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 4
Outside, the deciduous trees in the yard stood bare and desolate. In the garden, a lone rosebush bloomed stubbornly against the cold, its deep red petals sharp against the winter gray.
"Andrea, why are you dressed so lightly? You'll catch a cold."
Charles had just returned home and immediately spotted his daughter standing by the window. Concern filled his eyes.
Andrea's heart jolted. Tears instantly welled up. It was her father-the man who had loved her the most.
She spun around and threw herself into his arms. In her previous life, she had ignored his objections and insisted on marrying Steven-breaking his heart completely.
"Dad... I missed you so much. I'm sorry..."
"Silly girl," Charles laughed, stroking her hair. "Didn't we just see each other this morning?" Then his tone turned serious. "Andrea, no more dangerous behavior. Dad's getting old-I can't handle scares like that."
She nodded vigorously. "Dad, from now on, I'll listen to you. I won't make you angry anymore."
"My Andrea has grown up." He sighed with relief, then deliberately put on a stern face. "Go upstairs and put on something warmer. You're still recovering."
"Okay, okay-I'll listen." She hugged him tightly, then ran upstairs.
From the second-floor landing, Melinda watched the scene with barely concealed jealousy. Her usually stern husband rarely smiled at her or Sandra-but with Andrea, he never held back his warmth.
Had he ever truly cared about her, his wife?
"Good evening, Auntie," Andrea greeted sweetly as they passed on the stairs.
Melinda smiled gently. "Go change and come down for dinner."
Once Andrea disappeared upstairs, Melinda's smile slowly faded. A chill crept into her eyes, replacing the warmth with something cold and calculating.
At dinner, Charles kept adding food to Andrea's plate until it formed a small mountain.
"Dad, if you keep feeding me like this, I'm going to turn into a little pig."
"A pig would still be adorable," he laughed. "You've lost weight. Here, have some soup."
He filled half her bowl with chicken soup, then poured some for Sandra and Darius as well.
"Thank you, Uncle Charles," Sandra said softly as she accepted the bowl.
Inside, bitterness surged through her chest.
No matter how hard she tried, she would never compare to his biological daughter.
...
The next day was Sunday-and also the day Andrea and Steven had planned to go out together.
She woke early, dressed herself beautifully, and calmly took in Sandra's barely hidden jealousy.
Just after nine, Steven arrived to pick her up. Dressed in a black overcoat, he looked refined and striking.
Andrea skipped toward him, her expression bright and innocent.
"Good morning."
"Good morning," he replied, his gaze so gentle it almost seemed to melt.
She smiled sweetly. With the nanny's help, she slipped on a white cape-like coat, looking like a porcelain doll. Grabbing her purse, she turned to Sandra.
"Sandra, are you sure you don't want to come? He's not a stranger. It'd be more fun with more people, right?"
She tilted her head toward Steven, eyes curved in a smile. "Don't you think so?"
For some reason, he felt the urge to ruffle her hair. But as his gaze swept over the Reed family's understated luxury, the thought faded.
He smiled politely. "Andrea's right. Sandra, why don't you join us?"
Sandra's eyes lit up.
'He called my name.'
Her heart raced. She wanted to shout yes-but when she saw Andrea secretly blink at her, looking almost pleading, she forced herself to calm down.
She smiled stiffly. "I already have plans with a friend. You two go ahead and have fun."
"That's a shame," Andrea said lightly, waving. "We'll be off then."
Steven nodded politely.
The moment they disappeared through the gate, Sandra grabbed a vase and smashed it onto the floor. Porcelain shattered as her beautiful face twisted with rage and jealousy.
"How long do I have to endure this?!" she screamed in the master bedroom.
"I liked him first! Why should I give him to that bitch Andrea?! I'm not willing-I'm not! He likes me too! We're meant to be together!"
Melinda pressed a finger hard against her forehead, furious.
"That poor boy again? What's so special about him? You're going to marry into a wealthy family someday. Stop wasting time on nobodies!"
"You can't say that!" Sandra shouted back.
"He may be poor now, but he's capable and ambitious! He'll succeed! I like men with drive!"
"Foolish!" Melinda snapped.
"No connections, no capital-no matter how hard he works, the best he'll ever be is a middle manager. He already lost at the starting line compared to real heirs."
She frowned, her patience wearing thin.
"Listen to me. With your stepfather's position, marrying into a wealthy family will be easy. Why cling to a poor man and make life harder for yourself?"
She paused, then added casually, "That Frederick Brown-he's interested in you, isn't he? He'd be much more suitable."
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9.4
"I'm terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain."
Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No - he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.
"No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating."
-
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
What if your next filthy favorite story started with a moan... and ended with "Yes, Daddy"?
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.