My lover's revenge after my death
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather.
He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge.
He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him.
He framed my father as a rat.
He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind.
He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever.
To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster.
"She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"
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Chapter 2
That night, my soul was pulled by an unseen force, inexplicably tethered to Lev.
I materialized in the corner of his penthouse overlooking the Chicago skyline.
City lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting fractured shadows across the sterile apartment. It was a world away from the warm, chaotic, garlic-scented kitchen of the Moretti estate where we used to hide.
Katya was waiting for him on a white leather sofa. She was the niece of Sergei Tarasov, the boss of the Russian Bratva, and Lev’s new fiancée.
Katya possessed everything I lacked.
She was tall, blonde, and utterly ruthless, raised from the cradle in a blood-soaked mob family. She didn't fear violence; she reveled in it.
When Lev walked in, looking thoroughly exhausted, Katya practically pounced on him.
"Lev, darling," she purred, tracing his jawline. "You look terrible. Did that old Italian give you a headache?"
Lev poured himself a neat whiskey, ignoring her touch. "Vincenzo is stubborn. It's a genetic defect in his bloodline."
Katya rolled her eyes and walked over to the coffee table.
She picked up a velvet jewelry box and handed it to him. "I brought you a gift to celebrate taking over the South Side. A custom platinum money clip. I noticed you always keep that filthy, beat-up Zippo in your breast pocket—it ruins the lines of your suits. It's time for an upgrade."
Lev’s expression instantly darkened.
His hand instinctively shot to his chest, his fingers brushing the fabric right over his heart, feeling the hard outline of the silver lighter.
It was the only thing I had ever given him.
Five and a half years ago.
Back then, Leo was just a street soldier working for my father, and I was the untouchable Mafia princess.
We had been seeing each other in secret for months.
On his twenty-first birthday, I pooled together my allowance and bought him a solid silver Zippo.
Too terrified to let a jeweler see my name next to his, I bought a metal engraving kit and did it myself.
I stayed up all night in my bedroom, squinting under the desk lamp, meticulously carving his name into the metal,
right next to a tiny, crooked little star.
By the time I finished, my fingers were blistered and bleeding.
When I snuck into the greenhouse to hand it to him, exhausted and sporting heavy bags under my eyes, he looked at that lighter like it was the Holy Grail.
He pulled me into the shadows, cupping my face with his rough hands, and kissed the dark circles under my eyes.
"Clara, you shouldn't have worn yourself out for me," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm a nobody. You don't owe me a damn thing."
"I wanted to," I replied, resting my head against his chest. "I want you to carry a piece of me wherever you go."
Back in the penthouse, Katya tried to reach into Lev’s pocket to fish out the lighter.
Lev suddenly seized her wrist with a sudden, terrifying ferocity.
"Don't touch it," Lev warned, his voice dropping to a deadly, glacial whisper.
Katya yanked her hand back, rubbing her wrist, her bruised ego flaring. "Why do you even keep that piece of junk? It’s broken, yet you guard it like it's a holy relic."
Lev pulled the lighter from his pocket.
His thumb gently stroked the crooked lettering I had engraved.
Watching him, I realized he was trembling. The impenetrable mask of the ruthless mob boss cracked—if only by a millimeter—revealing the broken boy underneath.
"I keep it because I hate it," Lev stated, his face blank. "I keep it to remind myself of a lesson I had to learn the hard way."
"What lesson?" Katya asked.
"That love is a liability," Lev said softly. "I used to be their dog. And the only person I trusted... the woman who gave this to me... when The Commission came for my head, she called me a beggar and threw me to the wolves."
"She betrayed me. She abandoned me."
He gripped the lighter so hard his knuckles turned stark white.
"I keep it to keep the hate alive. Every time I touch it, I remember how she humiliated me. How she told me I was worth absolutely nothing."
I collapsed onto the Persian rug, clutching my stomach as if I’d been gutted.
"I had to do it, Leo."
I sobbed, knowing full well he couldn't hear me.
"If they knew I loved you, they would have tortured you to get to my father, then made him execute you himself. If I didn't break your heart, you would have stayed and died."
"I had to make you hate me so you would survive."
"Who is she?" Katya snapped, a flash of psychotic jealousy in her eyes. "Give me a name, Lev. I'll send my hitters. We’ll skin her alive."
Lev snapped the lighter shut and pressed it back over his heart.
"No. No one touches her but me. I don't want her dead. I want her to suffer. I’m going to bleed her family dry until she has no choice but to crawl out of whatever rat hole she’s hiding in."
"And when she begs me to spare their lives... I will utterly destroy her."
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9.0
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"Don't pretend you don't want this too." He said, rubbing his thumb at her hard nipples threatening to tear out of her dress, his eyes watching as her body responded to him. He held her neck in the most seductive way and pinned her against the wall.
His hand went up under her black dress tracing her skin in a calculated path, as his fingers touched her already soaked pants, Amelia let out a soft moan and pulled him closer with a kiss.
***
Amelia found herself getting married to her ex-fiancé's brother, it was an almost perfect revenge. Only to find herself wrapped deeper in the evil hands of the brothers. Would she ever be able to get her revenge and find her true love?
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8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
7.2
"I made you cum three times in one night and how did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years.
Now that I've found you, Diana, there's no escaping me."
~~~DIANA~~~
My wedding happened just a few hours ago when I caught my husband in bed, smashing his boss to raise money for our honeymoon.
I got drunk, broke, and angry-then I got kidnapped.
I woke up in a stranger's house in Vegas.
Cairo Arsher's mansion.
He is rich, too handsome for my sanity and dangerously tempting.
But before I could call the cops on him, he took my hand, kissed it softly, and claimed I'm the woman he fell in love with four years ago-
the one who ran away and left him a newborn.
And now he's vowed to never let me go.
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9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
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7.4
My fiancé Javen sent me to a yacht in the middle of a New York storm to finalize a high-stakes merger with Alfonse Wolfe, a billionaire rumored to have ice water in his veins. I did it for "us," shivering in a soaked evening gown and cutting my hand on broken glass just to get the signature that would save Javen’s company.
But when I rushed back to the Doyle estate, the manor was blazing with lights for an unannounced engagement party. Javen wasn't waiting for me with open arms; he was standing on the dance floor with Blossom Vega, the daughter of his biggest competitor, announcing their union to the elite of New York.
When I stepped forward, dripping blood and water onto the marble floor, Javen didn't try to protect me. He looked at me with pure disgust and told the gathered press that I was a "charity case" suffering from mental delusions. His mother laughed while calling me a cockroach, and his father claimed my family’s lost fortune was a hallucination. To ensure my silence, Javen leaned in and whispered that he would pull the plug on my disabled brother’s life-saving medical care if I didn't disappear.
I was hauled away by security and locked in a dark storage room like a stain on his perfect evening. I lay there in the dust, unable to process how twelve years of love could be a calculated lie. How could the man I was supposed to marry use my brother’s breath as a bargaining chip after I had just sacrificed everything to save him?
I escaped through a second-story window and went straight to the only predator powerful enough to tear the Doyles apart: Alfonse Wolfe. I didn't just ask for sanctuary; I demanded a marriage license to unlock my mother’s secret trust and protect my brother. Standing in a high-security vault as the new Mrs. Wolfe, I discovered a truth that changed the game. I didn’t just have the money to ruin Javen; the deed in my hand proved I now owned the very land beneath Alfonse’s mansion.
"I’m not the prey anymore," I whispered, watching the Doyle stock plummet on my phone. "I'm the hunter."
7.1
For four years, I was the invisible baker's daughter who memorized Dante Vitiello’s routine. I baked stomach-friendly meals for the Underboss of New York, ensuring his ulcer didn't kill him, all while loving him from the shadows.
But when I collapsed from exhaustion in his gym, he didn't help me. He looked at me with pure revulsion and asked his guard:
"Is she dead? Call pest control."
To him, I wasn't a girl; I was a stain that smelled of "grease and desperation."
When the Capo’s daughter framed me for stealing family secrets, Dante knew the truth. Yet, he stood silent. He didn't defend me.
Instead, he handed me a scholarship check—hush money to exile me from the city, sacrificing my reputation to protect his political alliances.
I took the money, not out of gratitude, but out of spite. I burned every sketch, every note, and every shred of the girl who had foolishly loved a monster. I realized I was just a disposable extra in his story.
Five years later, I returned as a ruthless top-tier lawyer, engaged to a safe, clean man. Dante, now the Don, cornered me at a gala, looking at me with a desperate hunger he’d never shown before.
"I broke you to save you," he claimed, his voice rough with regret.
I pulled away and smiled, cold and unyielding.
"You didn't save me, Dante. You burned the only person who ever truly loved you. And she’s never coming back."