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 6
Melanie woke up to the sharp smell of disinfectant.
The first thing she saw was Mathew looking somewhat haggard.
"You're finally awake." Mathew's voice trembled slightly as he pulled her into his arms with emotion.
"Melanie, you have no idea how close I came to losing you forever." His words tumbled out messily and his eyes grew moist.
"It was Rosalyn, I saw her with my own eyes," she said in a hoarse voice.
"I know, I believe you." Mentioning the people who hurt Melanie made Mathew's tone turn vicious. "Don't worry, I'll make everyone who harmed you pay."
Seeing his complete unwavering trust warmed Melanie's heart.
It was the second time since her mother's death that she felt truly valued and trusted.
After the surge of emotion passed, she remembered the most important thing. "Did you get the evidence from the Dawson Group?"
Mathew shook his head. "The Dawson Group's system security is too tight, my people are still trying to crack it."
Melanie took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "One week from now is Rosalyn's celebration banquet, the whole company will be there. That will be the perfect opportunity."
She would give the two of them a grand gift.
For several days Ethan did not see Melanie at all.
"Ethan, Melanie hasn't come to work these past few days, isn't she just throwing a tantrum with you?"
Ethan felt a flash of irritation at the words. How dare Melanie throw a tantrum at him? It seemed he had spoiled Melanie too much over the years. This time he would deliberately ignore her for a few days.
Until the celebration banquet one week later.
Rosalyn had specially chosen the latest high-end custom gown, applied the most exquisite makeup and stood arm in arm with Ethan, basking in everyone's praise and compliments with a smug smile.
But Ethan's mind was elsewhere.
His eyes scanned the room again and again, yet he still could not find Melanie.
A strange uneasiness rose in his chest. "Where's Melanie?"
Rosalyn's eyes flashed with quick hatred before she put on a wronged expression. "Does Melanie really not want to see me? Ethan, since she dislikes me so much, maybe I should just leave."
Ethan felt a flicker of something odd but he still comforted her. "No need, once I get the marriage certificate with her in a couple of days, I'll have her resign and stay home. She won't be able to bully you anymore."
Ethan patted the back of Rosalyn's hand to reassure her. "I think I've indulged her too much. Whether she shows up or not, today is your day. Just ignore her."
Only then did Rosalyn smile brightly. "Ethan, I heard everyone prepared a congratulatory video for me, let's watch it together."
Ethan nodded absentmindedly.
The next second the big screen lit up.
But what appeared on the screen was not the employees' congratulations. Instead it showed two naked bodies entangled together.
Moans of passion filled the entire banquet hall.
A smug gleam flashed in Rosalyn's eyes but her face showed exaggerated shock as she pretended to console. "Ethan, I believe Melanie would never do anything to betray you, this must be a misunderstanding."
But before she could finish the camera zoomed in revealing the two faces clearly.
It was Rosalyn and Ethan.
The room erupted in an instant.
Rosalyn's face turned deathly pale and her whole body trembled.
Ethan's expression darkened. "Turn it off, shut it down now, no one is allowed to spread what happened today. Where's Melanie? Tell her to come see me."
Ethan was convinced Melanie was behind it all.
"Mr. Dawson, Melanie has already resigned, you personally signed the resignation letter." The assistant beside him spoke cautiously.
Ethan froze. "How is that possible?"
At that moment Rosalyn ran out crying. Ethan felt irritated but still chased after her.
Just as he stepped out he ran into Leyla. "Ethan, Melanie is getting married today, can I borrow your sports car?"
Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. "Who is getting married?"
"Melanie, your secretary of course, with Mathew Fuller. What, you didn't get an invitation?" Leyla waved the invitation in her hand.
Mathew Fuller?
His longtime rival Mathew Fuller?
Ethan could not believe it. He snatched the invitation.
On it was clearly written: Bride: Melanie Gilbert.
"No, this is impossible." Ethan staggered, almost unable to stand.
Melanie had always been gentle, obedient and loved him with her whole heart. How could she…
An unprecedented panic surged in his heart. He rushed out like a madman, jumped into his car and sped off.
He floored the accelerator all the way, running more than a dozen red lights until he reached the church.
At that moment Melanie stood on the stage in her wedding gown, about to answer the priest's vows.
The church doors burst open with a bang. Ethan stood there, eyes bloodshot. "Melanie, you can't marry him"
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"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.