STUCK WITH MY BEST-FREIND'S DAD (Revenge On My Cheating Ex-Husband)
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?
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Chapter 6
VIONNE'S POV
...WEEKS LATER ....
I sat on my small bed, in my small space. A dream about him had me waking up with a grin.
I said small space because I'd gotten myself this tiny apartment after my dad took the house I was living in.
I couldn't stay with Maddie. She welcomed me, sure-but she had her boyfriend living there too. I disagreed.
These past few weeks, I cried myself to sleep every day, knowing I'd lost everything. Family. Houses. Good clothes. Jewellery. My job. Money to Nora.
Any good thing you can think of. Gone.
The PJ Mask I'm wearing now and the few clothes I have left-I bought those during my last shopping trip.
I tried finding a job, but no company would hire me. I know my family had a hand in that.
It's obvious my dad had forgotten I used to be the backbone of all his companies. They really wanted my life to be miserable. And guess what? It's working.
Last night, before bed, I made sure to take my mind off them and focus on me. Indeed, I was starting life from square ZERO.
Thinking of that made my eyes sting and my heart ache. The question was: where do I even start?
It was early morning. Sunlight poured through my small window, casting a soft glow.
My stomach rumbled. Hunger had been a constant companion these past few weeks. Those worms in my guts had no idea my pocket change would vanish in a blink.
Still, through all my ups and downs, there was one person who made me feel hopeful.
And you know what? It was him. The elegant, aged, handsome god I'd been with at the club.
Gosh... that dream had been too good.
I hated that I couldn't get him out of my head. I mean... he was old enough to be my father, right?
A sharp ping from my phone sliced through my thoughts, dragging me back to reality.
"The fuck... who's that?" I muttered, slipping off the bed to grab my phone from the nightstand.
My stomach tightened when I saw whose name was on the screen.
It was a text message. I read through it
"'Hello, sister, I just got a delivery man to come give you an envelope. Congratulations to me, and you are invited to my wedding. Hope to see you there. Don't be a stranger. XOXO.
"Fuck you, Nora! Fuck all of you!" I cursed, anger shaking my entire body. I almost threw my phone across the room.
How the hell? Does she know my address?
I fell back onto the bed, my fist gripping my hair as though it could stop the boiling rage inside me.
Wedding? What the hell? They had already planned that.
Did I even have a proper dress for a wedding I was being invited to? Definitely to mock me. I boiled.
"You must be out of your mind, Nora. Honestly, you need to go to rehab," I muttered, fingers already flying across my phone keyboard.
Then... a small, sharp knock on my wooden door made me freeze mid-typing.
My heart skipped. My eyes darted toward the door. My neighbourhood was rough, sketchy. There was no security. I could literally get killed here. This wasn't the life I planned for myself.
That might be the delivery man Nora sent, I thought, carefully standing from the bed.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
My eyes locked with a strange man in uniform. I exhaled slowly. At least he didn't look like a threat.
"Good morning, Miss. You've got a package," he said.
I rolled my eyes at him, confused. I wasn't expecting anything.
"This is a little note. Reading it might help," he added, reaching for his shirt pocket and slipping out a beautifully designed envelope.
I watched his every movement. He looked... suspicious. Or maybe I was just paranoid.
I brought the note closer to my face. 'My eyes scan properly,' it read.
'Sender: Anonymous. However, you just have to follow all the instructions in this envelope.'
My breath caught. Heat crept to my neck, and the envelope trembled in my fingers.
This wasn't from Nora. Definitely not.
"Are you okay?" the man asked, eyes flashing with surprise at my sudden mood shift.
I stepped back instinctively. "I'm supposed to be asking you that, dude! What game are you playing?" I screeched. Fear coursed through me.
He looked confused. Maybe he was pretending.
"Who... sent you? Anonymous?"
"I'm really sorry. It's a gift. The client didn't want to deliver it personally," he explained, then showed me an ID from his pocket. "I mean no harm. This is DAMI Logistics."
I squinted. Okay... employer. Legit. Trusted. I'd used them before.
"Oh my God," I whispered, a mix of relief and lingering anxiety.
I huffed roughly, trying to stay calm, though a flicker of fear lingered in my chest.
I scanned him from head to toe. "Alright... but I don't think I've ever seen their drivers wear this uniform," I said, skeptical.
"It's new, miss," he said softly, smiling. Polite... but still intimidating.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, and thanks for the package," I said, taking it from him.
"You're welcome. Have a good day," he replied, then disappeared.
"That's a gentleman right there," I muttered. "A lot of good men... and I married a cheater. A nicompo."
I shut the door and stumbled into my room, tossing the package onto the bed.
My eyes blurred. I staggered, trying not to collapse.
"What the hell is still messing with me?" I whispered, rubbing my temples.
Hunger gnawed at me.
But I needed to see what was inside.
I hesitated, scared yet curious.
My morning routine had to wait.
What if it's a bomb? Trusted company or not, anything was possible.
I climbed onto the bed and started unboxing the package.
Inside was a box from Louis Vuitton.
I froze. "What... this is getting more terrifying," I muttered.
Could this really be Nora? Mocking me again with fake designer goods?
My fingers continued unwrapping.
It was real.
Not a trick.
Guess what I found?
"Unbelievable... who the hell sent this?" I exclaimed, genuinely confused and scared.
My family couldn't have sent it. Impossible.
It wasn't Maddie-she literally couldn't afford this.
Then... who?
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9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
****
There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
9.1
The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery.
They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth.
Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow.
Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world.
"We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground."
But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open.
8.6
For two years, I was trapped behind my own eyes, a prisoner in my own skull.
A crazed fan had hijacked my body after a brutal car crash, wearing my skin like a cheap suit.
When my soul finally locked back into my flesh in a cramped hospital room, I realized she had destroyed everything I built.
This parasitic stalker had drained my massive fortune to zero, buying luxury gifts for a mediocre actor and turning me into the internet's most hated woman.
My phone was flooded with death threats, and the hashtag demanding I go to hell was trending at number one.
Even the hospital nurses despised me. One marched into my room, raising her hand to violently slap my pale cheek.
"You psychotic bitch, you make me sick!"
Worse, my sprawling Beverly Hills estate had been foreclosed and sold to a mysterious billionaire named Kasey Dominguez.
I had absolutely nothing left. No money. No reputation. No home.
The sheer violation of watching a psychotic stranger ruin my life while I was locked in the passenger seat of my own mind made my blood boil.
I refused to let her destroy my legacy.
As the nurse's hand descended, my atrophied muscles snapped into action.
I twisted her wrist until the joint popped, grabbed the keys to my freedom, and slipped out into the cold Los Angeles night.
I was going to take my life back, starting with the billionaire who thought he owned my house.