Revenge Was Her Final Vow

Synopsis: Diana, a twenty-nine year old brilliant young lady and a successful fashion designer. She was grateful she had been able to achieve everything she had without any support. But there was a void inside of her. She wanted to get married. She couldn't bear the fact of entering into the big chapter thirty without a life partner. She met David at a business conference meeting. He asked for her number. She hesitated thinking he wasn't going to stay like the others. She decided to give him a chance and went on a first date with him only to realise that he was serious and wanted to marry her. What Diana didn't know was that David was pretending all along. He was never interested in her as a person. During a public awards ceremony, David brings Eleanor, a celebrity who is his new business partner, onto the stage. He dedicates his award to her, claiming she was the "sole inspiration" for his success. Later that night, he tells Diana that he has already signed the divorce papers. His cold dismissal shatters her, but in the aftermath, a clear-headed determination sets in.

Chapters

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

David's Point of View

Award ceremony

I came back from work and walked straight to our room. She was already asleep, snoring lightly.

I dropped my suitcase and headed to the bathroom. The hot water cleared the fatigue from my body. Once I was done, I dressed in clean night wear.

My mind was restless.

I woke her up.

She stirred and gave me a sharp look. My brow lifted. Audacity, I thought.

"Did you not hear me clearly, or should I repeat myself?" I asked, my voice edged with irritation.

Diana didn't move. She turned over, eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

I tapped her again.

"Are you even listening to me?"

She straightened, finally facing me. "Well... since you refused to keep your word, I suppose you've satisfied yourself elsewhere," she said, eyes glinting with defiance.

I paused, letting her words sink in. "Are you seriously telling me to quit my job over a romantic date?"

"You could have at least picked up your call," she shot back.

I moved closer, feeling the tension rise. She was testing me, challenging me. I needed to remind her who ruled this house.

"You've been acting... different lately," I said. "You no longer respect me as the man of this house."

Diana didn't respond. Then, she spoke words I hadn't expected:

"Then make sure you fulfill your obligation as well."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

She stepped closer, disrobing in a clumsy attempt at seduction. But the sight of her sagging body, her skin lacking the vitality of Eleanor's youthful curves, irritated me.

I turned and walked away.

The next words she spoke were the last straw.

"Is there someone else, David? Who have you been seeing, after everything I did for you?"

Her voice rose. "Why won't you touch me? Turning me into a maid... I'm your wife!"

Before I could think twice, my hand shot out. The sharp slap echoed through the room.

"Next time, think before speaking to me. And for your information, you won't see me in this house again until I choose," I said coldly.

"You can marry yourself then," I muttered.

As I pack my stuff, I didn't miss the desperation in her voice as she sank to her knees, hands trembling as she reached for me.

"I'm sorry, David. I never meant to upset you. I need you in my life," she whispered.

I kicked her hands away. Did she think I cared?

I had tolerated her for long enough. Gratitude should have been her only response-but here she was, bargaining with me.

"You're an ingrate, Diana. After everything I did for you," I said. "Have you suddenly forgotten how I helped you?"

"I don't blame you, I shouldn't have married you", I yelled.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to annoy you. You know I love you... I can't bear to see you leave," she whispered.

"What about our trip?"

"Forget it," I said, my mind already elsewhere.

I ignored her pleas, packed my things, and left the mansion. The divorce would be easier this way.

In the garage, I picked a Rolls-Royce. Before driving off, I called Eleanor. She answered on the first ring. I sent her the address where I'd be staying. She was the only person who could distract me from the chaos.

It didn't take long for her to arrive. She slipped beside me, her body warm and supple beneath mine.

I leaned down, reclaiming the vigor and excitement I had lost. Eleanor's youth and energy were intoxicating.

"You know what to get ready for," I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. "Tomorrow, we're going to the awards ceremony."

Her eyes sparkled. "Thank you so much!" she said, pressing closer, hungry for my attention.

The night stretched long, each moment with Eleanor feeding the tension I had carried all day. She made it clear she belonged to me.

The next morning, Eleanor had already picked out a dress-ten thousand dollars, paid without hesitation. She was my princess, and anything she wanted, I would provide.

At the event, her hands entwined with mine as we walked down the stage. I didn't miss the stares. Everyone could see her as my chosen partner. Diana had been hidden all along, despite the ring she still wore.

I stepped to the podium to accept the award for Best Entrepreneur of the Year. The crowd erupted in applause as the presenter handed me the microphone.

"This award goes to my lovely and beautiful girl, the one I can't imagine life without: Eleanor Williams. I dedicate this to her-she was the sole inspiration for my success," I said, returning to my seat.

That's when I saw her. Diana, tears streaming, leaving the hall.

What was she doing here?

How did she even know about the awards?

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Action Modern Mystery

9.8

Double Betrayal: Shadows Of Vengeance

9.8

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Action Adventure Mystery

7.5

Falling For The Most Hated Hollywood Girl

7.5

I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash. Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive. Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes. "The Ruiz family sends their regards." Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated. My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends. The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood. Until her last breath, she didn't understand. Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her? Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference. I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel. Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust. Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in. Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.

Action Mafia Modern Sci-Fi

8.7

From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

8.7

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.0

His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

9.0

The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live. It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders. "Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now." He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party. When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests. Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim. Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat. "I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime." A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed? Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Rejected by Kin, Claimed by the Alpha

9.2

Elara has spent her life as a social pariah, endureing the cruelty of her own pack. Deemed weak and worthless, she is eventually cast out by those she once called family. Just as she prepares for a lonely fate, she is discovered by a powerful and intimidating Alpha from a rival territory. Instead of death, she finds an unexpected protector. As war looms between factions, Elara must navigate a world of primal passion and dangerous secrets to claim her true destiny.

Action Romance Werewolf

Revenge Was Her Final Vow

Chapter 4

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