Reborn Heiress: My Ruthless Tycoon’s Revenge
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.
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Chapter 10
The grip was iron. It crushed her windpipe, cutting off air instantly.
Athena didn't struggle. She didn't claw at his hands.
She looked into his eyes. They were the eyes of a wounded animal fighting for survival.
"Caesar," she rasped. Her vision began to spot with black dots. She reached up and gently cupped his cheek. "It's me. Athena."
The name cut through the fog of poison.
Caesar's pupils contracted. He blinked, seeing the woman in front of him. Seeing his hand on her throat.
He let go as if he had been burned.
Athena collapsed to the floor, coughing violently, dragging air into her starving lungs.
Caesar stared at his hands. Then he looked at the bruising already forming on her white neck in the shape of his fingers. Horror washed over his face.
"Heart rate is stabilizing," Dr. Vance whispered, staring at the monitor in disbelief. "The toxin levels are crashing. It's... impossible."
He turned to Athena. "What did you give him?"
"An experimental counter-agent," Athena said, her voice wrecked. "My mother was a biologist. She developed it to neutralize a similar neurotoxin."
Vance looked at the needles still sticking out of his boss's chest. "That wasn't tea."
"Leave us," Caesar croaked.
"Sir, you need monitoring-"
"OUT!"
Vance and Derik retreated. Derik cast one last look at Athena-a look of newfound respect.
The door clicked shut.
Caesar slumped back against the pillows. He looked at Athena, who was still sitting on the floor.
"You know medicine," he said. It wasn't a question.
Athena stood up, her legs shaky. "My mother was a biologist. I read her notes."
"You saved me." Caesar reached out, his fingers hovering near her neck but not touching. He was afraid to touch her again. "Does it hurt?"
"No," she lied. "As long as you are alive."
She sat on the edge of the bed. Caesar watched her. The exhaustion was pulling him under, but he fought it.
"Don't go," he mumbled, his eyes drooping.
"I won't."
Athena stayed until his breathing evened out into deep sleep. She checked his pulse one last time. Strong.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stepped out into the hallway to answer.
Godfrey's voice, slurred with alcohol and thick with pain, crackled through the phone. "You bitch! You think breaking my wrist ends this? I'm selling your mother's research. The patents. Everything in the storage unit goes to the highest bidder tomorrow morning!"
Athena went cold. Her mother's research. The only thing that could permanently cure Caesar.
"You touch that box," she whispered, "and I will bury you."
"Bring cash, or bring a lawyer. I don't care."
The line went dead.
Athena lowered the phone. She couldn't stay here tonight. She had to secure the legacy.
Derik was standing at the end of the hall. He looked at the bruises on her neck.
"Ma'am?"
"He's not stable. The attack will come back," Athena said, her voice steel. "I need to get something from my parents' house-my mother's research. It's the only way to create a permanent cure."
Derik's gaze flickered from the ugly marks on her neck to the closed medical bay door. Protecting the Master was his only directive. And right now, she was the only one who could do that.
"Prepare the car," Athena commanded.
"I'll drive," he said, his voice firm.
He was no longer just the security guard. He was her ally.
Athena walked toward the elevator. The night wasn't over. The war had just begun.
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7.4
I sacrificed the wolf core to save my beloved.
To avoid being overwhelmed by guilt, I chose to leave and silently wait for death in a corner of the human world.
But even after he became the alpha of the wolf pack, he still went to great lengths to marry me. After we got married, he flaunted his mistress in front of me every day, trying to provoke me and get revenge.
But he didn't know that I was about to die.
Darling, I'm dying.
7.9
For three years, Allison played the perfect First Lady in a marriage that never gave her love back.
Nolan handed her divorce papers, sneering at her background while his mother mocked her as barren and his pregnant mistress claimed her place. So Allison walked away.
On the very day she left him, the royal family reclaimed her as their lost princess.
Crown, fortune, power, three terrifying brothers, and a handpicked royal consort now stood at her side.
Her eldest brother-the world's most feared arms dealer-pushed a black card across the table. "Go on. Spend whatever you like."
Her second brother-the genius doctor-twirled a scalpel between his fingers. "Tell me, sis. How many cuts do the ones who hurt you deserve?"
Her third brother-a global martial arts superstar-stormed into her ex-husband's lair. "Who made my sister cry? Time to face the music."
When her regretful ex begged for another chance, Allison only smiled.
It was too late. She was no longer his wife. She was his worst mistake.
9.0
For Her Sake
9.0
Kelvin held her wrist and pulled her into a room in the hotel. "What are you doing?" Amelia asked, trying to tug at him.
"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?
Explore a tale of romance, suspense, treachery, and love. The fascinating novel 'For Her Sake' will have you reading until the very last page.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
9.8
When Dawn Collins agrees to marry a stranger, love is the last thing on her mind.
All she wants is to protect her siblings and give them a better life. But fate leads her into the arms of Adam Manchester-a man whose heart belongs to a wife lying in a coma.
As Dawn slowly melts the ice around Adam's heart, she begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, love can bloom from sacrifice.
But on the night she's ready to claim her happiness, Adam's wife wakes up.
Now, caught between guilt, love, and heartbreak, Dawn must decide whether to fight for the man she's grown to love... or walk away from the life she risked everything to build.
Because some hearts never let go-and some love stories were never meant to have an easy ending.
9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."