Second Life: Dead Wife Rises For Vengeance
On her second wedding anniversary, Andrea Reed discovers the ultimate betrayal.
Her husband wants a divorce. Her stepsister is his mistress.And the family empire she protected is nothing more than a prize they've been plotting to steal. Before she can fight back, Andrea is pushed off a cliff-pregnant, broken, and filled with regret.
But death isn't the end. She wakes up five years in the past. Her father is alive. Her inheritance is still in her hands. And the man who killed her is smiling like he's in love.
This time, Andrea won't be naive. She plays the perfect fiancée while secretly collecting evidence, turns traps into public humiliation. She lets her enemies destroy themselves from within.
And when a powerful, dangerously enigmatic billionaire-Samuel Kingswell-crosses her path again, Andrea realizes something even more terrifying than betrayal: In her first life, she chose the wrong man.
In this life, she will choose power and revenge, make them beg before they fall. Because this time, the woman they tried to kill is no longer a victim.
She is the hunter.
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Chapter 3
The door opened.
The girl who had killed her in her past life stood right outside, smiling sweetly.
Nineteen-year-old Sandra was undeniably beautiful. She strongly resembled her mother, Melinda-large, watery eyes, a delicate nose, pale pink lips, and a small, refined face. Dressed in a white wool dress that hugged her figure just right, she moved with effortless grace, every gesture calm and composed.
Like a lily in full bloom-pure, quiet, and seemingly untouched.
Everyone was fooled by that appearance.
Everyone except Andrea.
Andrea's smile brightened, but her eyes were icy.
Sandra... we meet again.
"Andrea, are you feeling better?" Sandra asked, concern written clearly across her flawless face.
Andrea studied that beautiful expression-every trace of worry carefully rehearsed. For a brief, violent second, she wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear her throat out.
But no.
She couldn't rush this.
Every ounce of pain she had suffered-she would return slowly, piece by piece.
Digging her nails into her palm, Andrea forced the storm inside her back down and smiled. "I'm much better now. Sorry to make you worry, Sandra."
Sandra visibly relaxed, the tension leaving her brows. She spoke gently, almost reproachfully. "You really scared me. Falling into the lake in the middle of winter-do you know how dangerous that was? Thank goodness someone passed by and saved you. Otherwise..." She trailed off, eyes full of lingering fear.
Every word sounded sincere. Caring. Exactly like a devoted younger sister should.
If Andrea hadn't already lived one lifetime, she might have believed it again.
A trace of mockery flashed through Andrea's eyes, though her smile remained soft. "Alright, alright. I know I was careless. Stop embarrassing me-Darius already gave me a long lecture."
Darius stood off to the side, watching Sandra's performance with thinly veiled irritation. Remembering his sister's earlier warning, he held himself back instead of snapping like he usually would.
He snorted. "Next time, don't tell people I'm your brother. I don't have a sister this dumb."
Andrea huffed twice, pretending to be offended.
Sandra immediately stepped in to smooth things over, seamlessly changing the subject-though in her heart, she wished nothing more than for the siblings' closeness to crack.
"Oh, right," she said as if suddenly remembering something. "Andrea, Senior Steven came to see you. We should go downstairs."
Andrea blinked, looking genuinely confused. "Steven? Who's that?"
Sandra stepped closer and linked arms with her, smiling gently. "Andrea, Steven is quite well-known at our school. How could you forget him? Besides-he's your lifesaver."
A lifesaver?
More like a carefully staged trap.
Andrea remembered that day clearly.
She had been sitting by the lake, reading, when she suddenly felt a heavy shove against her shoulder. Before she could react-splash-she was in the water.
She struggled. Screamed for help.
No one answered.
Icy water flooded her lungs. The suffocation had been unbearable. She had truly believed she was going to die-until a hand grabbed her arm.
In her previous life, she had dismissed it as an accident.
This time, she was certain.
She had been pushed.
And the one behind it was Steven-carefully setting up a hero-saves-the-girl scene to get close to her, to earn her trust.
Andrea lowered her gaze, as if thinking hard. After a moment, realization slowly spread across her face.
"Oh-no wonder the name sounded familiar," she said softly. "He's the student council president, right?"
Her lashes fluttered, a hint of shyness appearing on her face. "Sandra... are you saying Senior Steven is the one who saved me?"
Sandra's perfect smile stiffened for the briefest moment.
"Yes," she replied gently. "He's been very worried about you. That's why he came to check on you personally. Let's go downstairs-he's been waiting."
"But I haven't changed yet," Andrea said, glancing down at herself. She shook Sandra's arm playfully. "Why don't you go keep him company first? I'll change and come down in a bit."
"Alright," Sandra said with a soft laugh. "Hurry up, okay?"
She turned and left.
Her lowered lashes hid the thick jealousy burning in her eyes.
...
In the living room, a young man and woman sat at opposite ends of the sofa, chatting softly. From time to time, Sandra's gentle laughter drifted through the air.
Andrea steadied herself, forcing down the tidal wave of hatred threatening to break loose, and slowly descended the staircase.
Hearing her footsteps, Steven looked up.
A flicker of unmistakable amazement flashed through his deep-set eyes.
The woman walking down the stairs moved with unhurried grace. Her long, wavy hair spilled naturally over her shoulders, catching the light with a soft sheen. She wore a red dress-bold, vivid, like flames licking through the air-so striking it made people instinctively hold their breath.
Every movement carried a quiet allure.
Yet her dark, gem-like eyes were cool and distant, an unsettling contrast-like an angel wrapped in a devil's skin. Beautiful in a way that stole the air from one's lungs.
Andrea studied Steven in return.
That face-truly handsome. No wonder she had been so completely captivated in her previous life. Even now, looking at him with nothing but hatred in her heart, she had to admit it.
A beautiful shell.
Only twenty-two years old, yet already composed and self-assured beyond his years. His smile was warm, almost springlike-but in those deep eyes, Andrea saw it clearly.
Ambition.
Greed.
A faint smile curved her lips.
'Steven... you like taking from others, don't you?
Then wait and see how I destroy everything you want.'
Steven rose to his feet with perfect manners, his smile flawless, voice gentle and smooth.
"Andrea, how are you feeling now?"
"Much better," Andrea replied softly, a faint blush blooming across her pale cheeks. "Thank you for your concern. Senior... I still haven't properly thanked you for saving my life."
"It was nothing," he said modestly. "Just a small effort. As long as you're safe, that's what matters."
Andrea casually glanced at Sandra.
Catching sight of Sandra's stiffened smile, Andrea's own grew deeper. She blinked playfully, her voice carrying a hint of light teasing.
"To you, it may have been nothing-but to me, it was an enormous favor. Senior, if you don't mind, I'd like to treat you to dinner to show my gratitude."
Steven declined politely.
Andrea tilted her head, feigning mild indignation. "If you refuse, it'll feel like you're looking down on me."
"...In that case," Steven said with a soft chuckle, "I suppose I have no choice but to accept."
His smile remained warm, his tone gentler now-almost indulgent.
Clatter.
Sandra accidentally knocked over her teacup. Tea spilled across her dress. Her face paled as she forced an awkward smile.
"Sorry... you two continue talking. I'll go change."
Andrea watched her hurry away, mockery flickering through her eyes.
So Sandra had already liked Steven back then.
In her previous life, she had even foolishly asked Sandra for advice on how to pursue him.
Stupid beyond saving.
After Sandra went upstairs, she never came back down.
Andrea had no interest in staring at Steven's hypocritical face any longer. They agreed on a dinner time, exchanged a few polite words, and Steven soon took his leave.
Andrea stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching his tall figure disappear into the distance.
In her previous life, she had watched him leave like this too-only back then, her heart had been full of anticipation for their next meeting.
Now?
There was nothing left but hatred.
A cold smile curved Andrea's lips.
She whispered to his retreating back: "See you soon, Steven."
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"No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating."
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Beatrice Whitmore died once already.
She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel - not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton.
Which is perfect.
Because survival comes with rules.
A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she's despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide.
Being terrible should be easy.
Until Captain Theodore Ashford - decorated war hero, heir to an estate as vast as his ego - refuses to despise her. Immune to her schemes, unfazed by her insults, he watches her with knowing amusement... as if he sees through every calculated performance.
Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot.
Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it.
Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive - without falling for the only man who doesn't hate her.
Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess...
Cruelty might be her only way out
7.9
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Then take a deep breath... •ON MY KNEES, DADDY• is ready to leave you soaked, breathless, and aching for more.
This is a raw, erotic collection of dominant men who don't ask-they take. And their submissives? Oh, they beg. They kneel. They come apart, over and over.
Inside, you'll find stories that cross every line: hotel-room threesomes, forbidden stepdaddy fantasies, one-night stands, rough office sex, taboo roleplay, and the kind of dirty stories that will have your thighs clenched and your fingers wandering.
Warning: These pages drip with sin. Read in private, or get caught dripping. 18+ only.
8.7
Isabelle couldn't stop drinking as the music pounded through the club. She was trying to drown out the image of her best friend, Aurora, who was pregnant with her fiancé's child, on what should have been Isabelle's engagement night.
But fate had other plans. When an employee calls in sick, Isabelle volunteers to fill in, unaware she is about to walk straight into the arms of Don Miller-the club's most powerful and dangerous client. He was ruthless, commanding, and known for treating women as playthings. Don doesn't believe in love... until Isabelle.
One glance, one reckless touch, and something shifts. She stirs a hunger in him he thought he'd buried forever. And when he learns what broke her, Don makes Isabelle an indecent offer:
He promises to mend her shattered heart and destroy everyone who betrayed her-if she surrenders to him completely.
Two broken souls. One dark deal.
Isabelle is about to learn that submission might just be the sweetest form of revenge. What begins as a dangerous bargain soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more intoxicating than either expected.
Maybe love isn't always gentle. Sometimes it's an obsession. Sometimes it's surrender. And sometimes... it's the most exquisite kind of ruin.
7.5
In a world where wolf clans rule kingdoms of fire, shadow, and storm, one girl is forgotten... until she rises.
Betrayed by her own pack and cast out into the frozen wastelands, she survives only by forging a bond with a legendary white direwolf-an ancient spirit of vengeance. Once scorned, underestimated, and left for dead, she claws her way back from Omega to Alpha, mastering frost and fury, outsmarting rival Alphas, and commanding armies with ruthless precision.
But destiny isn't done testing her. The Moon Goddess binds her to three fated mates-a brooding Fire Prince, a cunning Shadow Alpha, and a loyal Iceborn warrior-each demanding her heart, each threatening her autonomy. Will she surrender to prophecy... or claim them all?
Her choice will reshape kingdoms, ignite battles, and redefine what it truly means to be a Queen. This is the story of the Alpha Queen. This is the Reign of Ice.
7.6
"Men will stain your white," a friend once told me during a business trip to Africa. I laughed it off as a joke. I wish I hadn't.
I'm Amelia, a powerful real estate mogul feared across the industry. In my late thirties, I had everything; wealth, beauty, and control. Marriage? Not on my list... until I met him; a struggling fashion designer who turned one night of fun into a lifetime commitment.
They say never trust the loyalty of a broke man. I learned it the hard way. I married him, loved him, even aborted my second child to save our marriage. But love is blind, and mine cost me everything; my womb, my child, my freedom.
He betrayed me with another woman, and in my rage, I killed him. That night destroyed my life; my parents' company collapsed, my best friend died, and I was sentenced to rot in prison.
Until I woke up; three years in the past.
On my best friend's wedding day... to the same man who murdered her.
This time, I stopped the wedding. This time, I'll make them all pay.
But fate plays cruel games.
One night of revenge led me into the arms of a powerful ex-biker; a Trillionaire with a dangerous past.
I ran away with our 5 little secrets.
And now, he won't stop until he has me.
9.7
The Last Ledger
9.7
The Last Ledger
Kira Bennett had spent her entire life in the quiet margins. A meticulous, introverted accountant, she preferred the certainty of numbers over the unpredictable tangle of human emotions. Her days were predictable, her nights uneventful, and her world small by design. Until one ordinary evening-one misplaced flash drive-shattered the safety she thought would last forever.
It arrived by mistake, slipped into her files as casually as a memo. But the contents were anything but ordinary. Inside that unassuming drive lay the kind of evidence that could topple an empire-financial trails of corruption, coded transactions, offshore accounts, and the darkest revelation of all: murder. Kira understood numbers better than anyone. But these numbers told a story of greed, blood, and betrayal on a scale she'd never imagined.
Before she could make sense of what she'd uncovered, the threat came knocking. A silent team-merciless, efficient, and trained to erase problems-was dispatched to eliminate her. Kira had always believed preparation and order could protect her from chaos. But rules and caution meant nothing when hunted by ghosts who moved with lethal precision.
Then came Donovan Hale.
Handsome, reckless, and infuriatingly charismatic, Donovan was the last person she expected to crash into her life-and the only person capable of keeping her alive. As the estranged son of the corporation whose secrets the flash drive threatened to expose, Donovan had spent years rejecting his father's empire. He carried his own battle scars, his own buried fury at the rot beneath the polished corporate surface. Bringing the empire down wasn't just rebellion-it was justice. And Kira's accidental discovery was the weapon he'd been waiting for.
Their partnership formed out of necessity, but it was far from seamless. Kira, methodical and cautious, struggled to keep pace with Donovan's impulsive, risk-driven strategies. Donovan, who thrived in chaos, found himself both amused and frustrated by her rigid logic and quiet determination. Yet beneath their clashing styles, an unexpected respect began to grow-a recognition of strength in each other neither had anticipated.
Danger pushed them closer. Every narrow escape, every tense hideout, every shared secret deepened a connection neither of them was ready for. Attraction simmered between them-sharp, undeniable, and every bit as dangerous as the mercenaries chasing them. Kira had never imagined desire could feel like a second heartbeat; Donovan had never imagined he could care for someone who didn't come wrapped in adrenaline and trouble. But love thrives in the shadows where fear and trust collide. And for the first time, they both found something worth fighting for beyond survival.
As they raced through underground networks, abandoned warehouses, and the hidden corners of a city built on deceit, the truth behind the crime ring grew clearer-and more terrifying. The empire's reach was long. Its enforcers were merciless. Allies turned into liabilities. Safe houses became traps. Every step closer to justice carried a heavier cost, and every choice demanded sacrifice.
For Kira, the transformation was profound. The woman who once sought safety in routine discovered a resilience forged in fire. For Donovan, the battle became personal in ways he'd never expected, as protecting Kira forced him to confront the ghosts of his family's legacy-and the man he wanted to become.
Their enemies closed in with suffocating precision, determined to silence them before the truth could surface. But Kira and Donovan were no longer running-they were fighting back. Armed with the damning evidence on the drive, a strategic mind sharpened by terror, and a partnership burning with equal parts adrenaline and longing, they pushed toward the heart of the conspiracy.
The Last Ledger is a gripping fusion of suspense, danger, and electrifying romance. It follows two unlikely allies thrust into extraordinary circumstances-one seeking escape from chaos, the other born from it. Their journey weaves through betrayal, hidden agendas, and high-stakes confrontations, all while exploring the fierce, fragile bond that grows between them.
In the end, their mission is not just to expose corruption but to survive long enough to see justice delivered. And along the way, they discover that the most powerful force in a world built on lies isn't money, secrecy, or control.
It's the unexpected bond between a woman who never wanted the spotlight
and a man who'd spent his life running from it.
Together, they are dangerous.
Together, they are unstoppable.
Together, they are the last hope to bring an empire to its knees.