My Death, His Ultimate Downfall
For a decade, I was the perfect wife to tech mogul Carson Jarvis. I cleaned up every scandal and endured every affair, trapped by my father's "poison pill" inheritance clause that would leave me with nothing if I divorced him.
His latest mistress was pregnant, but that wasn't what finally broke me. It was when he shut down our mansion's power grid for their tryst-and turned off my grandmother's life support.
He murdered her.
At a charity auction days later, he paraded his new love while she announced her pregnancy. When I confronted her for stealing my money, Carson watched as his guards broke my arm, leaving me bleeding on the floor while he comforted her.
He thought I was his unbreakable wife, a possession with nowhere else to go. He expected me to clean up this mess, just like all the others.
He was wrong. As I watched him shield her during the chaos of an explosion I secretly arranged, I knew my old life was over.
Tonight, the world would learn of my death. And with it, Carson Jarvis would lose everything.
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Chapter 3
Amelie POV:
The auction continued, each item a blur of opulence and indifference. I raised my paddle half-heartedly for a few pieces of art, just to keep up appearances. Karin, however, seemed to enjoy the sport of it. Every time I bid, she would immediately outbid me, her sweet smile never faltering. I stopped bidding entirely, letting a numb silence define my presence. Carson, of course, indulged her every whim, throwing money around like confetti, his eyes still shining with the news of his impending fatherhood.
Then, the final piece of the night was wheeled onto the stage. A small, tarnished silver locket, nestled on a velvet cushion.
My breath hitched. My face went cold, then hot, then utterly bloodless. It was Mama's locket. The one she' d lost years ago, the one I' d been searching for, praying for. The one that held the only picture of her and me together.
The auctioneer' s voice droned, "Starting bid, five hundred dollars." Five hundred dollars for my mother's last tangible memory. It felt like a punch to the gut.
Without thinking, I shot up from my seat, my paddle held high. "Five hundred thousand!" My voice, sharp and clear, cut through the hushed hall.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Carson, momentarily startled, turned to me. Karin, however, merely giggled.
"Oh, Mrs. Jarvis," she purred, her paddle raised. "Six hundred thousand." She turned to me, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face. "Is this what Carson gives you to play with, Mrs. Jarvis? Little trinkets?" She then snuggled into Carson' s side, feigning a shiver. "Carson, darling, Mrs. Jarvis looks so fierce. I'm scared." She looked back at me, her smile hardening. "Carson bought me a beautiful diamond necklace today. A reward for carrying his heir. This old thing? It looks like a teething toy for the baby. But if you want it, go ahead. I'll let you have this one. I have your husband, after all."
I ignored her, my eyes fixed on the locket, my heart hammering against my ribs. "One million dollars," I stated, my voice shaking with a fury I hadn't felt in years.
"Amelie, that's enough," Carson' s voice cut in, sharp and dismissive. He reached for my arm. "It's just an old locket. I'll buy you a new one. A better one. Ten better ones."
I ripped my arm away, my gaze burning into his. "It's my mother's! It' s all I have left of her!" My voice cracked, raw with a pain I had kept buried for so long. "Please, Carson. Just let me have this. After everything. After what you' ve put me through. After my grandmother..." My voice trailed off, a silent plea.
He just stared at me, his face unreadable. That cold, calculating look I knew so well.
"Two million dollars!" I practically screamed, my paddle trembling in my hand. It was every cent I had left in my private accounts, money I had saved over years, quietly siphoning it away for my escape. This was it. Everything.
The auctioneer looked from me to Carson, then back. "Two million, going once..."
My chest tightened, a vise grip of dread squeezing the air from my lungs. I had nothing left.
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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.
7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
It might break us.
9.5
After months of tearing the continent apart, I finally found her. Covered in mud and blood, raw from the river, I was a monster, a ghost. Across the street, June looked peaceful, utterly unaware.
Then, a man stepped out, shielding her with an umbrella, his arm a casual, possessive claim. My heart stopped.
I unleashed my Alpha aura; June shivered, thinking it a cold snap. Frankie turned, a mocking smile in his eyes. He knew.
Marcus broke ribs restraining my rage as June and Frankie drove away, taking the only light in my miserable world.
The 'Tabula Rasa' spell hadn't just erased her memory; it rewired her soul, making her immune to our mate bond. She saw an ordinary stranger. Her scent gone, preferences changed. Agony shredded my mind; my power useless.
My magic failed, but I had other weapons. "Buy the street. Buy the shop. Buy every property within five miles. Suffocate them with cash," I commanded. Tomorrow, I'd be Bren, a bankrupt man seeking solace, ready to reclaim what was mine.
8.1
My sister, the pack's beloved future Luna, was dying of kidney failure.
Axel, the Supreme Alpha and the man I had secretly loved my entire life, used his Alpha Command to force the pen into my trembling hand.
"Sign the papers, Jana," he growled, his eyes glowing with a predatory red light. "Stop being selfish. Kyleigh needs a transplant, and you are the only match."
I tried to beg. I tried to tell him that I couldn't survive the surgery.
I tried to tell him that I had already secretly donated a kidney to our father five years ago—a sacrifice my sister had claimed credit for.
But Axel threw a stack of falsified medical scans in my face.
"Stop lying to save your own skin," he spat. "You are a useless, Wolfless Omega. This is your only chance to be of value to this pack."
He didn't know that Kyleigh had been poisoning me with Wolfsbane for a decade to suppress my inner White Wolf.
He didn't know that the anesthesia wouldn't work on my poisoned body.
I felt every inch of the silver scalpel as they cut me open to harvest my only remaining kidney.
I died on that table, listening to the man I loved call me dramatic.
But death was not the end. My spirit floated above the chaos, watching as the surgeon's face turned pale with horror.
"She only had one!" the doctor screamed, holding up the blackened organ. "Alpha, look at the old scars! We just killed her!"
Only after my heart stopped did the scent-masking drugs fade.
Axel fell to his knees in the blood-soaked room, finally smelling the scent of rain and pine he had been searching for his whole life.
He realized he had just butchered his true mate to save a liar.
"Jana?" he howled, clawing at his chest.
But I was already gone.
8.1
Six years ago, I stole from a stranger.
I was desperate, broken, and trying to save the only family I had left.
I never expected that stranger to be a billionaire.
Or that one reckless night would bind our lives forever.
Now he's back-powerful, haunted, and dangerous.
He doesn't remember me... but he remembers the theft.
I work in his hotel.
He signs my paychecks.
And the secret I've carried for six years could destroy us both.
He wants answers. I want redemption.
But when desire burns hotter than guilt, and the past refuses to stay buried, loving him might cost me everything, including the truth he deserves.
7.7
During a college retreat, we hosted a storytelling competition.
They just kept egging me on, completely oblivious to the terrifying disaster it would invite.
I said, "The story I'm about to tell is a curse."
"Everyone who has ever heard this story has died."
"Are you sure you want to hear it?"