Mermaid's Plan for Revenge

After discovering her fated mate in the arms of another, Selene is shattered by a brutal rejection that strips her of her pack and dignity. Forced into exile, she flees the only life she knew to escape the shadow of her former lover's cruelty. However, the wilderness holds secrets that could change her destiny forever. As she navigates her new reality, Selene must find the strength to reclaim her worth and survive the dangers lurking in the dark.

I spent two years as the perfect, dutiful wife to Foster Baird. I was his unpaid PR consultant and his emotional punching bag, enduring his mother’s snide comments about my orphan background all for the sake of a "marriage" I thought was real. But when I went to the City Clerk’s office to replace a damaged document, the clerk looked at me with genuine pity. "There is no record of a marriage license for you and Foster Baird. Legally? You aren't married." The betrayal went even deeper. I returned to our penthouse to find Foster’s mistress on our sofa, alongside a five-year-old boy who shared Foster’s exact features. Foster hadn't just cheated; he had a secret family that predated our entire relationship. He had even bribed a doctor to lie to me about being infertile just to keep me docile and focused on his business. When the mistress moved into my guest wing the next day, Foster demanded I act as their hostess and serve them dinner. I watched them play happy family in the home I built, realizing I was never a wife—I was just "cheap labor" he intended to discard once his company stock stabilized. He thought I was a barren charity case with nowhere to go. He was wrong. That same afternoon, I received a call from the executor of the Arthur Kensington estate. I wasn't a nobody; I was the long-lost biological daughter and sole heir to a five-billion-dollar fortune. While Foster was busy planning my replacement, I was accessing the Kensington Trust. I didn't scream, and I didn't cry. I simply bought a fifty-million-dollar mansion and hired a team of forensic accountants to dismantle the Baird Group from the inside out. I crushed my old phone under my designer heel and looked at my new security detail. "Let's get to work," I said.

When the Donovan family falls, Willow is cornered by creditors. Her only savior is Cian Rourke, the man she once cast out, now the powerful Don of the Chicago Outfit. To clear her family's blood debt, she agrees to belong to him. Willow endures his cold humiliations with hollow obedience, shedding her pride. But when her debt is paid and she prepares to leave, Cian's icy composure shatters. Gripping her desperately, the ruthless Don demands to know why she no longer loves him.

A Nymphomist magic prodigy dies and awakens in a different world after her refusal to settle for an 'ugly' consort stalls her spiritual growth. In this new reality, she encounters a billionaire whose divine features are considered repulsive by local standards. While the man accuses her of chasing his fortune, the reincarnated elf is captivated by his perfection. She must now navigate this misunderstanding to claim her ideal partner and finally fulfill the Great Rite she once lacked.

While selling his girlfriend's camera on a secondhand marketplace, a man inadvertently uncovers a disturbing secret. After the sale, he receives messages from the buyer praising the quality of specific intimate photos left on the memory card. To his horror, the images reveal a side of his partner he never knew existed. When he attempts to clarify the mistake, the buyer's chilling response suggests this wasn't an isolated incident, but rather a recurring business arrangement.

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband skipped our celebration to comfort his fragile adopted sister. When I went to look for him in the middle of the night, I saw them intimately kissing in bed. "She is a spoiled heiress who cannot live without me. Let her wait." He scoffed to his sister, calling me a pathetic, clingy dog waiting for a scrap of attention. For three years, I gave up my career as a top surgeon and managed his estate like a compliant housewife. I swallowed my pride because my dying father desperately needed an experimental drug controlled by my husband's company. But when my father accidentally overheard how my husband humiliated me, the guilt gave him a severe heart attack. Waking up in the ICU, my father grabbed my hand and ordered me to divorce him. When I finally handed my husband the divorce papers on the street, he flew into a violent rage. "If you file these, I will cut off your father's medicine and leave you with nothing!" He threatened me, thinking I would drop to my knees and beg for his mercy. He didn't know that my personal trust fund was the only thing keeping his entire over-leveraged company from going bankrupt. I smiled calmly and executed the secret clause to instantly withdraw my two hundred million dollars. This time, I chose to burn his family's empire to the ground.