My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

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Alexander stormed back into the master bedroom. The rage was a physical thing now, a tight knot in his chest that made it hard to breathe. He snatched the divorce papers from the bed where he had discarded them.

He needed to read them. He needed to find the loophole, the mistake, the thing he could use to crush this rebellion. She couldn't just check out of their marriage like it was a hotel.

He scanned the document again, his eyes burning. He skipped the financial waivers. He looked for the cause.

Grounds for Divorce.

His eyes stopped. He blinked, thinking he had misread the elegant, looping handwriting.

Irreconcilable differences and Spousal Functional Dysfunction.

Alexander froze. The paper crinkled in his tightening grip.

Dysfunction? he whispered the word. It tasted like ash.

She was mocking him. She was implying... that?

He remembered the nights he had spent in this bed, turning his back to her. Not because he couldn't perform, but because he wouldn't. He had withheld himself as a form of loyalty to Scarlett, a twisted sort of chastity. And Evelyn-quiet, mousey Evelyn-was calling it dysfunction?

With a roar of frustration, Alexander grabbed a crystal vase from the nightstand and hurled it against the opposite wall. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards, raining down on the plush carpet.

Five miles away, on Fifth Avenue, the sun was breaking through the clouds.

Evelyn stood outside the flagship Chanel store. She wasn't wearing the trench coat anymore. It was draped over her arm. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans she had changed into in a Starbucks bathroom.

A woman with bright red hair and a smile that could stop traffic came running down the sidewalk. Sophie.

Evie! Sophie shrieked, ignoring the dignified stares of the Upper East Side shoppers. She threw her arms around Evelyn, squeezing tight. You actually did it? You gave him the papers?

Evelyn hugged her back, smelling Sophie's expensive perfume and the comforting scent of loyalty. She pulled away and smiled. She reached up and took off her glasses. She folded them and slipped them into her purse.

I did, Evelyn said. The world looked sharper, brighter. She didn't need the glasses; they were non-prescription, a prop she had adopted to look more like the studious, boring girl her stepmother wanted her to be.

Sophie gasped, staring at Evelyn's face. God, I forgot. I forgot how gorgeous you are without those things hiding your eyes. Those lashes are illegal, Evie.

Evelyn laughed. It felt rusty, but good.

So, what's the plan? Sophie asked, eyeing the Chanel display. Are we burning through his credit limit? Please tell me we are.

Evelyn shook her head, a small, secretive smile playing on her lips. No. I left his cards on the counter.

Sophie's jaw dropped. You what? Evie, you need resources! You can't start a war with empty pockets.

Evelyn reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek, matte black card. It wasn't an Amex. It was issued by a private Swiss bank, displaying no name, just a chip and a serial number.

I have resources, Evelyn said quietly. The Oracle's accounts have been dormant for three years. It's time to wake them up.

Sophie's eyes widened, then narrowed into a wicked grin. Oh. Oh, right. I always forget you're secretly richer than God. This is going to be fun.

Let's hurt him where it counts, Sophie said, linking her arm through Evelyn's. His ego.

They pushed through the glass doors of Chanel. The air conditioning was cool and smelled of leather and money.

Evelyn didn't look at the price tags. For three years, she had worn what she was told to wear. Beige. Grey. Modest.

She walked to a rack and pulled out a dress. It was emerald green, silk, with a back that plunged dangerously low.

The sales assistant hurried over, looking skeptical of Evelyn's jeans. Can I help you, Miss?

I'm trying this on, Evelyn said. And bring me the matching heels. Size seven.

Ten minutes later, Evelyn stepped out of the dressing room. The silk clung to her curves like a second skin. The green made her hazel eyes pop, turning them into pools of gold and forest.

The sales assistant's jaw dropped slightly. It... it was made for you, Miss.

I'll take it, Evelyn said. She handed over the matte black card.

The assistant hesitated, looking at the nameless card. I'm not sure if our system accepts...

Try it, Evelyn said confidently.

Beep. Approved.

They moved like a whirlwind. Jimmy Choo. Prada. Yves Saint Laurent.

At a high-end salon, Evelyn sat in the chair. Cut it, she told the stylist.

All of it? the stylist asked, holding her long, heavy hair.

All of it.

The scissors flashed. Locks of brown hair fell to the floor. When the chair spun around, Evelyn looked at herself. Her hair was now a sleek, sharp bob that framed her jawline. It made her neck look long and elegant.

The makeup artist applied a coat of bold, blood-red lipstick.

Evelyn stared at the mirror. The mouse was gone. The woman staring back looked dangerous.

In the boardroom of Vance Global, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Alexander sat at the head of the long mahogany table. Twelve board members were discussing the quarterly projections. Alexander was staring at a graph, but he wasn't seeing it. He was seeing the empty spot on his nightstand.

His phone, placed face up on the table, remained stubbornly silent.

He checked it. No notifications.

He frowned. Usually, Evelyn's supplementary card triggered alerts on his phone for every grocery run, every dry cleaning bill.

She had been gone for hours. Surely she needed to eat? To take a cab? To book a hotel?

He opened his banking app.

Supplementary Card Ending in 4098: Status - Inactive.

Last transaction: 3 days ago. Whole Foods. $45.00.

She wasn't spending his money.

A strange uneasiness crept up his spine. If she wasn't using his money, how was she surviving? Did she have a stash of cash? Was she begging friends?

Or... did she not need him at all?

The thought was intrusive and unwelcome.

Mr. Vance? The CFO cleared his throat. Regarding the acquisition...

Alexander snapped his head up. Proceed.

He shoved the phone into his pocket. He told himself he didn't care. If she wanted to starve on the streets of Manhattan to prove a point, let her. She would come crawling back when reality hit.

But as the meeting droned on, he couldn't shake the image of her cold, indifferent eyes in the kitchen.

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BLURB Zara Winterborn believed that marrying Adrian Leighhton was a dream come true and the best thing that had ever happened to her broken childhood. Instead, it tied her to a man whose love hid a dark truth that burned her to ashes. She overhears a phone call on their honeymoon that shatters her whole world. The love of her life is already married. Feeling betrayed and desperate after learning she's pregnant, she makes some unthinkable decisions. She fakes an abortion, fakes a miscarriage, and disappears from her old life. Five years later, she returns as a renowned architect. Not as Zara but Aria Sterling with a secret daughter. Adrian sees her at a gala and his regret transforms into obsession as he hires investigators to dig deeper. He will tear everything down, even his empire and his blood just to win her forgiveness again. But Adrian isn't the only one who becomes obsessed with her. Even Damien, the stranger who helped her disappear to punish her, has his own plans and wants to use Zara as a weapon for revenge. As secrets of stolen embryos, hidden mothers, children, unknown siblings, and bloodlines twisted by lies, come to light, Zara must choose. Does she stick with Damien and destroy Adrian forever or does she forgive Adrian and let him into their lives? She vanished before. Can she disappear again when things get tough?

Action Mystery Romance

9.6

FANGS OF VENGEANCE: A WOLF'S REVENGE

9.6

Ravenna was betrayed by her mate, Ronan, the Alpha heir of the Bloodmoon Pack. She was left to die, but instead she survived and now returns to the Bloodmoon Academy with a new face, new identity, a sharpened will and she lives for vengeance. As she weaved through the Academy, with her charm and beauty she caught the attention of three men that holds a part of a past and future. A powerful prince. A charming traitor. A merciless sorcerer. Now, she must decide what is worth saving and what's to be destroyed as the thin line between duty and desire begins to blur out.

Action Vampire Werewolf

9.0

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

9.0

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

My Husband Wanted My Kidney

9.6

Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live. No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife. Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes. Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life. **** There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes. "Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend. "Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

Reborn Heiress: My Ruthless Tycoon’s Revenge

9.3

I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph. "Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger. The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash. I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black. Then, I was screaming. I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen—smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate. I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me.

Action Billionaire Romance

8.3

Step Daddy's Naughty Girl

8.3

I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit. I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth. Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous. A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed. Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become.

Action Billionaire Modern

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

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