The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life

In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus. All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress. "Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him. "Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,". Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears. I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell. But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff!" It was the sound of a dagger slicing through my belly. There was a deep gash in my abdomen, and blood was gushing out profusely. "Ah! My baby!" "How could you be so cruel?" I stared in disbelief at my best friend standing before me. "Arina, you have to die today..."

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After my parents passed away, Davi married into my family.

Since I got pregnant, I hadn't set foot in the company.

I handed over the reins of the company to him, trusting him completely to manage it.

Now that I had uncovered his terrifying true nature, I was determined to go to the company and see for myself what was going on.

"Honey, don't worry. I'll definitely stay by your side, not leaving you for a single moment," I reassured him again, seeing his hesitation.

He finally agreed when he realized I was dead - set on going.

We arrived at the company together.

Clark greeted me with excessive enthusiasm. "Arina, long time no see. I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed, striding towards me and hugging me tightly.

As I caught a whiff of her perfume, I realized it was the exact same scent as Davi's.

Ironically, I was the one who had bought that perfume for Davi.

I pushed her away.

She was wearing a low - cut blouse today, and the red mark on her neck was glaringly obvious.

I sneered and asked, "Clark, what's with that red mark on your neck? Did you catch some nasty disease?"

The office was immediately filled with an awkward silence.

"Arina, what are you talking about? It's just a mosquito bite," she replied with a coquettish laugh, patting my hand.

"Ha, I was just joking. Don't take it seriously," I said. Moments later, she brought me a glass of milk. "Arina, you can't drink coffee like before now that you're pregnant. I made you some warm milk. Drink it while it's hot," she said.

Looking at this so - called "best friend" who seemed so caring, I thought to myself that if I hadn't discovered her true, hideous nature last night, I would still be fooled by her false kindness.

I drank the milk right in front of her.

"Ah! My stomach hurts so much," I cried out in pain.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Davi asked, feigning concern.

Davi quickly reached out to steady me, his eyes darting towards Clark with a fierce glare, brimming with a menacing warning.

"I didn't do anything!"

Clark exclaimed in a panic.

"My stomach's killing me. I need to use the restroom. You know how it is with pregnant women, always having to go,"

"Don't take it personally, Clark. Davi just cares about me so much that he loses his head sometimes. Please don't hold it against him,"

I added, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of my lips.

I was certain Clark was quaking in her boots at that moment.

She was probably terrified that Davi would lay the blame at her feet. And that was exactly what I was banking on.

I wanted to set these two vultures against each other.

After all, they still needed me alive and well for their own sinister plans.

"Of course not! I'm thrilled to see the boss and his wife so deeply in love. It warms my heart," Clark replied, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

I could almost hear the sound of her teeth grinding in suppressed fury. Davi made a move to accompany me to the restroom, but I promptly declined.

"Honey, this is my own company. Do you really think I'm going to get lost?" I said with a forced laugh.

"You two focus on your important work. Don't worry about me," I added, and with that, I slipped away.

After coming out of the restroom, I made a beeline for the finance department.

If I wanted to uncover the true state of the company, there was no better place to start.

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I was strapped to a bomb, pregnant and terrified, using my last moments to call the man I loved. But Arthur didn't send help; he hung up on me because his foster sister, Ivy, was "scared of a noise" outside her apartment. Ten minutes later, the explosion erased me and our unborn child from existence. My spirit didn't cross over. I was cursed to remain as a ghost, tethered to Arthur. I watched him block my number, convinced my silence was just a "jealous stunt." I watched him ignore my missing person report until he stood over my charred remains in the morgue, clutching the locket he gave me. His grief was agonizing, but the truth was worse. A year later, during a staged kidnapping meant to win him back, Ivy slipped up. She admitted she had orchestrated my murder to keep him for herself. As Arthur looked at her with pure hatred, the bond holding me to him finally snapped. But I didn't leave. A dark, cold force pulled me toward Ivy instead. My pain is over, but her nightmare is just beginning.

Horror Mystery Romance

8.6

A Substitute No More, A Queen Returns

8.6

For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved. Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her. They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic. When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled. They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face. The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die. But I didn't die. I climbed back up, faked my death, and disappeared. They wanted a ghost. I decided to give them one.

Horror Mystery Romance

7.5

Bound To The Devil From My Past

7.5

To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

Horror Modern Romance

8.3

Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

8.3

My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement. To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia. It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping. But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished. She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug. She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago. The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash. Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name. She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant. I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead. I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye. "Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you." Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth. "Prove it," he growled. I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.

Adventure Horror Modern

7.8

Framed By My Husband's Love

7.8

I was a star lawyer, undefeated in court. Then my husband and my rival framed me with fabricated evidence, landing me in prison and destroying my name. But the ultimate betrayal came after my release. My own adopted son, the boy I saved and raised, slashed my tires while my husband tampered with the brakes, sending my car flying off a cliff to silence me for good. The world declared me dead. For seven years, I' ve lived as a ghost, scrubbing toilets and hiding in the shadows while they built a perfect life on the ashes of mine. Now, they' ve dragged me back into their glittering world, using my son' s 18th birthday as the stage for their own engagement party-a final, public spectacle to humiliate me. They see a broken cleaner, a ghost they can easily dismiss. They're wrong. Tonight, I' m going live. And I' m bringing seven years of digital receipts that will burn their entire world to the ground.

Horror Modern Romance

8.4

Grandma's Ultimate Sacrifice

8.4

In a modern world where ancient horrors lurk, a grandmother faces an impossible choice to protect her lineage. As dark fantasy elements bleed into reality, she must confront a malevolent force threatening her family's safety. To ensure their survival against this supernatural terror, she prepares to offer the ultimate price. This chilling tale explores the depths of maternal love and the terrifying rituals required to keep an encroaching darkness at bay.

Fantasy Horror Modern

The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life

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