Her Icy Comeback: A Vengeful Heiress

Five years ago, my guardian, Fitzgerald Kirk, sent me a video of my childhood horse being led to a slaughterhouse. Then he cast me out, broken and penniless. Tonight, I returned to his family' s annual gala, no longer a helpless ward but a powerful woman ready for my revenge. But he and his fiancée, Cassondra, still saw me as the trash they threw away. She taunted me, asking if I' d run out of money, before "tripping" and drenching my white silk gown in red wine. She looked at me with glee, expecting the broken girl from five years ago to cry. Fitzgerald just watched, a bored smirk on his face as he told me to crawl back to whatever gutter I came from. They wanted a reaction. They wanted the hysterical girl they had destroyed. They had no idea that the memory of my horse' s death had frozen everything inside me, fueling a cold rage that had simmered for half a decade. I didn' t even glance at the stain. Instead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of champagne from a passing waiter' s tray. "Don' t worry," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Accidents happen." Then I swung the bottle and smashed it against her head.

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Fitzgerald' s hand shot out, clamping around my neck before anyone could react. The air was violently forced from my lungs. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision as he squeezed, his thumb pressing into my windpipe.

"I should have killed you five years ago," he snarled, his face inches from mine. His eyes were no longer filled with cold amusement, but with pure, murderous rage. This was the real Fitzgerald, the monster I knew so well.

He slammed me backward. My body hit the floor hard, the impact jarring my bones. The shattered glass from the champagne bottle dug into my back and arms, sharp stabs of pain that were nothing compared to the pressure on my throat.

He was on top of me in an instant, one hand still crushing my neck, the other grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back.

"Kneel," he commanded, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "Kneel and beg for my forgiveness."

My hands clawed uselessly at his wrist, my nails scraping against his skin. I couldn' t breathe. The world was narrowing to a dark tunnel.

"I gave you everything, Blair," he hissed, his face contorted in a mask of psychotic fury. "I gave you a home. A name. Your life is mine to give, and mine to take away."

A sick, twisted smile spread across his lips. "But I won' t let you die. Not yet. That would be too easy." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You' re my favorite toy. And I' m not done playing with you."

The memory of a video call flashed in my mind. It was from Cassondra, a week after I' d been exiled. She was laughing, showing off a new diamond bracelet.

"Fitz bought this for me," she had cooed, her voice dripping with malice. "A little thank you gift. For getting rid of the competition."

She had then flipped the camera, showing Fitzgerald in the background, staring out a window. "He was so disappointed you didn' t put up more of a fight for your precious horse," she' d said. "He wanted to see you break. He told me he loves watching the light die in your eyes."

Her voice had dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Be careful, Blair. If he gets tired of me, you might be next on his list. And he won't be satisfied with just killing you."

The memory fueled a final, desperate surge of defiance. I gathered the little saliva I had left in my mouth, thick with the metallic taste of blood from my bitten lip, and spat it directly into Fitzgerald' s face.

A glob of red landed on his perfectly sculpted cheek.

His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in pure revulsion. For a moment, his grip on my throat loosened as he recoiled.

It was all the opening I needed.

I gasped for air, a raw, ragged breath that burned my lungs.

"Disgusted, Fitz?" I rasped, a bloody smile stretching my lips. "Good. Get used to it."

I mimicked his earlier tone, my voice a broken, mocking echo of his own. "I' m not done playing with you either."

My gaze flickered past him to the horrified faces in the crowd. "I came back to make every single person who hurt me pay," I declared, my voice growing stronger with every word. "And I always start with the one at the top."

Fitzgerald' s face was a thundercloud of rage. He wiped the spittle from his cheek with the back of his hand.

"Fine," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "You want to play? Let' s play."

He stood up, towering over me. "Security," he called out, his voice ringing with authority. "Watch her. Don' t let her move."

He then turned his back on me, walking over to Cassondra, who was now being tended to by her friends. He knelt beside her, his expression softening into one of gentle concern as he brushed a stray, blood-soaked strand of hair from her face.

"It' s okay, darling," he murmured, his voice now a soothing balm. "I' m here. I' ll take care of it."

Cassondra dissolved into theatrical sobs, burying her face in his chest.

I pushed myself into a sitting position, my body screaming in protest. The sharp edges of glass dug deeper into my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the searing heat of my hatred.

The whispers started again, this time laced with a cruel sort of pity.

"She' s a fool to challenge him."

"Did you see the way he looked at Cassondra? He truly loves her."

"Poor girl. She never stood a chance. She' s just an orphan he took in. She should have known her place."

Someone near me took out their phone. A video started playing. The sound of a terrified horse. My horse. Comet.

The sound hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs all over again.

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Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! "Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?" Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles. Fuck! His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent tremor shot through my whole body. A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian." I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came. Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch. I cursed myself in my mind. He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad. "This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me." Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh God. His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch. And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey. He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force. That rhythm. Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth. "Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?" He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts. "Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?" My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him. A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat. "Good. so good." My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason. I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart. He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came. He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts. He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention. His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey. Fuck! My hips jerked upward without control. My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole. "I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian." -- I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-

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8.2

Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad

8.2

🔞 95% of the book has explicit contents, discretion advised. I loved Liam Stonovich for three years. He was my first, my last, my everything. When I heard he was going to propose, my heart soared. I went to his place, brimming with hope-only to have it all ripped apart. Liam was in the shower. With his ex. And the ring I thought was meant for me? It was on her finger. I wasn't his forever. I was his rebound. Shattered, I headed to the most elite sex club in L.A., just to have fun and forget about my heartbreak. That's where I met him-Shark, a.k.a. Michael Stone. A man whose presence alone screamed danger and sèx on legs. I gave him a lap dance, thinking it would be nothing more than a one-night fling. But I became his obsession, and he, my wet dreams. Then I learned the truth. Shark is Liam's father. I thought it was all going to end there, but the enemies attacked, and secrets unfurled, revealing who I truly am. Now caught in the web of the most dangerous men in the underworld, who's going to save me?

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7.2

Divorced And Pregnant: The Ex-Wife's Revenge

7.2

Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers. He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison. He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir. Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely. With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.

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9.1

Eighteen Broken Promises, One Way Out

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.

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My First Love, My Last Revenge

9.0

My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung up on me. Later, his stepmother put him on speakerphone so I could hear him laugh off our entire relationship. "Tell her it was just for fun," he said. "She shouldn't take it so seriously." Just for fun. The words shattered me. I got rid of our son, took the hush money, and vanished. The girl who loved him died that day. In her place, I became "Nine," a ruthless operative forged in betrayal. Now, five years later, an explosion has left me with "amnesia." When the police ask who will be my guardian, I point to the man who broke my world. "Him," I say with a shy smile. "He's the most handsome."

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Revenge Of The Fallen Omega

8.5

After Lila Stark, a wolfless Omega is rejected by her mate, the ruthless Billionaire Alpha Sebastian for crimes she didn't commit, her family is killed and she manages to escape death, forced to start afresh. Things don't go as planned for her when she's murdered by rogues but luckily for her, the moon goddess grants her another life and she's no longer the wolfless omega. She's back with a wolf and one mission. Now,Alpha Sebastian is in need of a bride to secure his inheritance, he launches a competition to select the most worthy female wolf to be his bride and Luna and Lila with a new face and name she enters his world once again becoming everything he wants in a bride. This time she's not the weak Omega he rejected but his perfect match and worst nightmare...

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