years later, I came back, transformed and stronger. I was no longer the woman he had left behind. The man who had treated me with indifference and cruelty was now as sweet as a lamb. He knelt before me, begging my forgiveness: "I'm sorry, I'm ready to atone for my mistakes for the rest of my days. »» While I was about to put my revenge plan in action, I slowly realized that he was totally ignored what had really happened in the past two years. Should my revenge plan continue?
Chapter 1
Memories of the last eight years swirled through Melissa's head like a bittersweet melody. There had been so many moments of happiness, of laughter, and of promises exchanged in whispers in the darkness of their room. She remembered their beginnings, the intense passion that had consumed them, the infinite tenderness she felt every time he looked at her. To her, he had been everything. The man of her life, her pillar, the one to whom she had confided her dreams and her weaknesses. She believed their lives were indissolubly woven together.
But today, sitting alone in the silence of their large house, she couldn't escape this feeling of suffocation. A shadow had gradually darkened their intimate moments. The tender gestures had become more spaced out, the glances had become more distant. Mélissa had felt this void growing between them, without ever understanding its origin. She told herself that perhaps he was going through a difficult time, that business was taking up too much of his time, but that he would eventually come back to her, as he had always done.
That evening, however, something inexplicable had pushed her to come home early. Perhaps it was an intuition or a dull worry that never left her. Whatever it was, she had felt the irresistible need to see him, to find him, to talk to him, to rekindle this flame that she thought was flickering but still alive.
She entered their house, trying not to make any noise, a certain excitement in her heart at the idea of surprising him. She imagined him at his desk, perhaps immersed in a complicated file. She would have kissed his neck, hugged him and, as usual, he would have smiled when he saw her.
But it was a muffled whisper coming from the living room that made her slow down. She moved forward, almost in apnea, her soft steps on the ground. There, in the darkness of the living room, she saw him leaning towards a familiar figure. Melissa's heart sank violently in her chest. She stood frozen, unable to look away.
It was his sister, Anna. Mélissa knew her by heart, this delicate figure, this tender and smiling face. They had shared so many childhood memories, so many confidences. But that evening, the scene she saw looked nothing like a simple family exchange. There was something indefinable in their closeness, in the way her husband touched her face, in the looks they exchanged.
Breathless, Melissa felt her vision blur. She took a step back, desperately searching for a rational explanation. Maybe she was misinterpreting the situation, that it was just an innocent gesture of affection. But every fiber of his being screamed otherwise.
She heard her name whispered in a low voice. "Anna..." he had said, and the tone of his voice was both soft and intimate, a tone she hadn't heard in months. The scene was disappearing beneath her, like a collapsing floor. She wanted to look away, but she was stuck in place, unable to move, as if frozen in a reality she refused to see.
Finally, in a desperate gesture, she cleared her throat. Her husband turned around abruptly, a flash of panic crossing his face. Anna sat up as well, visibly uncomfortable, looking away to avoid her sister's gaze.
"Mélissa... I didn't hear you come in," he said in a tense voice.
She didn't answer. The words escaped him, as did his desire to seek an explanation. The image of this exchange between them, this tender gesture, this knowing look... everything was engraved in her, burning, impossible to erase. It was as if a wall had risen between her and the man she had loved.
"So it's true..." she finally whispered, her voice cracking. She tried to meet her sister's gaze, but she stubbornly stared at the ground, like a child caught at fault. "Anna, how could you...? »
Anna looked up slightly, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. "Melissa, it's not what you think..." she stammered.
"Not what I think? » Melissa's voice, usually so gentle, was now full of bitterness. She turned to her husband, hoping to find an explanation in his eyes, proof that it was a misunderstanding. But his silence spoke volumes. She knew. She knew that everything they had shared, the promises, the dreams, were crumbling in this precise moment.
Without another word, she turned on her heel and left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. She heard noises behind her, but she refused to turn around. His thoughts were in disarray, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. She walked up the stairs, towards their bedroom, her head buzzing with pain and confusion.
Once alone, she finally let the tears fall, the sobs tearing through the silence of the room. How could he have done this to her? How could she have been so blind, so trusting? She thought back to all the times they had shared, wondering how much of it had all been a lie.
She spent the rest of the night reliving over and over what she had seen, trying to understand, to decipher the signs she had not noticed. Then, at dawn, a decision emerged from his grief. She couldn't stay here any longer. Not after that. She needed to rebuild herself, to find the strength to stand tall in the face of this betrayal. To stay would mean to sink into an abyss of pain and resentment.
In the early morning, she got up, fatigue making her movements heavier. She prepared a few things, gathered clothes, personal objects, without looking at the memories around her. All this no longer belonged to him. This life, this house, this love... everything now seemed to belong to someone else.
Before leaving the room, she stopped for a moment, contemplating one last time this place filled with memories. She felt a pang in her heart, but a breath of determination gave her strength. She had to leave, for her, to find herself.
As she was walking down the stairs with her bag, she came face to face with her husband. He stood there, looking tired, his features marked by a sleepless night. "Melissa... please listen to me," he began in a pleading voice.
She gave him an icy look. "Why, so you can lie to me again? » she replied, her voice trembling. "I saw what I needed to see. I'm not going to listen to your excuses. »
"It wasn't what you think...Anna and I...we..."
"Don't tell me I'm wrong," she interrupted, clenching her fists to hold back tears. "Don't tell me you didn't destroy everything we had. If you still had a little respect for me, you wouldn't even try to justify yourself. »
He seemed helpless, as if he was desperately searching for the words to hold her back, but he found none. Melissa felt a wave of pity mixed with contempt. The man she had loved so much now seemed a stranger to her.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions that overwhelmed her, and turned towards the door. Without a last look, she left this house which had sheltered their memories. Her steps were heavy, but a feeling of liberation was beginning to arise within her. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but she was determined to move forward, to find the woman she had lost in the shadow of this betrayed love.
Isabelle, marked by an ancient prophecy that announces the destruction of her Sister Sister, was hidden and isolated from the world. But when she meets Damien, a powerful alpha, the link between them becomes irresistible, despite the curse that weighs on their union. They will have to fight against fate, enemies and prophecy, but can they overcome such an old and powerful force?
The wild queen of the cursed king Zafira Lazzaro is the daughter of the sponsor of the Noctis Nero cartel, one of the country's most dreaded criminal families. But Zafira refuses to be a simple submissive heiress. She despises arranged marriages, loves illegal races and prefers weapons to worldly balls. But when she reached her eighteen years, she is forced to choose a fiancé to seal an alliance. She selects one ... and three years later, he betrays her, leaving her alone and pregnant with an illegitimate heir. Now, Zafira is summoned to the gala of dynasties, where she will discover the identity of her true blood partner. Rafael de Santis is the new king of crime, a ruthless mafia marked by a curse that eats away at his empire. He must find his queen before the next blood eclipse, otherwise his organization collapsed. But when his soul is linked to Zafira, an unmanageable rebel with the explosive past, he refuses to believe it. It is a traveling danger, a storm impossible to tame ... And yet it is the only one capable of breaking the curse that weighs on it. But an unforgivable error threatens to destroy them before they can even unite. Betrayals, vendettas, assassinations and coup d'etat stand on their way. Can the king of crime and the rebel queen love each other without reducing their empire in ashes?
Alpha chained Just before her marriage, Alina discovers the unimaginable: her fiancé betrays her with her own cousin. Devastated and humiliated, she flees her pack, leaving her past and hopes behind a peaceful life behind. While she wanders aimlessly, she crosses the path of Kael Blackthorn, the most dreaded Alpha in the region, known for its cruelty and unlimited ambition. In a moment of panic and confusion, Alina accidentally concluded a pact with Kael, just believing a temporary refuge. But she discovered too late that in exchange for her protection, she literally "sold" herself, becoming her partner before the ancestral laws of the wolves. Kael, intrigued by this wolf who dares to challenge conventions, decides to play the game. But Alina ignores that she has a secret that could upset the balance of all the packs: a mysterious birth mark which, according to a forgotten prophecy, designates her carrier as the key to an old power. Brutal attacks on the borders, disturbing visions of a past that it does not recognize, and an inexplicable link which is woven between her and Kael ... Alina must sail in a world where she is both a target and a weapon. Is Kael really his ally, or does he use their link to establish his domination? While it strives to break the pact, a heartbreaking dilemma arises: fleeing this ruthless alpha or accepting the role that fate seems to impose on it ... at the risk of condemning or saving all the packs.
The leak of the Luna of the Alpha For three years, Elena suffered from the brutality and cold indifference of her companion, the Alpha dominating Kieran, as well as the cruel manipulations of his pack. Their union, imposed by the revered matriarch of the clans, Sylvia Nightshade, aimed to strengthen an ancestral alliance. Sylvia, recognized for her relentless wisdom and her power of discernment, had chosen Elena for her heir, affirming that only a woman with an exceptional inner force could channel the uncontrolled ferocity of Kieran. But the night when Elena discovers the betrayal of Kieran, the spark that maintained her hope goes out. In tears but determined, it escapes under the cover of darkness, breaking the sacred link and defying the laws of the pact. Why did Kieran, yet intended to protect her, abandoned her? And why did Sylvia, so a visionary, choose a union devoted to failure? Three years later, Kieran, haunted by his guilt, travels the land to understand why Elena fled. Until the day she reappears, transformed. The shy young Luna he had known is now a daring and mysterious woman, attracting the attention of Alphas Rivaux, including the charismatic but dangerous Callum Draven. What happened so that Elena acquires such power? And above all, has she returned to take revenge, or to claim what belongs to her? Is Kieran ready to face the buried truths of his past, or will he be destroyed by the secrets that Elena now hides behind her piercing gaze?
My Contract with the Alpha Eleanor "Ellie" Wainwright, a young woman from a cruel and manipulative family, is forced to marry a feared and lonely Alpha, Victor Hartfang. Born without a wolf, she is considered an anomaly in her pack, a dead weight for her family and an object of contempt for the other members. Victor, Alpha of the powerful pack of the Dark Shadows, agrees to this marriage for mysterious reasons. Aloof, icy and dominant, he treats her like an outsider. However, behind his impenetrable facade, he hides a dark secret: his past is marked by betrayals and heartbreaking choices, and his own wolf is chained by a strange evil. Plunged into a new pack where tensions and challenges multiply, Ellie must navigate a world of domination, jealousies and political intrigue. Why did Victor really agree to this union? What did he hope to get from her? And why does her wolf seem to react so violently to her presence, oscillating between rejection and an almost unbearable attraction? As their unlikely bond begins to strengthen, a greater threat emerges. A rival pack, ancient enemies, and a forgotten prophecy threaten to upset their fragile balance. Can Ellie, devoid of lupine powers, prove she is more than a weak human? Will Victor dare to reveal her secrets before they destroy them both? And most importantly, what will happen when Victor discovers that Ellie may not be as "human" as she thinks?
Married to the Alpha of the Mafia Sienna Moretti, an ordinary young woman from a former fallen family of werewolves, sees her life turned upside down when she is forced to sign a marriage contract with Dominic "Alpha" Valenti, an enigmatic billionaire, leader of a powerful pack... and ruthless head of an underground mafia network. Dominic is not a man to be refused. Known for his intimidating aura, his colossal fortune and his absolute control over his affairs (human and supernatural), he is as feared as he is admired. But behind his air of unwavering sovereign, Dominic is haunted by a curse that eats away at his wolf, making him uncontrollable and dangerous. Sienna, rejected by her own family for the absence of her wolf, is sold as a pawn in this arranged alliance between her clan and the Valenti pack. But why did Dominic choose her? Is it really for her rare blood, or is there a darker reason behind it? As she enters a world of luxury, danger, and secrets, Sienna discovers that this marriage is not only about power, but also a war of influence where mobsters, wolves, and billionaires clash. Dominic, despite his apparent control, hides a dark past and a growing obsession with Sienna that he seems unable to contain. When Dominic's enemies target Sienna, she must discover: who is the man behind the Alpha? And how far will she go to protect a man she doesn't know whether to hate or love?
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.