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 5
"Mum," Dante called out, hesitating as if weighing his words.
"Yes, my son?" Margret replied calmly.
"Bella and your grandson are coming to visit you today."
Margret's lips curved into a faint smile. "That's really okay. I would like to finally meet my grandson... and my daughter-in-law."
Dante nodded, but unease lingered in his eyes. "But Mum, are you sure it's okay if they come today?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" she said lightly, placing her glass of wine on the table.
He lowered his voice. "Won't it look suspicious?"
Margret waved it off. "Come on, son. They're only visiting, not staying. Zara's body and the child will be found by tomorrow... or the following day."
Dante exhaled slowly, reassured. "Alright."
She fixed him with a steady look. "You made sure the brakes were properly tampered with?"
"Yes, Mum. The brakes won't work. She'll only realize when it's too late. And the park I sent them to is far from here."
A thin smile spread across Margret's face. "That's my son," she said softly.
Dante nodded. With a faint smile
Then, suddenly, before he could say anything more, the doorbell rang.
A little boy, slightly older than Lilly, came running in and threw himself into Dante's arms.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" he shouted.
"Being followed by a woman!" Dante laughed, steadying him.
"You're welcome, Mark. Bella, please come in," Dante said, smiling.
Bella entered slowly, taking in the room cautiously.
Margret rose from her chair, a gentle smile on her face. "You're most welcome, my daughter-in-law," she said warmly.
Bella nodded politely, returning the greeting. "Thank you... I'll feel at home," she added softly.
"C'mon, Mark, greet your grandmother,"
Mark wriggled free of Dante's hold and ran toward Margret, hugging her tightly.
"Hello, Granny!" he said with a bright smile.
"Oh, hello, my dear... you smell nice, the little boy said, " Margret blushed slightly. Oh, this child... he's a genius! she thought, shaking her head in amusement.Thank you my dear . You're also handsome like your father she added .
They all laughed together, the sound warm and light.
Margret's phone rang, and she excused herself briefly, telling Dante to show them around the house while she handled the call.
As they walked, Dante gently took Bella's hand. "Welcome to my house," he said. Bella smiled softly, holding Mark's hand in the other.
"This will be your room," Dante added, leading her into the space Zara and he used to stay in.
Bella looked around, curiosity in her eyes. "What about your wife?" she asked.
"Oh... her?" Dante replied casually. "She's never coming back. You'll just have to pick a day to come here." Bella smiled faintly .
Mark's eyes lit up as he spotted another room. "Daddy! I want this one!" he exclaimed, pointing at Lilly's old room.
"Okay, champ," Dante laughed. "You're going to get it and even more decorated, I promise."
Bella chuckled, shaking her head. "I think we should head back downstairs now," she suggested.
Dante gave a small nod, leading them back, the house now alive with the chatter and laughter of family . Compared to when Zara was around .
In the sitting room, Dante kept staring at his phone as if expecting a call.
Bella noticed his tense expression. "Are you okay?" she asked gently.
"Yes... I'm waiting for my partner to call. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I can put the phone away," he replied calmly.
"No, no, it's okay Bella said Camly but not convinced . Can I prepare anything for you?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No, Dante . I already told you over the phone that we are coming in full," she said and "we need to leave early because Mark has to go to school tomorrow , but let's first say bye to mother ". Bella said as she lifted her hand bag lightly .
"Okay... Dante lifted the boy, turning him away from the front door.
"Daddy... yes?" "Who is that woman and that girl standing in the doorway?" Mark asked, curious.
Dante froze, his heart pounding, as his gaze lifted to the doorway.
Standing there, hand in hand, were Zara and Lilly both fully unharmed.
Even Margret, coming down the stairs, stopped in shock, her mouth slightly open.
Zara's eyes widened as she recognized the woman from before the same woman who had been with Dante the last time and her confusion deepened when she realized the little boy was calling him "Daddy."
"Dante," Bella snapped, stepping forward, her voice sharp. "You said they were never coming back. Why are they here?"
Dante didn't answer. He was frozen, caught in a moment that none of them could have predicted.
Zara stepped closer with Lilly, bewildered, trying to make sense of the house, the people, and the strange, impossible scene unfolding before her.
Confused, Dante glanced at his mother, who was still frozen at the foot of the stairs.
"Dante," Zara asked, stepping forward, her voice sharp, "do you care to explain what's happening? And who is this woman? Why is her child calling you 'Daddy'?"
Dante opened his mouth to speak, but seeing Zara alive rendered him completely speechless.
Bella stepped forward boldly. "I am the mother of his heir... and his first love," she said calmly.
Zara froze for a moment, then a bitter, sarcastic smile tugged at her lips. "So I was right about this... when I first saw you in the hospital with her."
Lilly looked between them, confused. She didn't understand a thing.
Margret's hands flew to her face. "This can't be... no, this can't be..." she muttered. Her eyes darted around, stunned, trying to make sense of it all she said as she was coming from up stairs .
She ran sharply to Zara. "Which car did you take this morning?"
Zara hesitated. "Uh... wait, talk first..."
Margret shook her firmly. "A cab? You didn't take the car?"
"No... I didn't take the car," Zara said. "Ann took it."
Margret's eyes widened as she looked at Dante. "It's Ann who got into the accident... not Zara and her child."
The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of realization pressing down on them all. Dante's face was drained of color, Bella's expression remained unreadable because of the confusion and Zara clutched Lilly's hand, trying to process the truth.
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9.3
THE KING IS DEAD. LONG LIVE THE MONSTER.
Five years ago, Julian Thorne was the golden heir to London's most powerful banking dynasty. Then, his own brother paid to have him murdered.
The world mourned. The family moved on. And his brother claimed everything Julian left behind-including Isolde Sterling, the icy, breathtaking heiress to the shipping empire.
But Julian didn't die. He survived hell, forged in the brutal underground fighting pits of the East, and now... the ghost has returned home.
He crashes his brother's engagement party with a scar on his face, violence in his veins, and a single vow: Burn it all down.
He will strip his family of their fortune. He will expose the dark conspiracy that rules the city. But his sweetest revenge? Stealing the bride.
Isolde knows she should run. The man who returned is a predator-cold, lethal, and terrifyingly seductive. But when he looks at her with those dark, possessive eyes, she realizes the terrifying truth: she doesn't want to be saved. She wants to burn with him.
Revenge is a dish best served hot.
8.3
Elara gave up everything for love...her trust, her inheritance, her future. But the two people she trusted most, her husband and her best friend, destroyed it all with a betrayal so cruel it left her shattered.
Just when she thought she had nothing left, a stranger emerged from the shadows. Only Axel was no stranger at all. He was her Ex-husband's Nemesis.
Cold-blooded, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed with her.
With one careless signature on a contract, Elara becomes bound to Axel, a man whose name inspires fear, whose touch ignites her, and whose secrets threaten to unravel her very reality. He carries scars that hide darker truths and a hunger for her that blurs the line between protection and possession.
Soon, she realizes the betrayal was only the beginning. The truth waiting in the shadows is far more dangerous than she ever imagined.
In a world where trust is a weapon, Elara must decide: with Axel by her side, will she surrender to his dark side and become the villain in her own story or will she rise from the ashes and burn her enemies to the ground?
8.4
Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box.
She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her.
The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death.
"This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm.
Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer.
How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her.
Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind.
"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.
8.9
I lived in the basement of the man who promised to protect me. Kason Oneal, the Alpha, treated me like a servant while he doted on Dalia, his so-called "Fated Mate."
I went to his office one last time and knocked over his private journal. The entry from two weeks ago caught my eye.
He wrote that his wolf actually pulled toward me, not Dalia. He knew we were mates.
But he chose Dalia for her family's money.
He called me a "substitute"—a placeholder to keep his wolf calm until he could bond with her. He planned to keep me hidden in the dark forever, just to use my scent.
My heart shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was being used. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a biological pacifier.
I didn't leave a note. I packed my bag and walked out the door.
Kason thought I was a broken Omega he could control. He didn't know I was on my way to New York to marry Hadley Payne, the Supreme Alpha.
And when I returned, I wouldn't be a servant. I would be his Queen.
9.5
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family.
But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline.
Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends.
"Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash."
She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain.
Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse.
When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street.
At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off.
She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily?
But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed.
"Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone."
Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.
8.9
"Are you sure, Jake? I can be a very bad girl," I purred sexily, brushing my hands lightly over his pants. He stiffened and grabbed my hands.
"Bad girls get punished," He snarled.
"Would you like to punish me then?"
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