No Second Chances: her sweet counterattack
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"Listen, Hazel, i'm letting this slide, not because I tolerate you, but because I have someone waiting upstairs. If you know what's good for you, stay calm. And think about how to make Lisa comfortable. Do you hear me?"
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For two years, Hazel had paused her life and career, building a home for Felix. A home he never cared about.
But this time, she chose herself.
Watching her walk away was easy–but what wasn't so easy, was watching everything he thought he built crumble before his eyes.
No Second Chances: her sweet counterattack Chapter 1
It was already ten o'clock at night when Felix stumbled into the sitting room, his arm wrapped around a brunette's waist.
Hazel recognized the girl. Her name was Lisa, the girl her husband was deeply in love with, even after they got married. “Felix," she called.
Felix looked up at Hazel, his eyes suddenly lacking warmth. His jaw clenched, and he pulled Lisa even closer.
“Don't you have something to do?" he asked. Of course, that is what she was to him: a maid. One that cleans the house and cooks the food while he spends a all day in the company, trying to get back with his first love. He never cared about what she went through at the hands of his mom and sister.
In their eyes, Hazel was nothing but a gold digger, one who came into his life for the money. But they forgot that Felix had nothing when she agreed to marry him.
“What is she doing here?" Snapping herself out of her string of thoughts, Hazel's eyes traveled up to Lisa's face. The lady who had left him when he needed her the most.
All of a sudden, Lisa flinched like she had been struck. She held onto Felix's shirt like it was some life support.
“I told you this is a bad idea. I don't want you getting into a fight with your wife.” Her eyes turned glassy, and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Don't say nonsense. You're not going anywhere." Felix had spent a lot of time trying to get back with Lisa. He couldn't let Hazel ruin it. He turned her, his voice cold and commanding.
“Lisa is here to stay. If you're not okay with it, then you're more than welcome to leave.” He knew Hazel was nothing but a poor orphan trying to get into the laps of rich men for money. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have let her into his life.
He pulled Lisa even closer; her warm skin did magic to his head. He couldn't wait to have her again. With one more disgusting look, he spat at Hazel.
“Sleep in the guest room; Lisa and I will use the master's bedroom.”
Hazel felt her chest tighten, like a heavy weight was pressed against it.
"I am your wife. If anyone is using the guest room, then it should be her!" She struggled to say those words. She could endure every punishment and maltreatment, but not this.
Felix stopped mid-walk, eyes blazing.
“Just because we got married doesn't give you the right here. You stay in the guest room, or leave!” Bringing Hazel into his family was enough favor, and now she's trying to tell him what to do?
“Felix, don't fight for my sake. I'll sleep in the guest room," Lisa whispered, loud enough for Hazel to hear. Hazel couldn't help but applaud her acting skills. She's such a good actress, she thought to herself. After saying that, Lisa went up the stairs, leaving a fuming Felix and Hazel.
“What do you think you're doing?" He asked, taking slow steps towards her. Hazel didn't bother to grace him with a response; instead, she wrapped her hands around his neck, staring into his green eyes.
It's true when they say people change. When Lisa had left Felix, Hazel came into his life. She had always loved him, so she was determined to be his comfort. At that point in his life, he didn't seem to be offended. But when the company began to pick up, even a rag held much more value than Hazel had before him.
Hazel's eyes locked onto Felix's, her heart hammering in her chest. "I won't sit and watch you break our wedding vows," she said, her voice firm.
Felix sneered. "You think you're too good for me, don't you, Hazel? You think you can tell me what to do?"
Hazel shook her head, her eyes stinging with tears.
"Let's end this, Felix, let's get a divorce."
Felix's smile was slow and deliberate, like he had the power to decide her fate. "You're nothing without me, Hazel."
“I'm serious, Felix." Hazel's tone was firmer now, and for a moment, Felix thought he saw another side of her: cold and commanding. But then, he scoffed.
"Mind the way you talk to me. You don't realize how much I've helped you, do you? You're nothing but a poor, orphan girl who got lucky. Always remember that."
Saying that, he shoved her hands off of him and went upstairs to find Lisa.
Hazel watched him leave, her eyes glassy with tesrs, her fists clenched. She didn't stop until he was out of sight. Then she got up, wiped her tears, and left the house.
It was quite late, but she was able to find a taxi. As she sat in the back seat, she let her tears fall, while she sobbed uncontrollably.
It's not easy watching the home you tried to build for two years crumble because of one person.
“We're here, Ms," The taxi driver's voice made Hazel look up. A luxurious mansion stood a short distance away, tall and elegant.
She got down and paid the driver his fare. While he rode away, Hazel returned her attention to the Smiths' mansion, and a feeling of familiarity washed over her the longer she stared.
This is a home she grew up in. But to marry Felix, Hazel had hidden her identity as the Heiress of the Smith Group, pretending to be a homeless orphan. But not anymore. She will no longer be the homeless girl he knew. Without a word, she lifted her leg and went in.
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No Second Chances: her sweet counterattack of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
8.4
To keep her grandmother on life support, Aracely was blackmailed into taking Evelyn's place in the pitch-black bedroom of the ruthless billionaire, Brennen Levine.
After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her.
Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster.
Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill.
Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end.
But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped.
"Do not push me."
Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.
7.9
He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated."
"You're not?"
"No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night."
***
Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember.
He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits.
Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her.
She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything.
Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue.
His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection.
With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
**Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
9.6
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
