Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge

To save my family from ruin, I remarried my billionaire ex-husband, Jaxon Lowe. He held my late mother' s locket hostage, forcing me back into a gilded cage where I endured his cold contempt and his very public affair. I played the part of the silent, obedient wife he demanded, building a wall of ice around my heart just to survive. But my obedience didn't protect me. He abandoned me in a torrential downpour to rescue his mistress, Ivory. Then, he broke his one promise. He let Ivory have my mother's locket pulled from auction, the very reason for my sacrifice, simply because she found it "unlucky." That final betrayal led me straight into the hands of his business rival, where I was tortured and left for dead. But I survived. Four months later, Jaxon found me. He stood before me, tears streaming down his face, holding the now-repaired locket and begging for forgiveness. I took back what was mine. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice calm and final. "And I never want to see you again."

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Chapter 2

Ava POV:

I sat with earbuds in, pretending to rest, the soft music a shield between me and the hostile world. It took the edge off their sharp words. It was a small act of rebellion, a way to reclaim a sliver of peace.

Jaxon watched me. He sighed, a sound of resignation.

"My friends were out of line," he said, his voice coming through faintly over the music. I removed one earbud.

"I heard you," I replied, my voice flat.

He ran a hand through his hair.

"They shouldn't have spoken to you like that," he continued. "You are still my wife, Ava. They need to respect that."

It was a hollow defense, a performance for an audience that wasn't listening. He never stopped his friends when they humiliated me. He just let it happen. It was another way to assert his power, another chip away at my spirit. He took another drink. Then he started to explain.

"Ivory… she's a promising student at Columbia. Bright, but she comes from a difficult background. She's on scholarship, trying to make ends meet." He paused, as if expecting a reaction. I gave him none.

"It's just… a mutually beneficial arrangement," he said, his voice calmer now, almost casual. "She needs support, I… well, I enjoy her company. Nothing more. She knows her place. It doesn't change anything between us. You are my wife. My public face."

I looked at him, my expression blank. He wanted me to believe him, to be soothed by his empty words. But I saw through it all. He wanted me to be a compliant, decorative wife who didn't threaten his image. He wanted me to be okay with being replaced in his bed, as long as I kept my mouth shut.

I remained silent. He raised his voice slightly.

"Are you even listening, Ava?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Yes, Jaxon," I replied, my voice betraying no emotion. "I am listening."

He leaned forward, his gaze piercing. I returned his stare with a vacant look, then quickly resumed my position, resting my head against the back of the couch, eyes closed. The mask was back on.

"I remember you once said that a man of your stature needs… variety," I murmured, my eyes still closed. "You said it keeps you sharp, keeps things interesting. I understand. You also said that a smart woman knows when to look the other way."

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"I feel for Ivory, though," I added, my voice soft. "It must be hard for her, in her situation. I hope you are gentle with her. She seems vulnerable."

I watched him, waiting for his approval, a slight shift in his demeanor that would indicate I had said the right thing, played my part perfectly.

His small smile vanished. His jaw tightened. The air in the car shifted. The car, which had been moving, suddenly jerked to a stop on the side of the road. I opened my eyes fully.

His voice dropped, low and dangerous.

"What are you doing, Ava?" he hissed. "Are you trying to make trouble again?"

I pulled out my earbuds, genuinely surprised.

"Trouble? Jaxon, no," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just… wishing you well. Supporting you, as a wife should."

My "perfect" response seemed to ignite something in him. His eyes flared with a fury I hadn't seen in months.

"Ava!" he snarled, his voice a low growl. "Stop it!"

I sat motionless, waiting. I knew this rage. I had seen it too many times before. A sudden downpour lashed against the windows, heavy drops drumming on the roof. The car filled with the oppressive silence, punctuated only by the drumming rain. The atmosphere inside became heavier, mirroring the storm outside.

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When gifted cellist Vivienne Aurel inherits her late father's catastrophic $4.2 million debt, she expects to lose everything. She doesn't expect the debt to be bought by Caspian Vane, the most feared private equity magnate in New York. Caspian doesn't want to ruin her; he wants her to work exclusively for him as the artistic director of his new cultural foundation for eighteen months. Forced into his world under a binding agreement, Vivienne prepares to fight against a cold, transactional cage. But as the intense, quiet proximity between them begins to blur the lines of their contract, she discovers a terrifying truth: the man who now owns her future has been watching her from the shadows long before she ever knew his name.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.4

Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge

9.4

I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured. But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside. "She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked. "Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal." My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark. When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen. "Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal." They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life. At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor. They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding. They killed the baby in my womb. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end. But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews. I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream. As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession. I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.

Action Romance Young Adult

8.7

He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge

8.7

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Action Mafia Romance

7.2

His Obsession: Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire

7.2

Blurb: They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right. Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world. But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape. What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction. Then everything shattered. A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks. When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same. Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in. But Xavier has made one thing clear. He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears. Even if it means losing her forever.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.0

My First Love, My Last Revenge

9.0

My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung up on me. Later, his stepmother put him on speakerphone so I could hear him laugh off our entire relationship. "Tell her it was just for fun," he said. "She shouldn't take it so seriously." Just for fun. The words shattered me. I got rid of our son, took the hush money, and vanished. The girl who loved him died that day. In her place, I became "Nine," a ruthless operative forged in betrayal. Now, five years later, an explosion has left me with "amnesia." When the police ask who will be my guardian, I point to the man who broke my world. "Him," I say with a shy smile. "He's the most handsome."

Action Modern Romance

7.3

Silent Regret

7.3

Louisa Vale's life was shattered when her best friend betrayed her and the man she loved did nothing to stop it. Humiliated and alone, she vows to rebuild her life and never let anyone hurt her again. Then Keon Ashford enters her world. Confident, powerful, and relentless, he challenges everything Louisa believes about trust and love. Despite her anger and desire for revenge, she cannot ignore the pull between them. Louisa wants to protect her heart, yet desire and unresolved anger are harder to ignore than she imagined. Can she survive betrayal and find love again, or will regret follow her forever?

Action Adventure Romance

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