The Forsaken Bride
An accidental night of passion between Elena Vance and Cillian Thorne, the undisputed king of power in the capital, resulted in an unexpected pregnancy. However, Elena's envious sister, consumed by greed, stole her identity and successfully positioned herself as Cillian's true love. Elena was cast aside and branded a manipulative social climber who used a pregnancy to trap a man who loathed her.
On their wedding night, while Elena was heavily pregnant, Cillian heartlessly sent her to the operating table. Despite her desperate pleas for the sake of their unborn child, Cillian remained cold: "You aren't worthy of carrying my legacy." He tormented her relentlessly until Elena "died" right before his eyes in a tragic accident.
Four years later...
Elena returns to the city, radiant, successful, and accompanied by a brilliant young child. Only then does Cillian realize he had been blinded by lies Elena was the woman he had been searching for all along.
The once ruthless and tyrannical Cillian Thorne now kneels in the rain, clutching a diamond ring.
"Elena, I was wrong. Let me take you and our child home."
She only offers a frigid smile and looks down at her son.
"Look closely, darling. Remember this face. This is the monster who wanted to kill you before you were even born."
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Chapter 2
"No! I can't! I won't have an abortion!" Elena Vance reflexively refused, the doctor's warning echoing in her mind: an abortion in her weakened state would leave her permanently infertile.
As soon as the words left her mouth, a heavy ceramic teacup flew across the room, striking Elena's forehead. The skin split instantly. Blood mixed with scalding tea, trailing down her pale cheek in a gruesome streak. Already frail from years of forced blood draws, the impact sent her collapsing onto the carpet.
"...Cillian Thorne? Why did you bring me here? What does my pregnancy have to do with you?" Elena's voice was hoarse with desperation. She remembered her cousin mentioning that Cillian was the "Emperor of the Capital" and was set to marry into the Vance family. But because Cillian was wheelchair-bound and her sister was already involved with Jackson Reed, the family had been in an uproar.
Cillian stared at her, his gaze like a predatory animal. "Mrs. Thorne, you've been running from our wedding for a month. It was quite a challenge to track you down."
"And yet, you've spent that month carrying a bastard in your belly," he added, his voice devoid of any warmth. He flicked the medical report at her face. The sharp paper edges left red marks on her skin, joining the blood from her forehead.
A terrifying realization washed over Elena. The Vance family, unwilling to sacrifice their favored daughter to a "disabled" man, must have used Elena as a substitute. Cillian believed she had fled the wedding because she was already pregnant by another man.
The Devil's Mercy
"Don't you have anything to say?" Cillian asked coldly. "Or do you want to head straight to the operating table?"
Elena bit her lip until it bled. She was trapped. Cillian suddenly barked, "Come here!"
Terrified, Elena approached him. Despite being in a wheelchair, Cillian's presence felt like a mountain looming over her. Suddenly, he reached out and jerked her into his lap. The faint, sweet scent of her skin stirred a flicker of familiarity in him-it was so similar to the woman from that night. But he dismissed it instantly. That girl had been innocent; Elena, according to the rumors, was a "vulgar social climber."
He gripped her chin so hard she could barely breathe. "If you get rid of the child, maybe I'll keep you around as a pet," he whispered cruelly.
"I won't do it... I can't," Elena sobbed. "The surgery will kill me!"
Cillian scoffed, "You don't have much longer to live anyway." He turned toward the door. "Philip Woods! Prepare the OB-GYN unit. I want the procedure done immediately."
The Operating Room
Elena was dragged from the room and forced into a black car. At the hospital, she was surrounded by bodyguards and shoved onto a cold, metallic operating table. The sterile smell and the bright lights triggered her deepest traumas the years she spent being bled dry for her sister.
Under Cillian's orders, her hands and feet were bound. A cloth was stuffed into her mouth to silence her screams. She could only watch through a blur of tears as Cillian wheeled himself into the corner of the room to watch the procedure personally. He was a monster, far more ruthless than any Vance she had ever known.
"Prepare for the ultrasound and the anesthesia," the doctor commanded. "Followed by a full curettage."
Elena shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading with Cillian for mercy. He remained a statue of ice. As the anesthesiologist approached with a long needle, Elena let out a muffled scream. She knew that if she went under, with her current health, she might never wake up again.
The needle pierced her skin, and the world began to tilt into darkness.
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9.4
"You are only making things difficult for us." he said. "Just sign the papers and let's get this over with."
As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that the wardrobe was slightly opened. Curious, I began to walk towards it.
"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
But I ignored him. I lifted a trembling hand, gripped the handle, and opened the wardrobe. My heart sank.
"Abby?"
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Although, she's heard a few times, but Emily has refused to believe that her husband, Marcus has been hanging around with different ladies, and sometimes he brings them home.
Even though she's hurt, but as long she doesn't come across or trade words with any of those ladies, then she's fine with it. And she was, but not until she finds one hiding naked in the wardrobe. Not just any woman, but her own sister, Abby.
Rather than apologizing to Emily, Marcus asks for a divorce and tells her to leave. To make matters worse, Abby is pregnant for him. Feeling betrayed, Emily attempts taking her own life. But fortunately, she survives. A month later, she returns as the wife to a wealthy billionaire.
Now she's ready to get her revenge. Just how far can Emily go to see her ex-husband and sister suffer?
7.1
For ten years, I disguised myself as my dead twin brother, fighting bloody mob wars to build the Falcone family's bootlegging empire.
When the war ended, I thought I could finally take off the men's suits and be Anya again.
Instead, my parents stole my victories to secure my father's power, demanding I disappear forever.
When I tried to expose the truth, my family dragged me into a soundproof basement.
My younger brother forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured corrosive chemicals down my throat, dissolving my vocal cords into a blistered ruin.
They chained me to a freezing pier, whipped me bloody, and let the men I used to lead spit on me as a jealous traitor.
Then, under the guise of a family reconciliation dinner, my mother drugged my wine.
While I lay paralyzed but fully conscious on my bed, my brother took heavy iron pliers and crushed all ten of my fingers, bone by bone.
They wanted to ensure I could never hold a gun or write the truth again.
I had slaughtered for them, bled for them, and craved only their love.
In return, they pulverized my body and painted me as a hysterical madwoman just to keep the crown I had won for them.
The foolish girl who wanted a family died in that agonizing pain, leaving behind only a ghost.
Dragging my mangled, bandaged body into the rival Romano family's charity gala, I collapsed at the feet of their ruthless matriarch.
"I invoke the sacred code," I rasped through my chemically burned throat. "I demand a Vendetta."
7.4
"I wanted to ruin her. Instead, I craved her."
Revenge was all Clemente Cassano ever lived for. The son of Sicily's most feared mafia leader, he swore to destroy the man who betrayed his family. His plan was simple-break the daughter, Vivian Gustavo, and watch her father burn.
But Vivian wasn't fragile. She was fire-untouchable, ruthless, intoxicating. And the deeper Santiago pulled her into his darkness, the more he realized she wasn't his enemy... she was his weakness.
9.5
Arranged to marry the most ruthless mafia don in the city, Serafina learns early that obedience is the price of survival.
Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns.
And she is his most valuable possession.
Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property.
Matteo De Santis.
Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow.
Falling in love with him is forbidden.
Being discovered means death.
As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her.
In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion.
7.2
For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river.
But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire.
I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred.
He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach.
"Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me.
To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage.
I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over.
I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor?
"Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness."
He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back.
Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash.
That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.
7.3
When love is repaid with humiliation, pain turns into strength.
Aruna came carrying medicine and a slice of birthday cake for the man she loved-Revan.
But when she arrived at his house, what she found was not the warm smile she had longed for, but a sight that shattered her heart: Revan kneeling down, proposing to another woman in front of everyone.
The medicine she had bought with her hard-earned money was thrown away.
The cake she had made with love was crushed underfoot without mercy.
And Aruna... was left behind without an explanation-only pain and a pride torn to pieces.
On her way home, an accident took not only her strength but also the life of the unborn child she carried within her.