A Game Of Revenge
"You are only making things difficult for us." he said. "Just sign the papers and let's get this over with."
As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that the wardrobe was slightly opened. Curious, I began to walk towards it.
"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
But I ignored him. I lifted a trembling hand, gripped the handle, and opened the wardrobe. My heart sank.
"Abby?"
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Although, she's heard a few times, but Emily has refused to believe that her husband, Marcus has been hanging around with different ladies, and sometimes he brings them home.
Even though she's hurt, but as long she doesn't come across or trade words with any of those ladies, then she's fine with it. And she was, but not until she finds one hiding naked in the wardrobe. Not just any woman, but her own sister, Abby.
Rather than apologizing to Emily, Marcus asks for a divorce and tells her to leave. To make matters worse, Abby is pregnant for him. Feeling betrayed, Emily attempts taking her own life. But fortunately, she survives. A month later, she returns as the wife to a wealthy billionaire.
Now she's ready to get her revenge. Just how far can Emily go to see her ex-husband and sister suffer?
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Chapter 2
Chapter 02.
IT'S OVER!
Emily's POV.
Of course, I knew that the scent from the underwear was familiar. The underwear was Abby's: my sister. I mean, how's is that even possible? I gripped my head in my hands, and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to process what I saw some minutes back. Before long, I opened my eyes.
"I–I don't understand what's going on, why are you here?" I stuttered, blinking my eyes in shock, while watching her get dressed. "What are you doing here?"
"And what does it look like I came here to do?" she asked, with no ounce of remorse on her face.
"What?" - I crinkled my face at the words.
"Oh please," she rolled her eyes at the words. "Don't play victim here, Emily. It's exactly what you saw. I mean, do I really need to say the words to you?"
She scoffed. "You are old enough to know what's going on, so I don't think I owe you an explanation right now."
"Of course, you do." I said,
"No, I don't." she said, with ice in her voice. "I don't owe you an explanation sister. What you saw is exactly what has been going on. You finally caught us, so I don't think there's anything to hide anymore."
She shrugged.
"How could you?" I asked, in a broken voice. "How could you do this to me? Have you forgotten so soon that I'm your sister? How could you ruin my marriage?"
"Don't even get me started right now." she said, her voice as hard as steel. "Look, you already saw it and I believe that's enough explanation. I don't want to do this with you right now. It's only a waste of time."
"How long?" I sniffled, wiping my face with the back of my hand. "How long has this been going on?"
"Three months? Or perhaps, half a year?" she shrugged, as if it meant nothing.
"Abby!"
"See? This is the very thing about you that gets me irritated." she said, speaking through her teeth. "Can you just stop being so dramatic, huh? You're not a kid, and neither is any of us here. These things happen; you should know that."
"These things happen?" I reiterated, shaking my head in disbelief. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself right now? These things happen? Why didn't you go elsewhere? Why does it have to be my marriage? There are over a million and one men out there,"
I pointed out through the window for emphasis.
"Why does it have to be my husband?" I added, my voice sounding strained all of a sudden.
"You really don't know?" she shifted her body weight to one foot, and folded her arms across her chest. "Do you really need me to tell you?"
"You should be feeling bad for what you did, Abby." I said, in a low, pained voice. "But I doubt if you feel anything right now."
"Am I supposed to feel bad right now?" she arched a brow. "I saw this coming long before now. So I did myself some good: I prepared beforehand because I knew your emotions would mess you up, and I wasn't wrong about it."
"Don't you have anything to say right now?" I turned to Marcus with tears in my eyes. "You are just going to watch her say those hurtful words to me, huh? For goodness' sake Marcus, I'm your wife!"
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Even if you wanted to cheat on me, you could have done so outside there." my voice dropped. "You should have been careful enough so that I wouldn't find out about it. But now, I caught you. And you know what's worse? It's my sister, Marcus. How shameless can you be?"
"You can call me whatever names you want to," he said, looking me straight in the eyes. "But it doesn't mean that I'll change my mind; sign these papers and let's both go our separate ways."
"We have come a long way to go our separate ways now." I said, shaking my head. "Please, don't do this to me. I beg of you."
Even though I didn't want to, and certainly not in front of my sister, but that was my only option. So, with tears in my eyes, I went on my knees before him. It didn't matter to me if she was standing right there, all I wanted to do was to save my marriage.
"If I'd made a mistake in the past, then please let me know." I sobbed softly, burying my face in my hair. "I will do anything to fix our marriage. But please, don't ask me to leave."
"My mind is made up, Emily." he said. "There is nothing you say or do right now that's going to make me change my mind. I want a divorce, and I want it now."
"Marcus, I swear to you that the child is yours." I said, lifting my pain darkened eyes to him. "I wouldn't cheat on you. I have never had such thoughts before."
"Don't you get it?" he asked. "I am done with this marriage. So please, sign the papers and leave. You don't want me to throw you out myself, so while I'm still asking nicely, I need you to leave."
"Marcus, you've to believe me." I said, pressing a hand against my chest as tears welled my eyes. "I have never cheated on you; Nigel has been a friend since childhood. There's nothing going on between us. I can swear it."
"I don't need you to." he lowered himself to a squat, and pushed a tumbling hair back off my brow with a hand. "What I want is quite simple: sign the papers and leave. I'm done with this marriage."
I turned to the side, and glanced at the divorce papers on the bed. I stared at it for a few seconds, and then dropped my head. It just didn't make any sense to me.
It was supposed to be a happy day. I mean, for the past three years, we've been searching for our own child, and now that we finally have one, he wants a divorce?
"You heard him, right?" Abby's voice broke in on my thoughts. "He doesn't want you here anymore. So please, leave."
"Abby..."
"Please, don't look at me with those pitiful eyes." she made a face. "I am not the reason your marriage is about to fall. Or better still, has fallen. You had no idea how to keep your man, and I decided to do you a favor. Now, how's that any of my fault? Besides, I think you should know."
She flung a paper my way. It floated and landed on the floor, right in front of me. I wiped my runny nose with a hand, and picked up the paper. Turns out it wasn't any paper, but a medical report.
I went through it, until my eyes settled on the boxes at the bottom of the report. There was a tick in the box which indicated positive. My heart sank.
"You are pregnant." I said, blinking my eyes in shock. "H–How is that even possible?"
"Of course, I am pregnant." a wry smile twisted her lips as she rubbed her palms against her stomach. "How is that possible? Really?"
She arched a brow.
"We had fun, and he slept with me." she chuckled, and shrugged. "That is how it became possible. It's over Emily. Just leave."
I sniffled, and wiped my face with the back of my hand, then I got on my feet. There was no point crying over spilt milk. It was clear that Marcus was done with me. If he still had any intention to keep me by his side, then he wouldn't have gotten her pregnant.
"The papers, can I have them please." I asked, my voice subdued with tears.
"Here," he picked it up from the bed and handed it over to me.
I received it from him, and then put my signature on it.
"That's all, right?" I asked, returning the papers to him.
"Yes," he received it from me, and glanced at it to confirm if I really did sign it.
"Very well then," I gripped my roller bag, which was by the bedside table.
However, as I took a step, my gaze fell on the dagger lying on the bedside table. I lifted my gaze to know if either of them were watching. Fortunately, neither of them was. I picked it up, wrapped my fingers around it, and pulled my roller bag as I made for the door.
As I got to the door, I paused, and turned back to them.
"Mark my words, you're both going to regret this."
Again, as I turned to leave, I paused, and turned to Marcus.
"Here's my farewell gift to you both." I brought out the dagger, and held it to my neck.
"Emily... don't." he said, shaking his head.
"Goodbye." I said, slitting my neck with the dagger.
The dagger escaped my grip as I fell to the ground, gurgling, and gasping for breath. But then, Abby walked up to me, and lowered her knees to a squat.
"You made the right decision sis." she said, with a cynical smile. "I never thought you'd make things this easy for me. I owe it to you. Take these words with you to the grave, I paid someone to make those photos of you and Nigel."
A tear trickled down the side of my nose.
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8.0
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She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
9.2
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
7.4
Faith Neal had vanished, burying her powerful past under layers of anonymity as an ER doctor. She was secretly dismantling the empire of the man she'd left behind, brick by costly brick, from the shadows. Until he walked into her trauma room, bleeding from a bullet wound, shattering her carefully built world with a single, dangerous glance.
Her heart hammered: Earl Hampton, the ruthless CEO she abandoned, was on the gurney, demanding only "Faith."
His presence shattered her new life. He accused her of running, his touch a possessive reminder. Soon after, old rivals Chad Miller and Tiffany Vance ambushed her, humiliating her, sparking a fight.
Panic and anger flared as Chad mocked her, calling her a "bitch." Shame burned, but a deeper fear gripped her – the architect of her revenge was bleeding in her ER, and he knew.
Before Chad could inflict more harm, Earl reappeared, violently intervening.
"I'm the man who's going to reclaim his assets," he rumbled. "I found you. I'm not losing you again."
7.4
My fiancé Javen sent me to a yacht in the middle of a New York storm to finalize a high-stakes merger with Alfonse Wolfe, a billionaire rumored to have ice water in his veins. I did it for "us," shivering in a soaked evening gown and cutting my hand on broken glass just to get the signature that would save Javen’s company.
But when I rushed back to the Doyle estate, the manor was blazing with lights for an unannounced engagement party. Javen wasn't waiting for me with open arms; he was standing on the dance floor with Blossom Vega, the daughter of his biggest competitor, announcing their union to the elite of New York.
When I stepped forward, dripping blood and water onto the marble floor, Javen didn't try to protect me. He looked at me with pure disgust and told the gathered press that I was a "charity case" suffering from mental delusions. His mother laughed while calling me a cockroach, and his father claimed my family’s lost fortune was a hallucination. To ensure my silence, Javen leaned in and whispered that he would pull the plug on my disabled brother’s life-saving medical care if I didn't disappear.
I was hauled away by security and locked in a dark storage room like a stain on his perfect evening. I lay there in the dust, unable to process how twelve years of love could be a calculated lie. How could the man I was supposed to marry use my brother’s breath as a bargaining chip after I had just sacrificed everything to save him?
I escaped through a second-story window and went straight to the only predator powerful enough to tear the Doyles apart: Alfonse Wolfe. I didn't just ask for sanctuary; I demanded a marriage license to unlock my mother’s secret trust and protect my brother. Standing in a high-security vault as the new Mrs. Wolfe, I discovered a truth that changed the game. I didn’t just have the money to ruin Javen; the deed in my hand proved I now owned the very land beneath Alfonse’s mansion.
"I’m not the prey anymore," I whispered, watching the Doyle stock plummet on my phone. "I'm the hunter."
9.4
Millie-Rose lost everything she'd worked for since the age of four in a single day; her career, her reputation, and the life she was about to marry into, when a test revealed she was pregnant... despite never being touched all her life.
Scandal followed. Betrayal cut deep. And running became her only chance at survival.
But there's one truth she can't outrun: the child she carries belongs to Alpha Braham, a werewolf king with power, patience, and a claim she never agreed to.
She escaped the world.
She rebuilt her life.
But how will she escape him?
8.8
I spent three years hating Damien Castillo, the ruthless mafia Don who kidnapped me from my engagement party and ruined my reputation.
But in the end, it was my perfect fiancé, Julian, and my sweet half-sister, Sophia, who slipped the deadly poison into my wine.
As the venom burned through my veins in that freezing cellar, I watched Julian smile. He and Sophia had orchestrated my brutal death. She had been sleeping in his bed all along, intentionally miscarrying his bastard child just to frame me as 'impure' and strip me of my family's protection. My own father used me as a political pawn, letting them throw me away like garbage.
And Damien? The monster I had fought and despised for years marched straight into a suicide ambush for me. He was riddled with bullets, turning his body into a human shield just to buy me a few more seconds of life.
"Touch her and you die."
I died in that blood-soaked basement, clutching his lifeless body, suffocating on my own blind trust. Why did I ever believe the golden boy who betrayed me? Why did I fight the only man who truly loved me?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of copper and mold was gone, replaced by the scent of Cuban cigars and black silk.
I was back in 1928, on the exact night Damien stormed my engagement party and locked me in his penthouse.
This time, when the ruthless Don approached me, I didn't scream or run back to my killers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.