
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 5
Chapter 05.
WE MEET AGAIN.
Emily's POV.
"Time is of the essence, so can we proceed, please?" I folded my arms across my chest, and leaned back in my chair.
"Sure." Marcus said with a brief smile.
He looked over his shoulder, and with a subtle nod of his head, he cued for the man standing behind him to proceed. Picking the signal, the man walked to the table, picked up some documents, and began to hand a copy to everyone present in the room.
"Thank you." I said with a smile as he handed a copy to me.
"Ahem," Marcus cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie as he righted himself from his chair. "I want to believe that we all have a copy of the document now."
He turned to the left, and then to the right to be sure. After confirming that everyone had a copy of the document, he picked up his from the table.
"In this document is a break down of how the contract works." he said, turning his head from left to right to be sure he had everyone's attention. "Please, I'd like you to turn to the first page. There's something I'd like to show you."
While we did as he'd asked, he pushed his chair back, and walked out of the space.
"If you go through it, you'll realize that this isn't like any contract you've seen." he said, tucking his chair into the table. "Even a toddler would grasp the concept of this contract."
A smile pushed my lips to the side. I couldn't say if that was the way he'd intended to explain it, or perhaps that was him just trying to impress me. To me, it did seem like the latter because I don't think he would have said that if it were Ash that was present and not me.
"In this contract," he turned on the projector, and turned to face the screen. "You will see that there's an expected return of profit for every amount in percent that would be invested."
He dropped the document on the table.
"Bryan?" he called, his gaze on the screen.
The man who'd shared the document earlier picked up a remote control from the table, and pointed it at the projector. Before long, the image on the screen changed.
"Take for instance," he explained, pointing a finger to the graphical representation appearing on the screen. "If you invest over twenty percent in this, then you're likely you make over fifty percent profits."
"Likely?" I narrowed my gaze at the words.
I didn't mean to interrupt him. But earlier, he mentioned that there was an expected amount of profit to be made. If anything, he sounded certain that the figures could be achieved.
But then, saying that it would most likely be the case seemed like he was contradicting himself. Or perhaps, was I being a distraction to him?
"Yes, likely." he smiled as if expecting that such question would arise. "I said so because the economy is good on this side of the country. Not to worry, there won't be losses. We hardly experience such here. Instead, there will be lots of profits, and that was why I said, likely."
He did the air quotes.
"There is every chance that you could make the profit expected, or perhaps even more." he added with a shrug. "However, there wouldn't be a case when you record less than the profit expected."
"And how are you so sure about that?" I asked, in a curious tone of voice. "You just mentioned that the economy over here is quite good. I have no issue with that. But the economy can crash anytime. How would you deal with that if such situation occurs?"
I didn't want to interrupt, and throw questions at him in the middle of his explanations, but I just had to be sure. However, it seemed like I was the only one who was concerned, or better still had questions for him. The others seemed to understand everything he said. Or perhaps, were pretending to do so.
"We have a proven strategy to help us overcome such situation." he said. "In the last five years, we have only had to experience a decline in the economy just once,"
He emphasized with a finger.
"However, I've got a team that knows how to handle such situation, so you've nothing to worry about." he concluded.
"Very well, then." I took a sip of the coffee in front of me.
"Does anyone else have a question before I wrap up this part, and move on to the next?" he asked, turning to both sides to see if anyone had. "Please, feel free to speak. If there's something you don't understand, then you can ask. I will do my best to provide clarity on it. Anyone?"
He swept his eyes all over the room. Meanwhile, the others who were present turned to each other, murmuring some words to themselves. But that was it, neither of them stood up to ask any question. It seemed like they all understood all he'd been saying so far.
"In the absence of none, we move on to the last part of the contract." he said. "Please, can you turn to page five of the document with you."
He offered a few seconds for us to turn to the page he'd mentioned.
"Bryan?" he snapped his fingers.
Knowing exactly why Marcus had called him, he picked up the remote control, and pushed a button. Again, the images on the screen changed.
"Thank you." he said, and turned to face the screen. "Now, I need you all to pay attention to me at this point."
The words had barely left his mouth when my phone began to vibrate. The screen came alive, and as I glanced at it, I realized that it was a call from Ash. I sighed, and declined it because I didn't want to cause a distraction.
Marcus had mentioned that there was every need to pay attention to him concerning that part, and I didn't want to miss out any word from it either.
However, my phone began to vibrate again.
"I am sorry, but I have to take this." I righted myself from the chair, and exited the room.
Outside, I swiped at my screen, and accepted the call.
"Hello," I said, covering my mouth with a hand.
"How is it going over there?" Ash asked.
"Well, it's been good so far." I said. "However, you just called at the wrong time. He was about to explain the most important part of the contract to us, but you've denied me the chance to listen to it because of your call."
"Oh, don't you worry, we can always make up for that." he said.
I heard the smile in his voice.
"You think?" I asked.
"I know so." he said. "However, I'm sorry for calling at such a time. I figured you must have been done with the meeting already because there's somewhere we have to be."
"That can wait." I said. "However, I have to return inside now. We'll talk later."
That said, I hung up the call and returned in.
"That is it for the contract." Marcus said as I walked in.
I looked around and noticed that those who were present were preparing to leave already.
"Are you done?" I asked, walking up to him. "So soon?"
"Yes, I am." he said, looking me straight in the eyes as if trying to take off my mask of pretence. "I am sorry you missed the last part, but you can read through the document to know about it."
"In that case, I'll take my leave now." I walked back to my seat, picked up my bag, and left the room.
As I walked towards the exit, I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching from behind me. Suddenly, I felt a hand pull me back.
“What in the world is wrong with you?” I yelled, angered by the fact that I could have tripped and fallen.
“You are her, aren't you?” Marcus asked, darting his gaze back and forth as if trying to search my face for some clue. “You can't deceive me.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about right now.” I said, shaking my head. “However, you're hurting me, so let go of my arm.”
“You are, Emily, aren't you?”
My heart shook at the words.
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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.