She Sent Them to Hell
Melanie had been in a secret relationship with her best friend's brother, Ethan, for five years, and finally, he agreed to make it public.
Her best friend excitedly called to confirm, "Melanie, I can't believe my brother's sweetheart is you..."
Just as she was about to nod, she heard her friend say, "Half-sister? I thought he would like you."
That single sentence hit Melanie like a ton of bricks. In a frenzy, she rushed to the company to confront Ethan for clarification.
Unexpectedly, she overheard him confessing his deep feelings to his half-sister.
"Rosalyn, you're the only one I love," he declared. "Marrying her was just to protect you. Keeping her nearby ensures she won't dig into her mother's accident and won't harm you!"
Upon discovering the truth, Melanie decided to accept the marriage to turn the tables on him.
However, after obtaining the marriage certificate, she realized she might have married the wrong person...
Before she could regret it, Ethan's rival, swept her into his arms. "You think you can just up and leave after tying the knot?"
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Chapter 5
"No thanks." Melanie instinctively refused.
Tears immediately welled up in Rosalyn's eyes. "Melanie, do you really dislike me that much?"
Ethan's expression darkened from the driver's seat. "Melanie, is this how you speak to your superior?"
Melanie's lips curved into a mocking smile. "Mr. Dawson, it's after work hours now."
"Forget it, Ethan. Since Melanie hates me so much, I'll just leave." Rosalyn cried pitifully, as though she had suffered the greatest injustice.
Ethan's gaze turned icy. "Melanie, if you don't come, I'm not sure what might happen to your mother's grave."
"You..." The blatant threat ignited a blaze of fury in Melanie's chest.
Her mother was already dead, yet Ethan still refused to let her rest in peace.
She clenched her fists tightly and stared at Ethan with burning hatred.
Beside him, Rosalyn's eyes flashed with a trace of triumph.
Melanie thought of her plan and knew she could not let everything fall apart now.
She took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her emotions.
Reluctantly, she got into the car.
At the dinner table, Rosalyn leaned close to her ear with a wine glass in hand. "Melanie, why don't you drink this for me tonight?"
Melanie was about to refuse when Rosalyn gave a sly smile. "Melanie, if something happens to me because I drank, who knows what might happen to your dead mother..."
Melanie froze. She reached out and downed the entire glass in one gulp.
In the end, Melanie lost count of how much she had drunk.
Suddenly her stomach churned violently. She rushed to the restroom.
Ethan acted as if he saw nothing and continued serving food to Rosalyn with gentle care.
Melanie vomited until the world spun around her.
All at once, she fell into a drunken embrace. "Hey beautiful, let me take good care of you."
The words snapped Melanie half-sober in an instant. "Let go of me, you bastard!"
Melanie slapped the man with all her strength and ran toward the door.
"Damn it! You bitch dare to hit me? You're asking for death!" The man grabbed her hair viciously, threw her to the floor, and began tearing at her clothes.
"Let me go! Help!" Melanie struggled and screamed desperately.
Through the glass door, she suddenly caught sight of Rosalyn's eerie smile.
It was her.
Everything had been orchestrated by Rosalyn.
"Rosalyn, why are you standing outside?" The next second, a familiar voice sounded.
"Ethan, why did you come out?" Panic flashed in Rosalyn's eyes.
"I saw you go to the restroom and you didn't come back for so long. I was worried. I thought I just heard Melanie's voice. Where is she?"
Melanie heard Ethan's voice and tried to call for help, but the man clamped his hand tightly over her mouth.
"Melanie already left."
"Ethan, save me!" Melanie struggled to force out muffled words.
Ethan seemed to sense something and started to step forward to check.
Rosalyn suddenly swayed on her feet and collapsed into Ethan's arms. "Ethan, I feel dizzy."
Ethan immediately picked her up in concern and hurried away.
As the footsteps faded into the distance, a tear of utter despair slid from the corner of Melanie's eye.
"Now no one will interrupt us." The drunkard grinned lewdly. His greasy hand reached toward her.
In her struggle, Melanie's phone somehow dialed a number.
"Hello, Melanie?" It was Mathew Fuller's voice.
"Mathew, save me!" She cried out in desperation.
The voice on the other end turned urgent at once. "Melanie, what happened? Where are you?"
Before Melanie could answer, the phone was brutally stomped to pieces.
The next second, the man grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the floor.
Melanie's strength faded rapidly. She suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing her in such a pitiful state only excited the drunkard more.
He pinned her down and leaned in eagerly.
Melanie closed her eyes in complete despair.
At that moment, the restroom door was kicked open with a thunderous crash.
"Melanie!" Mathew burst in with his men.
When he saw the scene inside, rage filled his eyes.
Before the drunkard could react, Mathew kicked him flying. The man crashed against the wall and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The drunkard instinctively opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw who it was, terror made him nearly lose control. He dropped to the ground, begging for mercy.
Mathew didn't even spare him a glance. He coldly ordered his men. "Take care of him."
Then he carefully lifted Melanie, who was covered in wounds, into his arms. His eyes were full of heartache and regret. "Melanie, I'm sorry I came too late."
At that moment, Melanie could no longer hold on. In his strong embrace, she finally lost consciousness.
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"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry you, Jillian," Sir Zach told me. His face was dead serious, as if he had already made up his mind.
"What do you mean, marry me? Hey! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! There is no reason for me to marry someone like you!" I snapped at him.
It felt like he was trying to dictate every single thing I did, even though he wasn't even my boyfriend.
"I have a reason to marry you, Jillian. Something happened between us, don't you remember? You were actually the one who kissed me that night you were completely wasted," he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard at his words. Right. Something did happen between us. But it wasn't intentional. Someone had drugged my drink, which was why I acted that way the night he pulled me away from the "friends" I thought were genuine.
"So, there's no reason to say 'no,' my future wife," he said with a wink.
It looks like there's no way out for me. I'm actually going to be the wife of Sir Zach-my professor and the one person I'm always at odds with.
7.4
Tonight was supposed to be Cordelia's grand engagement party, the night she finally secured her future.
But an hour before the banquet, she received an anonymous video. Her fiancé was in the hotel's penthouse, tangled in the sheets with her stepsister. They had even paid off her trusted staff to keep her isolated.
Cordelia didn't shed a single tear. She walked onto the grand stage, hijacked the screens, and broadcasted their betrayal to hundreds of New York's elite. She tore up the multimillion-dollar prenup and threw the pieces in his face.
"The engagement is canceled. My legal team will seize your family's assets by tomorrow morning."
But instead of support, her own father violently grabbed her wrist, furious that she ruined their reputation. Her stepmother tried to slap her for the cameras, and her ex-fiancé threatened to completely destroy her career. Surrounded by the people who were supposed to be her family, she was treated like the villain.
Just as she was cornered, Justice Duncan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street, stepped out of the shadows.
He offered her absolute protection and capital, but only if she signed a five-year contract marriage to mother his four-year-old heir.
But when Cordelia finally met the little boy, her blood ran completely cold.
The boy was the exact baby she was told she had miscarried four years ago. And the billionaire handing her the marriage contract was the same stranger who had taken him.
7.1
Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time.
So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees.
She expected nerves.
She expected heat.
She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone.
He didn't ask for her name.
He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten."
And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible.
But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room.
Because the man who owned her body last night?
Is her stepfather's brother.
Her step-uncle.
Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around.
He says it was supposed to be one night.
But the way he touches her?
The way he stares at her like he's starving?
He doesn't want to let go.
And neither does she.
Even if it means losing everything.
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
8.2
For five years, I was the invisible glue holding Damien Crawford together. I was the one who pulled him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone marrow when he was on death's door. I even gave up a full-ride scholarship to MIT just to be his nurse.
Yet, he believed his mistress, Hadley, was his savior. To him, I was just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans—a piece of furniture he could abuse while he planned his wedding to another woman.
But his cruelty didn't stop at verbal abuse. When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the car, choosing to comfort Hadley over a fake panic attack instead.
His mother even slashed the tires to ensure I couldn't leave.
While my father died cold and alone, Damien stabbed a needle into my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to the fact that the scars on my skin were the receipt for his life.
He didn't know he was torturing the only person who had ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for crumbs of affection died along with her father that day.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number saved simply as a dot.
"He's dead," I whispered to the man on the other end—Anderson Morrison, the city's most feared Don and my sworn protector.
"I'm coming," he replied, his voice lethal. "And I'm bringing the army."
It was time to show Damien that he hadn't just mistreated a maid; he had declared war on a Queen.
8.4
For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss.
When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away.
I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment.
But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child.
His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock.
Julian knew nothing about this.
“Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.”
When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum.
He didn't know our child was gone.
He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away.
In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany.
I will leave him forever.