Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
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Chapter 5
Audie balanced a scalding cup of black coffee in one hand as she speed-walked through the open floor plan of her Wall Street investment bank.
The chaotic noise of ringing phones and shouting traders faded into the background.
She reached her supervisor's glass-walled office and slapped the thick, bound Jarvis Dynamics analysis report onto his desk.
The loud smack of paper hitting wood made him jump.
He flipped through the first three pages, a look of genuine surprise and approval washing over his face. He waved a hand, signaling her to keep pushing.
Audie walked back to her cubicle.
The second her skirt hit the mesh fabric of her desk chair, her internal phone line began to flash red.
She picked up the receiver.
"Audie," the receptionist whispered, her voice tight with panic. "There is a man named Ryder down here. He's screaming at the security guards."
Audie's stomach dropped. A hot flash of pure rage seared through her veins.
"I'll be right down."
She grabbed her security badge and marched toward the elevators.
When the doors opened to the ground-floor lobby, she saw him.
Ryder was being blocked at the main reception desk by two massive security guards, his face red as he screamed her name.
His eyes were bloodshot, the dark circles under them making him look deranged.
"Did you find some old Wall Street sugar daddy to pay your rent?" he spat, his lips curling into an ugly sneer.
Dozens of corporate professionals in tailored suits stopped walking. Eyes turned toward them.
Audie didn't blink. Her expression was absolute ice.
She lifted the half-full plastic cup of iced Americano she had quickly grabbed from her own desk on her way out.
With a flick of her wrist, she threw the dark, freezing liquid directly into Ryder's face.
The ice cubes hit his forehead with a sharp smack.
The brown coffee dripped down his nose, staining the crisp white collar of his expensive dress shirt.
Ryder gasped, his mouth falling open in sheer shock. He stood frozen, water dripping from his chin.
"If you ever show your face at my office again," Audie said, her voice deadly quiet but carrying perfectly across the silent lobby, "I will file a restraining order before you hit the sidewalk."
She turned around, swiped her badge against the scanner, and walked through the turnstile.
She left Ryder standing in a puddle of coffee, his face burning red with humiliated rage.
When Audie finally sat back down at her desk, her hands were shaking slightly from the adrenaline.
Her cell phone vibrated violently against the wood of her desk.
The screen flashed: Eleanor Bell.
Audie squeezed her eyes shut. She grabbed the phone and walked quickly into the empty, soundproof breakroom.
She pressed the green button and held the phone to her ear.
"Audie," Eleanor's voice was sharp, arrogant, and carried the weight of absolute authority.
Eleanor didn't mention the email. She didn't ask how Audie was.
She immediately started talking about the quarterly yields on Liam's medical trust fund.
"The market has been volatile," Eleanor lied smoothly. "As the legal guardian of the trust, I might have to freeze the disbursements for his medical care next month."
Audie's fingers dug into the edge of the breakroom counter.
"What do you want, Eleanor?" Audie asked, her voice tight, fighting the panic rising in her chest.
"There is an engagement party tonight at The Plaza," Eleanor said lightly, as if discussing the weather. "You will attend. You will smile. You will show everyone that the Bell family is united and thrilled for Tatum."
Audie's stomach violently rejected the idea.
They wanted her to stand there and play the supportive sister to the woman who stole her boyfriend.
"No," Audie started to say.
"Liam's surgery bill for next month is forty-two thousand dollars," Eleanor stated, cutting her off completely.
The number hit Audie like a physical punch to the gut.
Her salary couldn't cover a fraction of that.
Audie bit down on the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted the sharp metallic tang of copper.
"Fine," Audie forced the word out of her throat.
Eleanor let out a soft, victorious hum and ended the call.
The dial tone buzzed in Audie's ear.
She lowered the phone and stared out the breakroom window at the gray concrete jungle of Manhattan.
Her thumb rubbed furiously against her knuckles.
If they wanted her at that party, she would go. But she was going to make them regret it.
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The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
9.3
She sells flowers. He spills blood. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. Elena Rossi has always lived quietly among roses and lilies, dreaming of love as gentle as the petals she arranges. She thought she found it in Daniel, the man she planned to marry. Until her wedding day when a dangerous stranger walked into the church and shattered everything. Adrian Volkov is a king in the underworld, a man feared for his ruthlessness and power. But to him, Elena is not just a prize. She is an obsession. A storm he cannot live without. And he will burn the world and anyone in it, to claim her. Torn from the life she knew, Elena resists him, manipulates him, and even runs from him. But Adrian is relentless. His love is dark, his touch both punishing and tender, and his obsession inescapable. When betrayal and bloodshed close in, Elena must face the truth: She doesn't just fear him. She doesn't just hate him. She loves him. Petals and Blood is a haunting, passionate tale of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that blooms in shadows.
7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
8.9
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below.
I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty.
Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first.
I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated.
Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child?
I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.