Cinderella's Revenge
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Dumped by her fiancé just days before their wedding, only to watch him marry someone else-what would you do? Cry yourself to sleep, or dress to kill for revenge?
That was Elaina's reality. She's no Cinderella, yet she lost a shoe while recklessly crashing her ex's wedding. Her revenge plan went up in flames, but fate had other ideas, throwing her into the path of Alister-a man who is handsome, charismatic, and dangerous... and ironically, the person closest to her ex-fiancé.
Amidst heartbreak and vendettas, Alister paints her world in new colors, turning Elaina into a modern-day Cinderella. But will this story end in "happily ever after," or is Alister merely leading her into a much more dangerous game?
Cinderella's Revenge Chapter 1
Jakarta had surrendered to the night by 7:00 PM. The streetlights and hotel beacons blazed with artificial gold. Inside a prestigious five-star hotel, the atmosphere was reaching its peak. The opulent ballroom was packed with elite guests; music hummed through the air, and hushed conversations filled every corner as the high society paraded in their finest attire.
Elaina stood before the hotel entrance, her eyes tracking the couples as they moved toward the lobby. Husbands, wives, and families-all wearing smiles that felt like a personal insult. A bitter cocktail of envy, rage, and jealousy brewed in her chest.
Before stepping out of the taxi, she massaged her temples. She had been nursing a bottle of Vodka Martini since the ride began. It was her anchor, her liquid courage. She didn't care for the judgment of others; the alcohol was her only way to survive the night. A few shots had made her steps heavy and unsteady, but her mind remained dangerously sharp.
She knew this wasn't her. She wasn't the type to inflict pain; she had been raised to be graceful and kind. But grace had crumbled the moment she was betrayed. Fidell-the man who had sworn his life to her-was now standing at the altar with someone else. He had discarded her just two days ago, and now, she was here to witness the "happily ever after" he had stolen from her.
She didn't come to congratulate him. She came for blood.
"Miss, we've been sitting here for half an hour," the driver said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror with a mix of confusion and pity.
The ride had been a tomb of silence. Elaina had sat there, gloom-ridden, hair slightly frayed, clutching her bottle like a lifeline. When the taxi stopped, she didn't move. She just stared at the lobby with hollow eyes. Finally, she swallowed hard, checked the meter, and let out a shaky breath. The fare was steep, but money was the last thing on her mind.
She pulled some cash from her small black clutch and handed it over without a word. Before stepping out, she took one last, long swig from the bottle.
Her first step onto the pavement was wobbly. The alcohol had compromised her balance, but her spite kept her upright. She marched toward the lobby, her long yellow gown trailing behind her. The hem was already stained with the grime of the street, but she didn't care. One hand clutched her dress, the other gripped her bottle.
Crossing the driveway, she nearly collided with a car. The driver slammed on the brakes just in time. Elaina stumbled but regained her footing, glaring forward as she hurried toward the entrance. Her tolerance wasn't high, but her adrenaline was through the roof.
Inside the car, the driver stared at her, stunned. Who is this girl? he wondered. If his reflexes hadn't been sharp, the night would have ended in tragedy.
"What is she in such a rush for?" the man muttered, adjusting his frameless glasses. He watched her disappearing silhouette before pulling into the valet.
Elaina stormed into the lobby and shoved her way into a crowded elevator. She ignored the whispers and the scent of expensive perfume around her. Her brain was a battlefield of pain and the desperate need to stay conscious long enough for her revenge.
The doors opened. She maneuvered through the crowd and reached the ballroom. Using a borrowed invitation from a friend, she slipped inside effortlessly. Then, she froze.
There they were.
On a grand, floral-adorned stage, the newlyweds were receiving blessings. An orchestra played softly in the distance. She recognized them all: the groom, his parents-her almost-family.
Her chest tightened. She choked back a sob, tossed her empty bottle into a nearby bin, and wiped her eyes. Grabbing a glossy catering brochure from a buffet table, she held it over her head to mask her face and joined the queue of guests.
With every step forward, her heart hammered against her ribs. Five people left. Four. The MC was interviewing the couple.
"So, to our happy groom," the MC's voice boomed. "Tell us, how long have you two been together? What made you realize she was The One?"
Fidell took the microphone, beaming at his bride in her pristine white lace. "We've been together for about six months. We just clicked instantly. I proposed last month because I knew I couldn't live without her."
Elaina's fists clenched until her knuckles turned white.
"A beautiful love story!" the MC cheered. "Was it love at first sight?"
"Absolutely," Fidell replied smoothly. "Ivanka is the only woman for me. I've never loved anyone the way I love her."
"LIAR!"
The scream tore through the romantic melody. Elaina broke formation, throwing her borrowed invitation aside and pointing a trembling finger at the stage.
"Fidell, you son of a bitch! How dare you lie!"
The ballroom fell into a deathly silence. Fidell's face drained of color. His bride looked on, confused. "Who is this, honey?"
"Nobody," Fidell hissed, panic flaring in his eyes. "She's nobody."
Elaina surged forward. Security tried to intercept, but she was a woman possessed. The vodka had numbed her shame, leaving only the raw, burning heat of her heartbreak.
"Keep denying it! We were together for three years! Your parents know me!" she screamed, gesturing to the horrified elders beside him. "You dumped me two days ago over a phone call, and now you're married? Your name means 'Loyalty,' Fidell, but you're nothing but a traitor! A bastard!"
"Fidell!" his father barked, his face turning puce.
"She's crazy!" Fidell shouted to the guards. "We broke up ages ago! Get her out of here!"
"Ages ago? It was forty-eight hours, you cheating coward!" Elaina reached down, ripped off one of her shoes, and hurled it at his head. It missed, thudding onto the expensive carpet right next to the bride.
The guests crowded in, phones coming out to record the scandal. Elaina didn't care. She wanted the world to see the rot beneath his expensive suit.
Fidell abandoned his bride and marched down the steps, his face contorted with rage. He signaled the guards, who grabbed Elaina's arms, pinning them behind her back. He stood inches from her face, his voice a low, lethal hiss.
"How dare you embarrass me like this."
Elaina lifted her chin, a manic, watery laugh escaping her lips. "I just wanted your wife to know what kind of man she's taking home. Do you recognize this dress, Fidell? It's the same one I wore when you proposed to me last year. The day we got engaged. You recognize it now, you bastard?"
"Oh," Fidell sneered, smoothing his lapel and looking at her with cold, bored eyes. "You're just bitter because I chose her over you?"
Elaina thrashed against the guards, but their grip was iron.
"Bitter? It's not the breakup that hurts, it's the double life! You were dating both of us at the same time! You're pathetic!"
Fidell leaned in closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe you should look in the mirror and ask yourself why I chose Ivanka. What kind of man would ever actually marry a woman like you?"
His words were like salt rubbed into a fresh wound. But Fidell had made a mistake. He thought he had broken her. He didn't realize that Elaina wouldn't stop until she had burned his perfect world to the ground.
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Cinderella's Revenge of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
8.3
Angel was slammed onto the freezing stone slabs of the central square, surrounded by the deafening, mocking laughter of her clan.
Her own sister, Jasmine, stood over her with a look of pure malice, loudly and falsely accusing Angel of sneaking into the Chief's tent to seduce him.
Then, Al Stein, the man who had sworn to be her mate, stepped out of the crowd with a twisted face of disgust.
"You're a genetic reject. You can't give me children. You're useless."
He threw their bone mate ring hard at her face, cutting her cheek, as the crowd roared for her blood.
Without a trial, the High Oracle stripped her of her citizenship and sentenced her to eternal exile in the deadly wasteland.
To make her punishment a complete joke, the guards dragged out a comatose, dying outcast named Kain, slicing Angel's finger to force a mate bond between the two defects.
They were tossed out into the raging blizzard like discarded corpses, the heavy steel gates slamming shut behind them, cutting off all light and warmth.
Angel crawled through the snow, her vision blurring from extreme starvation and the biting wind, suffocating under the weight of their lies.
Why did her own blood frame her? Why did her mate throw her away to die in the ice?
Just as the freezing shadow of death wrapped around her, a sharp, mechanical voice exploded in her mind.
[Genetic Evolution Codex activated. Host Status: Legendary Kitsune Prime.]
The despair evaporated from her chest, replaced by a burning vow to survive and make every single one of them pay.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
