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 5
The lab was cold. Stainless steel and blue LED lights. It smelled of antiseptic and ozone.
Dr. Evans pulled the needle from Aria's arm. He pressed a cotton ball to the puncture wound.
Kane stood in the corner. He had been scanning the room since they arrived, checking the exits, checking the labels on the chemical bottles. He was vibrating with a suppressed energy.
Aria sat on the edge of the exam table. Her feet dangled. She felt small.
Dr. Evans walked over to the computer. He waited for the results to print. The whir of the printer was agonizingly slow.
He ripped the page off and turned to Aria. His face was grave.
"It's a neurotoxin," he said. "Derived from the Cerbera odollam plant. The suicide tree."
Kane stepped forward. "How much?"
"Enough to kill a horse," Evans said. "But the dosage seems to be... staggered. You've been ingesting small amounts for months, building a partial tolerance, but you took a massive hit about twelve hours ago."
"How long do I have?" Aria asked.
"Without treatment? Organ failure in seven days. Maybe less."
Kane's hand clenched into a fist. Aria heard the knuckles crack.
"Fix it," Kane said. It wasn't a request.
"I can start a chelation protocol," Evans said. "But it's brutal. It strips everything from your blood. Calcium, magnesium, the poison. It will feel like your bones are melting."
"Do it," Aria said.
"And," Evans added, looking at Kane, "she needs dialysis. Daily. I don't have a unit here."
"I need to be functional," Aria said. "I have a company to save."
"You need to be in an ICU," Evans argued.
"No hospitals," Aria said. "If I go to a hospital, the board declares me incapacitated. Chloe wins."
Aria looked at Kane. "I need to survive this."
"You will," he said.
Evans prepared the injection. "This is going to hurt."
He wasn't lying.
The moment the liquid entered Aria's vein, it felt like liquid fire. She gasped. Her back arched. A scream tore from her throat.
Kane was there instantly. He pulled Aria's head against his stomach. He covered her ears with his large hands, muffling the sound of her own agony.
"I've got you," he murmured into her hair. "I've got you."
Aria grabbed his shirt. She twisted the fabric until her fingers turned white. She cried. She shook. The pain was absolute.
It lasted for thirty minutes. When it faded, Aria was limp. A wet rag.
Kane picked her up. He carried her out to the car.
"Don't tell anyone," Aria whispered against his chest.
He placed her in the seat and buckled her in. He walked around to the driver's side.
He didn't start the car immediately. He pulled out his phone. He dialed a number.
"It's me," he said. "I need a portable dialysis unit. High flow. Delivered to the penthouse. Now."
Pause.
"I don't care about the cost or the method. I need it in one hour. Handle it."
He hung up.
Aria stared at him. "Who was that?"
Kane looked at Aria. His eyes were hard, guarded. "We're allies now, right? Don't ask about the sourcing."
A weak smile tugged at Aria's lips. "Okay."
They drove into the night. Aria's phone lit up on the dashboard.
Jordan calling.
Aria stared at the name. The man who had poisoned her. The man who had burned her living will.
She reached out and pressed 'Block'.
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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?