Red Carpet Revenge

In Red Carpet Revenge, a wife suffers the ultimate betrayal when her movie star husband's mistress attacks her, causing a tragic miscarriage and leaving her face permanently scarred. While her husband remains indifferent to her agony, he eventually faces a devastating realization: the woman his lover destroyed was actually his own spouse. This romance and mystery novel follows the fallout of a cold-blooded assault and the psychological collapse of a man who realized his mistake too late.

Chapters

Chapter 1

My movie star husband's girlfriend suspected I was the other woman. She confronted me in public, beat me until I lost my child, and even left my face scarred beyond recognition.

"You shameless homewrecker! How dare you seduce someone else's man—and even get pregnant?" she screamed in rage. "I'll send you and that child of yours straight to hell today!"

And as for my husband, he didn't even spare me a glance. All he cared to say was, "Why did you bother hitting her yourself? Did your hand hurt?"

But when he finally discovered that the woman his girlfriend had scarred and caused to miscarry was me, he lost his mind.

While browsing through the mall, a group of women closed in around me.

The one who was leading them was a familiar face: Fiona Lambert, my husband Charlie Skyhawk's newly announced girlfriend.

"There's the shameless homewrecker! Let's teach her a lesson!" Fiona's voice sliced through the crowd.

Before I could process what was happening, a stinging slap landed across my face.

Fiona folded her arms, looking down at me with a scornful smile. "You're Destiny Mckinney, aren't you? You knew Charlie was my boyfriend, yet you dared to go after him?"

"Don't waste your breath, Fiona," one of her followers sneered. "Everyone hates a mistress—let's make sure she can't show her face in public again."

Instinctively, I shielded my belly, heart pounding.

"Wait, I'm pregnant," I stuttered. "Would you really—?"

But Fiona's face turned icy, her eyes full of contempt. "Pregnant? You had the audacity to get pregnant with his child? So that's why Charlie left me—because of you and your baby?"

I shook my head, desperate to explain. "No, you're the other woman! I'm his—"

My words were cut short by her kick to my belly.

A wave of agony radiated through me, stealing my breath as cold sweat broke across my skin.

Her lackeys landed more kicks on me.

I staggered from the pain, still trying to protect my stomach, terrified of what they might do to my child.

Fiona's mocking voice echoed around me. "Trying to use a baby to climb your way up, huh? I'll make sure you go nowhere but down."

A shiver ran through me as she laughed, dark and twisted. I instinctively took a few steps back.

But just as I tried to move away, the women surrounding her grabbed me, yanking my arms and legs, holding me in place.

Fiona's expression twisted even further, like a demon savoring her cruelty. "You think you can just go around stealing other people's boyfriends? And then have the nerve to get pregnant?"

Her voice rose to a scream. "I'm sending you and that child of yours straight to hell today!"

Blows rained down on me, one after another, and I tasted blood as it pooled at the back of my throat. Words clung to my lips, unspoken. I wanted to scream, to tell her the truth—that I was Charlie's hidden wife, and she was the one who'd broken into our marriage.

It had only been weeks since I'd seen the announcement on social media: Charlie and Fiona, arm in arm, in a post that went viral.

I'd called him immediately, demanding answers, but he brushed me off with practiced indifference. "The production team wanted us to do some PR to boost the show's ratings," he'd said, his tone dismissive. "It's just for the press, Destiny. We'll break it off after the show airs."

I had protested, and his voice had turned sharp, impatient. "Destiny, when are you going to stop making this a big deal? It's just an act; it's not real."

Fiona grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head down to the cold, hard floor. I felt something wet and sticky trail down my face; blood, mingling with the sweat and tears.

I barely had the strength to resist before her foot struck my belly again.

I doubled over, agony ripping through me as tears spilled uncontrollably. My child. The child I'd longed for, fought so hard to keep safe—I felt my baby slipping away, bit by bit.

Through my haze of pain, I saw Fiona dialing her phone. She put it on speaker, and flashed a smile so smug it made my stomach turn.

"Hey, what's up?" Charlie's warm voice flowed through the phone, oblivious.

Fiona giggled, her voice sugar-coated. "If I taught a certain homewrecker a lesson, would you be mad at me?"

He chuckled softly, as if indulging her. "If you had to hit someone, you should've let someone else handle it," he replied. "Did your hand get hurt?"

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In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters. I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone. Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate. They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run. As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance. "She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed. "Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back. I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood. Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start. Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies? Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room. Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever. I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me. This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.

Action Horror Modern Sci-Fi

7.4

Bought By My Obsessive Billionaire Ex

7.4

Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished. Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey. When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled. In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession. "If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you." My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die. But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career. They thought I would cower. But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.2

Bought By The Beast

9.2

When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha, he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a lycan king with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body, he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price, and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.2

Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Butcher

8.2

I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him. Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils. I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past. I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison. We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase. "Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."

Action Modern Romance

8.4

From Prison To Power: Rise Of The War Goddess

8.4

Framed for crimes by her own family and ex-husband, Scarlett Hayes was left to rot in prison while pregnant. Five years after losing her child and her freedom, she returns as Commander Scarlett Hayes, a legendary war hero with a global intelligence empire. Seeking absolute vengeance, she dismantles the lives of those who betrayed her. However, her mission shifts when she discovers her child might still be alive and a mysterious man has been tracking her every move from the shadows.

Action Modern Mystery Romance

9.7

My Stepsister Stole My Groom

9.7

She stole my wedding. I stole her future. On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins. So I did what any woman scorned would do. I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room-Drexon Moreaux, Kellan's ruthless billionaire uncle-and declared, "Him. I'll marry him instead." Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire's heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand. But he said, "I do." Now, my stepsister's smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I'm a puzzle he's determined to solve. This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous-something that feels like love. Too bad the Moreaux family doesn't believe in happy endings.

Action Billionaire Romance

Red Carpet Revenge

Chapter 1

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