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 3
Chapter 03.
TWICE AS MUCH!
Emily's POV.
Exhaling sharply, I stopped walking and gripped the wall for support as my head kept spinning all over the place.
Walking now seemed like a job I was employed to do; I'd barely taken a few steps, but I'd grown exhausted already.
"You are finally awake?" Nigel's voice broke into my thoughts.
I turned, and found him setting the dining.
"Finally?" I asked, barely breathing the words.
"Yes, believe it or not, you've been unconscious for a month, or perhaps even more." he said, loosening the apron around his waist. "You were only fortunate enough to have survived. If that blade had gone in an inch deeper,"
He pinched his fingers to show.
"I guess we would be standing over your gravestone at the moment." he added.
My heart's shook at the words. I obviously wasn't thinking when I decided to cut my neck with the blade. But the pain was just too much to bear.
If anything, I wanted to get back at Marcus for betraying me. However, I guess I took things too far. I shouldn't have gambled with my own life.
"Here, drink this; it'll help with the dizziness." he said, handing me some pills, and a glass of water.
"Thank you." I said, drinking the pills.
"You are welcome." he said, receiving the glass from me.
He turned around to return to the dining.
"How is Marcus doing?" I asked, in a curious tone.
He paused, and turned back to face me.
"Did I hear you wrong, or did you just ask of him?" he asked, shaking his ear with a finger. "You just regained consciousness after a month, and the first person you ask of is Marcus? Are you kidding?"
"Nigel..."
"You must be joking right now." he said, his voice rose to a scream as he pointed a finger at me. "Can you even listen to yourself?"
He scoffed, and pushed his fingers through his hair.
"If I didn't arrive at Marcus's when I did, then you would be dead." he added, speaking through his teeth with forced restraint. "The same Marcus who you're worried about left you to die on that floor after you cut yourself."
He pointed a finger to the floor for emphasis.
"He didn't even bother to come check up on you while you were at the hospital." he continued, giving a slow disbelieving head shake. "And now the first person you ask of after you regain consciousness is him? Really? What about me who's been taking care of you for the past three weeks?"
His voice was cold as Ice.
"You won't ask how it's been for me, huh?" he blinked back tears. "I had to bring you here because your life wasn't safe anymore at the hospital just so that you would get well. If you'd asked for a meal, then it would have been better, but Marcus? You're wrong."
He squeezed the apron, and tossed it on the floor.
"Nigel." I called, gripping his arm as he was about to walk out on me. "I am sorry, I had no idea that all these happened."
"Of course, you don't." he said, his voice as hard as steel. "Each day, I would prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner, hoping that you would eventually wake up and join me in the dining, but no."
He shook his head, while looking at me with tears in his eyes.
"Just last night, you moved a finger, and I figured that you'd regain consciousness in the morning, and fortunately you did." he added, swallowing hard. "But even after what he did to you, it's hard to believe that you're still this naive. You aren't supposed to feel a thing for him."
"I know that I shouldn't ask about him," I said, trying to quell the sob rising in my throat. "But let's not forget that he's also the father of my child."
"I figured you'd say that." he said, his voice matching the hardness of his gaze. "But don't you get it, Emily? They want you dead, and not alive."
He put his hands on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes.
"Why exactly do you think I brought you here?" he asked, shaking his head slowly. "Your own sister tried to kill you while you were unconscious at the hospital. I couldn't leave you there all by yourself. And that's why I brought you here to stay with me."
"Why would she try to kill me?" I asked, my throat tightened with tears. "I don't see any reason for her to kill me."
"That thing in your stomach is enough reason for her to try to kill you." he said. "I learnt that she's pregnant for Marcus too. As long as you both are pregnant for him, she'll try to do everything in her power to take you and your child out of the picture, so that she can have all his wealth to herself alone."
"Abby wouldn't try to kill me." I said, shaking my head, while blinking back tears. "She is my sister."
"Well, too bad, she tried to." he let out a sigh. "She already stole your husband from you, got pregnant for him, do you think she'll stop now? She's almost accomplished whatever plan she'd in mind when she approached your husband."
He pushed a tumbling hair back off my brow, and flashed a brief smile across my face.
"She isn't your sister, and he's no longer someone you should care for; they are both your enemies now." he said. "They have both hurt you. Right now, you should think about hurting them twice as much as they've hurt you."
He really didn't need to say that, because I'd decided to do so. I'll make them suffer for the betrayal and pain.
"I am hungry." I said, turning my head to the side. "It looks really delicious."
"Of course, it is." he smiled. "Go ahead, I'll just quickly wash my face and join you."
He took his hand away from my shoulder. I walked towards the dining, pulled out a chair that was tucked into the table, and then settled down. Right in front of me were varieties of dishes, but the golden brown color of the toasted bread caught my attention.
I picked up a slice from the plate, closed my eyes, and drew in the scent.
"You can have as much as you want." his voice broke in on my thought.
I opened my eyes and found him in front of me. He pulled out a chair from the other side of the table, settled on it and scuffed it forward.
"Thank you." I said, taking a bite.
"How is it?" he asked, raising a brow.
"It tastes so good." I said, touching the corner of my lips with a finger.
"Here," he handed me a tissue. "Use that instead."
"Thank you." I received it from him and wiped my mouth.
"It is obviously not the best time to bring this up, but I have to." he said, elbows on the table and fingers laced beneath his jaw. "I think it's time for you to accept his offer. You want to get back at Marcus and Abby for what they did to you? Then he's the only one that can help you."
"You don't expect me to get married to him, do you?" I asked, raising a furrowed brow. "I just barely regained consciousness, and you're bringing this up? It doesn't make any sense."
"Yes, I know." he said, in a soft voice. "But if you ask me, then I'd tell you that we can't waste any more time. One month is gone already."
"I was unconscious in that period." I said, speaking through my teeth. "I don't need to remind you of that, do I?"
"No, you don't." he said. "But Ash has been the one sorting your medical bills. He's been the one taking care of you the entire time."
"I didn't ask him to." I said, shaking my head. "Besides, if I'm going to get my revenge on Marcus, and Abby, then I don't need his help to do that. Why can't he just get someone else? Why does it have to be me."
"He wants the same thing that you do." he said, with a meaningful look in his eyes. "Here."
He pulled out a document from a brown envelope, and handed it to me. It was just a few papers held together by a staple.
"What is this?" I dropped the toast bread on the plate, and received the document from him.
"It is your death certificate." he said.
"What?" I crinkled my face in shock.
"Yes. When Abby tried to kill you, we made it seem like she succeeded in doing so." he explained. "However, I asked the doctor to fake your death report. So neither Marcus nor Abby know that you're alive right now."
"This doesn't make any sense." I said, shaking my head as I read through the document. "Time of death, 8:15pm?"
I lifted my head to him and cocked a brow. But he said nothing, so I dropped my head and continued reading through. I turned over to the next page.
"Cause of death, internal bleeding?" I raised my head to him.
"Sounds natural, doesn't it?" he asked.
"I am not doing this." I dropped the document on the table and righted myself from the chair. "I have just lost my appetite, and it's all thanks to you."
Before I could take a step from where I was standing, he got up and gripped my arm.
"I can understand that this is tough for you right now." he said, his voice as soft as the toasted bread. "But I'm only trying to help you. They stole your happiness, and you just want to let them be?"
"I didn't say I will." I sniffled, wiping my face with the back of my hand.
"They need to suffer for what they did to you, Emily." he said. "Trust me, you won't be alone on this; I'll be with you every step of the day."
"Alright then, where can I find Ash?"
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8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
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.