Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day
I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end.
My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him for his birthday. He wasn't alone; my best friend, Chloe, followed him into the room, wearing the vintage Givenchy dress I had saved for our anniversary gala.
Jordan didn't look like a grieving man; he looked bored as he held up a blue folder confirming that my family's offshore trust had finally cleared. Chloe giggled, leaning over me to ask if I finally realized it was the engagement wine she had spiked seven days ago. Jordan brushed a cold hand over my forehead, calling me a "perfect little asset" before pulling Chloe into a hungry kiss right over my dying body. To ensure there was no turning back, he pulled out a silver lighter and set my living will on fire, watching the only document that could have saved me turn to ash.
I tried to scream, to curse them both to hell for stealing my life and my legacy, but all that came out was a wet, rattling wheeze. My own father, I would later learn, had known about the takeover and chose the profit over his own daughter's life.
As the darkness swallowed me whole, I made a silent, desperate promise: if there was anything after this, I would come back and destroy every single one of them.
I gasped, my body jerking upright as air rushed into my lungs like liquid fire.
I wasn't in Switzerland, and there was no poison in my veins. I was back in my Manhattan bedroom, staring at a phone that read June 12—the morning of the wedding, the day I was supposed to die, and the day I decided to burn their world to the ground.
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Chapter 2
Kane set the tray down on the bedside table. He moved slowly, telegraphing every motion, like Aria was a startled animal he didn't want to spook.
"Coffee," he said. "Soy milk. Two sugars."
Aria looked at the mug. Then she looked at his hands.
She had never noticed his hands before. Not really. She saw the ring she put there, but she never saw the skin. There was a thick, rough patch of skin between his thumb and index finger. A callus. It looked out of place on a man whose supposed life of leisure consisted of reading and going to the gym. It was hard, worn skin. The kind you got from repetitive, forceful work. A tool, or... something else. Aria's mind snagged on the detail, unable to place it, but a new kind of alarm bell, quiet and deep, began to ring.
Aria didn't drink the coffee. She couldn't. The phantom taste of bitter almonds was still coating her tongue.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't come closer. He stayed by the bed, giving her space.
Before Aria could answer, the main door to the bedroom opened.
"Good morning, Mrs. Daniels!"
Bella. Their maid. Or rather, the spy Chloe had planted in Aria's house two years ago.
She bustled in, carrying a garment bag that Aria knew contained her gala dress. She was smiling, that bright, customer-service smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"You look a little pale," Bella said, hanging the dress on the hook. She turned to Aria, her eyes scanning Aria's face. "Did you take your vitamins yet? I put them out on the counter."
The vitamins. The slow-acting poison that had weakened Aria for months before the final dose.
Rage, hot and blinding, flooded Aria's system. It replaced the fear.
"Where were you last night, Bella?" Aria asked. Her voice was raspy, but steady.
Bella blinked. "I... I went home, ma'am. Like always."
"Liar."
Aria walked over to the nightstand and picked up her iPad. She didn't even turn it on. She just held it.
"The building logs show you didn't leave until 3:00 AM. And you didn't use the service elevator. You used the guest lift. Who were you meeting on the 40th floor?"
There was no one on the 40th floor except an empty unit owned by the Sloan family trust.
Bella's face went slack. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're fired," Aria said. "Get out. Now. Leave your key card on the dresser."
"You can't-" Bella looked at Kane. "Mr. Holt, she's not making sense."
Aria looked at Kane too.
He didn't look confused. He didn't ask Aria why she was firing their staff on the morning of the biggest day of her life.
He just took one step to the right.
It was a small movement, but it completely blocked Bella's path to Aria. He crossed his arms. His biceps bulged against the cotton of his shirt. He stared at Bella with eyes that were completely dead of emotion.
"You heard her," Kane said.
Bella flinched. She looked from him to Aria, realized she had lost whatever game she was playing, and threw the key card on the floor. She stormed out, slamming the door.
The silence returned.
Aria walked to the garment bag. She unzipped it. The white lace dress, worth fifty thousand dollars, shimmered in the light. It was the dress Jordan had picked out. He liked Aria in white. He said it made her look innocent.
Aria walked to the desk and grabbed the heavy fabric shears.
Kane watched her. He didn't move to stop her. He leaned back against the wall, one eyebrow raised.
Aria took the lace straps of the bodice in her hand and squeezed the shears. The sound of expensive fabric tearing was the most satisfying thing she had heard all morning.
Snip. Rip.
She destroyed the bodice. She cut until the dress was strapless, jagged, and ruined.
She dropped the scissors. They clattered on the floor.
"If I wanted to burn this city to the ground today," Aria said, turning to face him. "Would you help me?"
Kane looked at the ruined dress, then at Aria's face. He didn't blink.
"Is that in my job description?" he asked. His tone was dry, almost bored.
Aria walked up to him. She was close enough to smell his soap. Sandalwood and something sharp, like metal. She reached up and fixed the collar of his t-shirt. Her fingers brushed his neck. His pulse was slow. Steady.
"You're my husband, Kane," Aria whispered. "Your job is to be on my side."
His muscles rippled under her touch. He went rigid for a second, then relaxed. His eyes darkened.
"Honey, could you get the car ready?" Aria asked, her voice softer now, a careful performance. "Not the limo. The Maybach. I have an errand to run before all the chaos starts."
"Where are we going? The church?"
"No," Aria said. "The security center."
Kane studied her for another second. Then the corner of his mouth twitched upward. It wasn't a smile. It was an acknowledgment.
"Five minutes," he said.
He turned and walked out.
Aria went to the safe in the closet. She punched in the code. She took out the digital recorder she now knew she needed, the one she had seen in her nightmares.
She stripped off her pajamas. She didn't put on the white dress. She put on a white suit. Sharp shoulders. wide legs.
She looked in the mirror and applied a coat of blood-red lipstick.
Downstairs, inside the black Maybach, Kane tapped a message into a phone that looked like a brick.
Target is awake. Status changed.
Aria opened the passenger door and slid in. The lock clicked shut.
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.7
Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate.
I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo.
The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives.
My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked.
To her, I was finally being disposed of.
She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left.
She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex.
"She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds.
They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter.
They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back.
But they made a fatal mistake.
With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon.
I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him.
And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner.
He will be my vengeance.
8.4
When Aelira Moonwyn returns to Silverpine Estate after years of exile, she comes back stronger, colder, and determined never to be hurt again.
Once, she loved Alpha Kael Blackthorn with her whole heart.
Once, she believed she was his destined mate.
But the night he rejected her in front of the entire Silverpine Pack, her world shattered-and the girl she used to be died with it.
Now fate has forced them together again.
The proud Alpha who cast her aside is no longer untouchable.
Dark secrets surround his rule.
Enemies move in the shadows.
And the mate he rejected may be the only one powerful enough to save everything he swore to protect.
Aelira wants revenge, not love.
Kael wants forgiveness he may never deserve.
But as danger, betrayal, and forbidden desire pull them closer, a hidden power awakens inside Aelira-one tied to an ancient prophecy that could either protect the pack... or destroy it forever.
In a world ruled by strength, pride, and destiny, hearts are the most dangerous battlefield of all.
Will Aelira claim her revenge...
or risk everything for a second chance with the Alpha who broke her?
7.3
I was the perfect wife.
For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs.
And how did Victor Hale repay me?
He stole my womb.
He stole my daughter.
He stole my freedom.
That was the day Aurora Hale died.
Now I live as Rhea Ashford - and I want blood.
One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother.
One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin.
When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me.
It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon.
But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own.
And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him-
Or if he's already claimed me as his.
TW: This story is intended for 18+ mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content (including kink, elements of BDSM dynamics), strong language, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY
7.5
For seven years, I was known as the "Caged Canary"—the orphan ward of the ruthless Don, Autry Villarreal. I wore his silver star necklace like a dog tag, mistaking his cold control for protection.
Then came the breaking news alert that shattered my world: Autry was marrying Cassie Turner to end a decade-long turf war.
He didn't just break my heart; he let her destroy my home. When Cassie ordered a bulldozer to rip up the rose garden my deceased father had planted, Autry stood on the patio and watched. He chose political strategy over my only living memory of my parents.
"It is necessary," he told me, handing me a briefcase full of cash to disappear. "This saves lives."
I realized then that he wasn't my protector; he was my jailer. I left the money, discarded his necklace, and vanished into the night.
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his ward, but as J.B., a Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer with a diamond ring on my finger from a man who actually cherished me.
Autry didn't handle my freedom well. He cornered me in a car, staging a paparazzi photo to look like a passionate embrace, desperate to ruin my engagement.
"I destroyed Cassie for you," he claimed, revealing he had leaked his own ex-fiancée's crimes to clear my name. "I cleaned the slate. I can give you the world now."
He expected gratitude. He expected me to fall back into his arms.
I looked him dead in the eye and posted a selfie with my fiancé instead.
"I don't want your world, Autry. I'm done living in the dark."
9.3
"Say it," he growled, pressing her against the cold marble wall. "Tell me why your body trembles every time I get closer to you,or is there something you are hiding from me?"
Daniel's breath hitched...no, not Daniel. Irene, who is now trapped in the body of Annabelle Hale, disguised as a man in a world where women are not being respected by their men.
Ruthless Prince Arthur, the next Alpha king was not supposed to crave her even now that she is disguised as a man
He shouldn't touch her.
He shouldn't look at her like she was the only spark in his cold, violent world.
But he did.
And she,an award-winning chef from the 21st century, independent and elegant, living in her own world of comfort , was supposed to fear and become invisible to him until she figured out how to get back to the future and not fall for him,or melt every time his voice dipped into a dangerous whisper.
She only wanted a way home...but he wanted to own her lies, her secrets... her heart.
Will she ever be free from this body that is not hers?
Will her secret be discovered by the prince?
Will she be able to go back to her world or remain in the past?