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 6
Chapter 06.
IT'S COMPLICATED.
Emily's POV.
"I am sorry, but it seems like you're mistaken." I said, in a soft voice. "I am not Emily. So, please let go of my arm. Like I said, you're hurting me."
"Lies." he said, in cold voice. "You are Emily, and I know it."
"Is this how you treat your clients?" I asked, narrowing my gaze. "How many times do I have to tell you that I have no idea what you're talking about. Emily? Who's Emily?"
He didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at my neck. As I noticed, I lowered my head. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He wanted to see if there was a scar on my neck. I'd cut myself with that dagger a month back. So, there should have been a scar.
"You are lying to me." he said, tightening his grip around my arm. "Just tell me the truth already."
"Alright then, here." I said, showing him the ring on my finger. "Are you satisfied now? I'm married, and my name is Ruby Clifford. My husband Ash had something urgent to attend to, so he asked me to come here instead."
"I, uh, I'm sorry." he said, letting go of my arm. "Accept my apologies. I must have mistaken your for someone else."
"It seems like I would have to tell my husband that the contract process won't go through." I said, glancing at my arm. "How about that?"
"No, it hasn't gotten to that yet." he said, shaking his head. "These things happen. And I'm sorry for any inconvenience I must have caused you."
"I really don't think that sorry can fix this." I said. "I mean, even if I was the Emily, whoever she is that you are looking for, is this the way you would embarrass her, really?"
"It is quite complicated." he said, forcing a smile through his lips. "However, like I said, I'm sorry. Please, do accept my apologies."
"Alright then." I said, and turned around.
As I walked towards the exit, I looked over my shoulder. He was still standing there, and I could feel his gaze boring into my skin. I sighed, and exited the building through the full glass revolving door. I walked to the parking lot where Nigel was waiting for me.
"What took you so long?" he asked, as I got into the backseat of the car. "Besides, you don't look so good. Did something happen in there? Are you fine?"
"Yes, I am." I said, taking off my sunshades. "Or better still, I'll be fine."
I fanned myself with a hand. He noticed through the rearview mirror.
"So sorry, I had to turn off the air conditioner to conserve the gas." he said, pushing a button. "However, I'll stop by to get once we leave."
"Ok then."
"Was it Marcus?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. "Did he try to start a conversation with you?"
"It would it have been a lot better if he tried to start a conversation with me." I sighed, rubbing a hand on the part of my arm which Marcus held earlier.
I guess he held it too much, to point where it had turned red.
"So, what exactly did he do to you?" he asked, in a curious tone of voice. "Is it something you'll need to tell Ash about?"
"No, no it's fine." I said, forcing a smile through my lips. "I can manage on my own. There's no need to involve Ash. Besides, I saw this coming. Can we just go now?"
He hesitated for a moment, looking at me through the rearview mirror to be sure that I was fine. Well, I was, except for the fact that my skin was mildly irritated by Marcus's touch. Perhaps, he'd realized that he was wrong, and his conscience was pricking him so bad.
However, if I'd opened up to him that I was Emily, what would he have done? Apologized? I doubt it. Not to exaggerate, but from the look in his eyes earlier, it seemed like he was searching for me to end me for good.
"Alright then." Nigel inserted the key into the ignition, and turned it.
The engine came alive with a soft purr. However, as he drove out of the parking lot, I found Marcus standing outside. I rolled up the window, and turned my face away until I couldn't see him again.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice broke in on my thoughts. "You seem a little worried."
"I–I still find it hard to believe that my sister would hurt me the way she did." my voice shook a little. "It just doesn't make any sense. Why would Marcus even have anything to do with her too?"
"I think you've to let go of what happened in the past." he said, in a soft voice. "If you don't, you'll keep hurting yourself."
"You think I don't know that?" I asked, trying to quell the sob rising in my throat. "Or do you think I'm not trying? Of course, I am. But it's not easy."
"You just have to try harder." he said, with a shrug. "That is the only way you can survive now. If you're ever going to pay him back for what he did to you, then you need to set your emotions aside."
"Of course, I have to." I lifted a hand, and wiped off the tears on my face. "I have to make him suffer for what he did to me, but he's still the father of my child. It's just a little complicated."
"Well, he's living the life he's always wanted." he said, looking over his shoulder. "The last thing you want to do is to give him any reason to think that you miss him; you've to forget about him and live your life too."
"It is only a matter of time, I'll forget about him." I said, trying to steady my voice. "However, since we already talking about this, tell me, how have you been living your life since I was unconscious?"
"Well, there's really nothing to talk about." he said. "I didn't have time for myself because I had to look after you."
"You expect me to believe that you spent the whole month looking after me, really?" I arched brow. "Come on, Nigel. There's to be something. Anything at all worth telling me."
"There is actually." he said. "I was beginning to think that you might never open your eyes again. So, one night I decided to get drunk. I drove to a bar down the street. However, I met this lady, and we got talking."
He wore that kind of smile that meant if she was still around him, then things wouldn't have gotten worse.
"So?"
"Well, I got her number after a few shots that night." he continued. "I texted her to know if she'd arrived home, but she didn't respond."
His voice shook slightly.
"A day went by, two days yet I heard nothing from her." he said. "I went back to the bar, and asked about her. At first, no one wanted to tell me what had happened to her."
His voice grew heavy with tears.
"Did you get to know what happened to her?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
"I did." he said, in a low, pained voice. "It turned out that she had an accident that night, and she'd been in coma since the past three weeks."
"Did you go to check up on her?" I asked. "Did you get to talk to the doctor about her condition to know if there's any hope for her?"
"No, I didn't see the need to do so." he said, shaking his head. "I mean, there was no point. She wouldn't even be able to know that I'm standing right next to her. Besides, I wasn't sure if I was ready to see her in that condition."
"What do you say, do we go see her or not?"
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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.