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 3
The Maybach glided to a halt at the service entrance of The Plaza Hotel. The tinted windows turned the bright afternoon sun into a dull gray gloom.
"The paparazzi are swarming the front," Kane said. He didn't look at Aria. He was watching the mirrors, his eyes darting back and forth.
"Good," Aria said. "Let them wait."
Aria touched the earpiece in her right ear. "I need the security feed for the VIP suite. The Penthouse level."
Kane looked at Aria then. "You want me to hack the hotel?"
"I want you to do what you do when you think I'm asleep," Aria said. "Don't pretend, Kane. We don't have time."
He held Aria's gaze for a second, assessing. Then he nodded. He pulled a laptop from under his seat. His fingers flew across the keyboard. It wasn't the typing of a layman. It was a blur.
"I need physical access to the server room to bypass the hardline encryption," he said. "Third floor."
"Go," Aria said. "I'll handle the board."
Kane got out of the car. He didn't walk like a driver. He moved like a ghost. He slipped through the service door and vanished into the shadows of the corridor.
Aria took a breath. The nausea was rising again, a reminder that her timeline was physical, not just strategic. She pushed the door open and stepped onto the red carpet of the back hallway.
Three members of the Hubbard-Daniels board were standing near the kitchen entrance, looking lost.
"Gentlemen," Aria said, flashing a smile that felt like baring teeth.
"Aria!" Mr. Henderson, the CFO, looked relieved. "We were told the ceremony was delayed. Is everything alright?"
"Everything is perfect," Aria lied. "But before we start, I have a merger demonstration. A surprise. It's upstairs in the VIP suite. You need to see this."
Greed is a powerful motivator. They followed Aria without question.
They took the elevator to the penthouse. As the numbers climbed, Aria texted the reporter she had tipped off an hour ago. Now.
The elevator pinged. They stepped out.
Aria stood in front of the double mahogany doors of Suite 1001. Her hand hovered over the brass handle. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, but her hand was rock steady.
"This," Aria said to the board members, "is the future of our company."
In her earpiece, Kane's voice crackled. "You're live. Main ballroom screen is overridden. Audio is hot."
Aria threw the doors open.
The scene inside was a cliché, but clichés are effective for a reason.
Jordan was on the bed. Chloe was straddling him. They were half-naked, a tangle of limbs and expensive sheets. A bottle of champagne lay overturned on the floor, soaking into the carpet.
Chloe screamed. It was a high, piercing shriek. She scrambled for a sheet, pulling it up to her neck.
Jordan rolled off the bed, tripping over his own pants. He crashed into a side table, sending a lamp smashing to the floor.
"What the-" Jordan stared at them. Then he saw the board members. His face drained of color.
Behind Aria, cameras flashed. The reporter had slipped in with the board.
Aria didn't yell. She didn't cry. She just watched.
"Is this the merger strategy?" Aria asked, her voice calm.
Downstairs, in the grand ballroom, five hundred guests were watching this on a forty-foot LED screen. Aria could imagine the collective gasp.
Jordan scrambled to his feet, holding a pillow over his crotch. "Aria! Aria, wait! This isn't-"
"Isn't what?" Aria held up her tablet. "A violation of the morality clause in the pre-merger agreement? Section 4, paragraph 2?"
She tapped the screen.
"As of this moment, Hubbard-Daniels is exercising its right to terminate the merger due to gross misconduct by the Sloan acting CEO."
"You can't do that!" Chloe yelled. She looked pathetic, shivering under the sheet. "We love each other!"
"Love doesn't vest for three years, Chloe," Aria said.
She turned to the board members. They looked horrified. Disgusted.
"Is this the man you want running my grandfather's legacy?" Aria asked. "A man who can't even keep his zipper up for a wedding?"
Mr. Henderson shook his head. He turned his back on the room.
"Showtime is over," Kane's voice said in Aria's ear. "Extraction ready. North stairwell."
The adrenaline crashed. The room spun. The floor tilted.
Aria turned on her heel and walked out. She kept her chin high until she rounded the corner.
Her knees buckled.
Strong hands caught her before she hit the ground.
Kane was there. He held her up by her elbows, his grip iron-hard. He looked at Aria's face, scanning her pupils.
"Breathe," he ordered.
Aria leaned into him, just for a second. "Did they see?"
"Everyone saw," Kane said. "The internet is melting."
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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?