Deadly Queen Unleashed: The Underworld Bends To My Will
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."
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Chapter 7
Hannah's words hit the room like a sudden jolt, leaving everyone stunned all over again.
Bruce and Alicia could only stare at her, completely taken aback.
Brett hurriedly spoke up. "Hannah, cutting off family relations isn't something to take lightly. I'll ensure you get justice for everything you've gone through."
Hannah let out a soft laugh. "Thank you for looking after me this past year, Brett. I won't forget your kindness. As for the rest of you..."
Her cold eyes moved slowly over each person present.
"From today onward, I'm done with all of you. I'll be making an official statement at a press conference."
Saying that, Hannah turned on her heel and walked off decisively.
A flicker of barely hidden satisfaction appeared in Lainey's eyes.
To her, things couldn't have gone better. Whether Hannah lived or not didn't matter anymore. Lainey had achieved her goal. From now on, she would stand as the Oliver family's only daughter.
Kenneth watched Hannah's retreating figure with undisguised scorn.
How could she have the audacity to declare she was cutting ties with the Oliver family?
She was most likely putting on an act.
He was certain it wouldn't be long before she came back, swallowing her pride and begging the Oliver family to accept her again.
Jake stood there in silence, his expression conflicted, unsure of what to say.
He had never expected Hannah to take things to such an extreme.
Suddenly, Alicia clutched her chest and sank onto the sofa, struggling to breathe. "Hannah is so ungrateful! I should never have brought her back!"
The pain only grew worse as she gasped, "My medicine! I need my heart pills!"
Lainey hurriedly searched for the bottle, but then exclaimed in alarm, "Mom! There's nothing left; it's empty!"
...
After leaving the Oliver residence, Hannah took out her phone and called Mia.
"Are you free right now? Come pick me up."
"Got it. I'll be there."
About thirty minutes later, a bright red Ferrari pulled up in front of Hannah, with Mia behind the wheel.
Mia stepped out, casually tossed the keys to Hannah, and then walked around and settled into the passenger seat.
Hannah caught the keys, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine. The car roared to life as she drove off.
Mia glanced at her curiously. "Why do you look so down? Did something happen with the Olivers again?"
Keeping one hand on the wheel, Hannah replied calmly, "I'm done with them. Help me arrange a press conference. I want to make it public."
Mia paused in surprise, but then quickly understood. "Don't tell me this is about Lainey again."
Hannah responded with indifference, "They never stopped comparing me to Lainey, saying I wasn't good enough or couldn't bring them recognition. Fine, then they can keep her as their only daughter since she makes them so proud."
Her wounds had nearly recovered, and she now had her own priorities to focus on.
Cutting ties with the Oliver family had always been part of her plan—it had merely happened sooner than she originally intended.
Mia sneered. "Just imagine their expressions when they realize that the famed doctor Zephyr they've been trying so hard to win over is actually the very daughter they've always treated with contempt."
Then something crossed her mind, and she added, "By the way, a man named Dale really did reach out. You still haven't explained why you wanted to accept the case, though. Who is he?"
No sooner had she spoken than her phone began to ring.
Mia glanced at the screen and smirked. "Well, speak of the devil—the Olivers are calling."
"Pick it up," Hannah replied lightly.
Mia answered the call, and Lainey's anxious voice immediately came through the line.
"Miss Clayton, the heart medication my mother got from you has run out. Could you sell us another bottle?"
Hannah shot Mia a glance and silently mouthed, "Charge them full price."
Alicia's condition was unstable, and she had long depended on the medicine Hannah supplied.
In the past, because of their family connection, Hannah had always offered it to them at the lowest possible price.
That courtesy was now gone.
Mia understood immediately and spoke in a cool, unhurried tone. "I can sell it to you, but the discount no longer applies. It's fifty million per bottle. Transfer the payment, and I'll arrange delivery."
Lainey's voice rose in shock. "Fifty million? Wasn't it only one million per bottle before?"
"Like I said, that was a special rate. If you have doubts, feel free to check—this is the standard price everyone else pays."
Growing impatient, Mia added, "So, are you buying it or not? If yes, send the money. If not, there are plenty of others ready to take it off my hands."
At that moment, someone else took the phone.
Hannah immediately recognized Brett's voice.
"Miss Clayton, may I ask why the discount has suddenly been withdrawn?" Brett asked.
Mia's lips curled in disdain as she replied, "Because your family crossed someone you never should have offended."
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9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
8.4
Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her.
But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract.
"Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out."
Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto.
"Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement."
The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession?
When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse.
"You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision."
Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
8.2
For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter.
It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown.
He failed spectacularly tonight.
His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush.
The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver.
My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal.
I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her.
When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver.
But he didn't help me.
He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors.
"Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission.
"On your knees. Now."
The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her.
My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break.
I looked straight into the camera lens.
"No," I whispered.
I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years.
"Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard."
Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress.
He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.
8.4
Juliette was an agriculture major desperately trying to get top-tier CRISPR potato data from Adrian Castillo, the untouchable physics genius and wealthy heir.
But to get it, she was dragged to a high-end shooting club, where Adrian suddenly lost all his legendary motor skills, shooting zeroes and acting like a helpless nerd.
His clumsy act made Juliette a target. Blair, a wealthy heiress, cornered her, mocking her mud-stained cargo pants and calling her a pathetic dirt-girl.
"If you lose, you leave this club and never speak to Adrian again."
Blair challenged her to a professional air pistol match. The crowd of elites laughed, waiting for the farm girl to humiliate herself.
Even worse, Adrian just stood behind her, pretending to be terrified of Blair and whispering that his sinuses would swell shut if Juliette didn't save him.
The mockery and judgment felt suffocating. Everyone thought she was just a desperate fangirl who didn't even know how to hold a gun.
But they didn't know the dark trauma she had buried years ago. And she didn't understand why Adrian, a man who could supposedly shoot a coin at eight hundred meters in a sandstorm, was deliberately playing weak to push her to the firing line. What was his sick endgame?
To secure her experimental fertilizer, Juliette finally stopped hiding.
She picked up the competition pistol, locked her perfect stance, and fired ten flawless shots.
108.5. Total, undeniable annihilation.