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 4
Kane guided Aria into a private lounge off the main hallway. He sat her down on a velvet sofa and handed her a bottle of water.
"Drink," he said.
Aria took a sip. Her hands were shaking.
The door to the lounge banged open. It hit the wall with a crack that sounded like a gunshot.
Victoria Sloan marched in. Jordan's mother. The matriarch of the Sloan empire. She was followed by Tiffany, Jordan's sister.
Victoria's face was a mask of fury. Her makeup was perfect, but her eyes were wild.
"You little bitch!" she screamed.
She crossed the room in three strides. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Our stock is in freefall!"
Tiffany lunged for the tablet in Aria's lap. "Give me that! You recorded it illegally!"
Aria twisted her body, shielding the device. "It was a live feed from the hotel security. I didn't record anything. The internet did."
Victoria raised her hand. Her palm was open, fingers rigid. She swung at Aria's face.
Aria flinched, bracing for the impact.
It never came.
Kane stepped out of the shadows. He didn't grab her. He didn't shove her. He just stepped between them. He stood there, a wall of muscle and menace.
Victoria's hand stopped inches from his chest. She looked up at him, startled.
"Get out of my way, you useless kept man," she spat.
Kane didn't blink. He looked down at her like she was a stain on the carpet.
Aria stood up. She reached around Kane and grabbed Victoria's wrist. She squeezed. Hard.
"This isn't your country club, Victoria," Aria said. "This is a crime scene. Your son committed fraud."
"Fraud?" Victoria laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "He cheated. Men cheat. You'll get over it."
"He signed a contract stating he was not involved in any actions that would damage the company reputation while negotiating the deal. He lied. That's fraud. Federal fraud."
Victoria's face went pale. She knew the law. She knew what an SEC investigation would do to them.
"You're just frigid," Tiffany sneered from behind her mother. "That's why he went to Chloe. Jordan has needs. He said you were like sleeping with a mannequin."
Aria laughed. It was a cold, dark sound.
"If his performance issues are my fault," Aria said, looking Tiffany dead in the eye, "then why did he only last three minutes with Chloe? I timed it."
Tiffany's mouth dropped open.
Victoria signaled to the two large men in suits waiting in the hallway. "Get him out of here. And grab her."
The bodyguards stepped forward.
Kane walked to the door. He slammed it shut in their faces. He turned the lock.
Then he turned back to the room. He unbuttoned his suit jacket.
"You're locked in here with me," Kane said. His voice was low, terrifyingly calm.
Victoria took a step back. "Who is this animal? Where did you find him?"
Aria walked up to Kane. She put her hand on his arm. It was rock hard.
"This is my husband," Aria said. "And he's more of a man than your son will ever be."
Victoria was shaking now. Rage and fear warring in her eyes. "I will freeze every asset you have. You won't be able to buy a pack of gum."
"Try it," Aria said. "I'll drive your stock price so low you'll be delisted by Tuesday."
"Move," Aria said to Victoria.
Aria shoulder-checked her as she walked past. Kane opened the door, checked the hall, and ushered her out.
As soon as they were clear, in the service corridor, the strength left Aria's legs again. She grabbed Kane's arm to stay upright. Cold sweat was running down her back.
"Hospital?" Kane asked. He was supporting Aria's entire weight now.
"No," Aria whispered. "Dr. Evans. The private toxicologist. Upper East Side."
Kane's head snapped toward Aria. His eyes narrowed. He didn't ask questions. He didn't waste time.
"Hold on," he said.
He scooped Aria up. He carried her through the kitchen, ignoring the staring chefs. They burst out into the alley where the car was waiting.
Victoria's screams echoed down the hallway behind them. "Aria! You'll pay for this!"
Kane dumped Aria in the passenger seat and slammed the door. He vaulted over the hood and slid behind the wheel.
The engine roared.
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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?