Saved By My Brothers ....
Zara grew up with nothing but resilience and ambition. Raised in an orphanage, she fought her way into the corporate world, believing education would be her salvation and love her reward. When she married Dante, a powerful CEO, she thought she had finally found both.
She was wrong.
Behind closed doors, Zara's marriage became a nightmare of cruelty, betrayal, and calculated malice. Stripped of her career, manipulated through her own child, and nearly killed by the very family she married into, Zara is forced to face a devastating truth: she was never meant to survive.
When she walks away from everything with no money, no protection, and only her dignity Zara makes one promise: she will return.
What she doesn't expect is to uncover a shocking secret about her past one that reveals she was stolen as a child, her life destroyed by a conspiracy rooted in greed and revenge. Reclaimed by her real family and armed with power she never knew was hers, Zara rises from the ashes stronger than ever.
This time, she isn't fighting for love.
She's fighting for justice.
And revenge will be delicious.
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Chapter 2
Zara changed direction immediately. She didn't want her daughter to see her father hugging another child a child who received the affection Lilly had never known, not even a simple hug. Nor was she willing to run into Dante.
Inside the taxi, Zara's thoughts spiraled. She wondered about the relationship between the woman and her husband, but she forced herself not to dwell on it. She didn't even know how she would ask Dante if she dared to ask at all. They no longer spoke like normal married people.
To make matters worse, Dante had chased her out of their matrimonial bedroom.She now slept in the guest room.
Maybe she's just a coworker, Zara told herself, clinging desperately to the thought as she gently patted Lilly's head.
Before she realized it, the taxi had already pulled up to the house.
Zara sighed deeply and stepped out, carefully lifting her sleeping daughter into her arms. With heavy steps, she carried Lilly back inside.
As Zara stepped inside, she saw her mother-in-law seated on the couch beside her sister-in-law. For a brief moment, hope flickered in her chest. Maybe when they see Lilly, they'll finally ask what's wrong.
"There you are," her sister-in-law said, her eyes sharp with provocation. "I needed someone to run errands for me, but you were nowhere to be found. Where have you been?"
Before Zara could answer, her mother-in-law spoke with biting sarcasm. "She went to check on her sick child."
The words were delivered as though Lilly were a stranger someone with no connection to them at all.
Zara swallowed hard.
"I don't care whether the child is sick or not," her sister-in-law said coldly. "She's not mine. Anyway, you can leave now."
Zara stared at them, her arms tightening around Lilly. She had no words left.
Noticing that Zara was still standing there, her mother-in-law snapped, "What are you waiting for? Go to your room. Don't ruin our day by standing there with your child."
Zara lowered her head and turned away, her heart aching as she carried Lilly down the hallway.
Zara laid Lilly down and felt a small sense of relief that her daughter had slept through everything. Lilly had seen enough already too many moments of her mother being mistreated, moments Zara always tried to hide and soften for her sake.
She tucked the blankets around her gently, her heart heavy.
"I'm doing this for you, Lilly," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I should have left this marriage long ago. But I don't want you to grow up in a broken home. I want you to have a father's presence in your life."
She brushed a kiss against Lilly's forehead.
"Maybe one day he'll come around," she continued softly. "Maybe he'll accept that you are not the son he wanted and love you the way you deserve."
Her voice cracked, but she swallowed the tears. There was no time to cry.
She had to find a way to survive in a house where neither she nor her child was loved.
"I need to start working again," she whispered, finally mustering the courage to say it aloud. "If I talk to Dante, he will agree. Lilly is old enough now."
She wasn't willing to wait for him to return home that night. Exhausted, she fell asleep with only one thought in her mind speaking to Dante in the morning.
That night, no one even asked her to prepare supper, which almost felt like a blessing. She slept lightly, clutching that single hope.
Early the next morning, Zara stood outside her former matrimonial bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
She was afraid, but she had no choice. She had to try.
"Come in," a voice replied from inside.
When Dante saw her, his expression darkened. "Oh... it's you," he said, his tone making it painfully clear that had he known it was her, he wouldn't have opened the door.
"What do you want?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Zara swallowed hard. "I I ,need to start working again."
Dante stood before the mirror, adjusting his tie. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, his gaze cold and unreadable.
"Are you serious?" he asked flatly.
Fear crept into Zara's chest, but she forced herself to continue. "You asked me to stop working because Lilly was still young. But now she's older. We can hire a maid, Dante... Please let me work."
Her voice trembled. "The allowance you give me isn't enough. And even if it's not with your company, I can look for another job "
"So why did you come into my room?" Dante cut in sharply.
"I came to get my qualifications," she replied softly. "So I can apply."
For a moment, Dante said nothing. Then, unexpectedly, his voice softened.
"Come," he said calmly. "Follow me downstairs."
The sudden shift sent a chill through Zara. Her heart skipped a beat.
Something told her this was not going to end well
Still, Zara followed him in silence, her fingers crossed, praying he wouldn't do anything cruel.
She was terribly wrong.
When they reached the dining room, her heart dropped. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were already seated at the table, sipping tea as though they had been waiting for a show.
Dante slipped his hands into his pockets and spoke casually. "Mum, look who says she wants to start working."
Zara froze.
"She's even suggesting we hire a maid to handle the chores," he added calmly, "so she can go back to work."
"A maid?" her mother-in-law scoffed. "When we already have you? Who do you think eats for free in this house?"
"As if that would ever happen," her sister-in-law laughed.
Both women chuckled, enjoying the humiliation as they sipped their tea.
"Oh," her sister-in-law mocked, "so she wants to work now."
Dante turned to his sister. "Ann bring her documents," he said evenly.
She looked at him with curious eyes.
"They're in drawer two," he continued, pulling out a key. "Here take this."
Zara lowered her head, silently praying for mercy.
Moments later, the documents were placed into Dante's hands.
To everyone's shock, he flicked open a lighter.
The flame caught the paper instantly, curling the edges as fire devoured her certificates years of effort, sacrifice, and dreams reduced to ash before her eyes.
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7.6
On Christmas eve, I had prepared a surprise gift for my boyfriend of five years, but I was surprised instead... He had been seeing another woman. Worse still, I walked in on him, banging her.
Broken, I left in the middle of the night, but what I didn't know was that I would run into a scary creature that night that changed my life forever.
Alpha Kael... The man whom even his presence carries a strong intimidating aura, yet pulls me in. The man who makes me feel safe, yet torments me.
Watch him burn the world for me...
8.1
I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk.
Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris.
I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them.
My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown.
I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy.
But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
7.6
My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."
8.0
For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley.
He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead.
When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over.
Instead, she framed me again.
Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate.
I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help.
But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference.
He chose the monster over his wife.
That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me.
So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me.
I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn.
Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass.
He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival.
I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger.
He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession.
"Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."
7.6
A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room.
She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland.
Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror.
Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open.
He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts.
The situation was a complete death trap.
Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts.
Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall.
Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises.
The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled.
As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl.
She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game.
Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man.
"Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you."
With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.