
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.
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Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Diana's Point of View
Divorce
I couldn't believe what had just happened. After our fight last night, everything felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
I had made enquiries at his office, piecing together fragments of his day, until I found my way to the award ceremony. And there she was-the woman he had claimed I had nothing to worry about, the one he had been hiding from me all along. My blood ran cold.
How could he do this after everything I had done for him?
My heart shattered into a million pieces, each shard stabbing me from the inside. I had poured myself into him, sacrificed so much, trusted him completely... and yet here I was, seeing the truth laid bare, cruel and merciless.
I had to leave the hall. I needed air, privacy, solitude. I found my way to the restroom and let myself break, letting the tears come, letting the sobs rack my body. My hands trembled as they gripped the cold porcelain sink.
What did he take me for? A fool? A puppet to toy with at his convenience?
Why did he promise me the world if he couldn't give me even a fraction of it?
What did I do to deserve this betrayal, this humiliation?
I couldn't stop myself. I left the hall and somehow found my way back home, my mind spinning, my chest tight with anger and despair.
I hadn't even sat down when the familiar roar of his car broke the silence. I felt a flicker of relief. Maybe he would explain. Maybe he would tell me that none of what I had seen mattered. Maybe he would deny it all, and I could breathe again.
But the moment he walked through the door, my vision became blurred. She was with him holding on to him tightly like a child. And in his other hand, another paper.
He dropped it on the table.
Confusion swirled inside me, anger following close behind but I couldn't stop myself as my heart still care.
I stepped closer, my voice tentative. "Have you eaten?"
He ignored me. His eyes didn't meet mine.
"Open it," he said, pointing to the paper.
I obeyed, trembling. My hands shook as I lifted it, my heart hammering against my ribs.
And then I saw it.
"No... no," I whispered, tears brimming and spilling down my cheeks. "You can't divorce me... please."
"I already did," he said simply. "You can see that I've signed it. Now I need you to sign it with immediate effect."
My knees threatened to buckle.
"This lady here is going to be my wife," he added, his tone flat, void of any hesitation.
"Wife?! Are you... already married behind my back?" My voice cracked.
"Oh... no," the woman interjected softly. "Once you're out of the picture, I'll step in," she said, lifting her hand to reveal a gold ring gleaming against her finger.
I took a deep, shuddering breath. It felt unreal, like I had been plunged into a nightmare that refused to end. My body trembled, every inch of me screaming in frustration and disbelief.
The man I had trusted with everything-my heart, my dreams, my life-had stabbed me without a second thought.
"No... David, we can settle our misunderstanding, babe," I pleaded, my voice desperate.
He didn't even look at me. His expression was distant, unyielding.
"There is nothing to settle. I am tired of this loveless marriage," he said firmly.
"Sign it and let me go," he continued, cold and detached. "You can keep this mansion, and one of the BMWs is yours."
I rolled my eyes. Did he think he was doing me a favor by tossing material possessions at me?
"No," I said, my voice shaking with barely contained fury. "I don't want it. What I want is my company back-the fashion empire you gave to this woman."
He flinched, though he didn't show it.
"I can't believe you lied to me all these years," I said, tears blinding me. "You deceived me, you made me believe you loved me."
"That's why you wouldn't allow me to bear your child. You forced me through series of abortions for your convenience," I continued, every word a dagger.
Tears streaked my face as I thought of all the sacrifices I had made for him.
"I endured three abortions because you weren't ready for a child. And now, when you no longer want me, you think a piece of paper can erase me?"
"You are wrong, David. I am not going anywhere until you give me back everything you took from me-everything I sacrificed for you."
"My company. My children that never lived. My loyalty. My dignity. All of it."
I watched him carefully. His gaze was sharp, calculating, but I didn't flinch. I wasn't afraid anymore.
"And if I refuse? What will you do? You have no one to fight for you. I am practically your only family," he said, trying to intimidate me.
I shook my head slowly, realizing that his plan was relentless.
"You don't want the whole world to know the truth about you," I said softly, seeing him falter ever so slightly.
He believed I was helpless, that I was naive. But I had him right where I wanted him, even if he didn't realize it yet. I would make him feel betrayal the way he had made me.
"This war isn't over," I said, fury burning like wildfire. "And I am the one who calls the shots here, not you, David."
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8.8
Mate's VENGEANCE
8.8
To destroy him, I've traded my pride for a maid's uniform.
My plan is simple: infiltrate his estate, seduce him into breaking his royal engagement, and lead his enemies to his doorstep. I want to see his pack burn. I want to see the light leave those storm-grey eyes as how he did to my mate

9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."

9.2
Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien.
She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults.
Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss.
"You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera."
Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her.
But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin.

9.8
I was an unwanted foster kid taken in by the Goodwin family, about to marry into the wealthy Cantu family to secure my adoptive father's power.
But at my rehearsal dinner, my adoptive mother drugged my champagne, intending to have me assaulted and ruined.
The next morning, my fiancé and my sister burst into my hotel room with a swarm of reporters, pointing fingers in manufactured horror.
"You filthy whore! The engagement is over!"
My fiancé roared for the cameras, while my sister sobbed about my betrayal. They had brought the press to publicly slaughter me, justifying their own secret affair while my adoptive family cursed me as a disgusting stray.
For years, I had endured their toxic abuse, only to be thrown to the wolves so my sister could steal my life. They truly believed I was just a helpless pawn they could crush and discard.
But they didn't know I had anticipated their trap and deliberately walked into the bed of Dorian Underwood—the ruthless billionaire and the only man the Cantu family actually feared.
As I calmly hit 'send' to broadcast my fiancé's explicit sex tape to every reporter in the hallway, I met Dorian's dark, predatory gaze.
I wasn't just surviving anymore; I was going to tear both their empires to the ground.

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

8.1
"I GAVE HIM MY LOYALTY. HE LEFT ME TO ROT."
He promised to save her. Instead, he let her take the fall. River was his loyal PA, his fiancée, his secret keeper. But when the crimes Rowan Kane committed came to light, it was she who took the fall and he left her behind bars to rot. The day she walks free, she's in labor with his child. And just two days later, she receives the final blow: He's marrying her best friend. Betrayed. Alone. Furious.
River vows revenge. But fate sends her someone unexpected: Killian Kane, her ex's older brother-once discarded, now powerful and hell-bent on reclaiming what was stolen from him. Including revenge. Including her. He offers River a contract marriage: two years of pretending, plotting, and rising to the top together. But in the shadows of vengeance, something real begins to bloom. Love wasn't part of the plan. But neither was war. Will revenge bring them the justice they crave or awaken a passion neither of them is ready for?