The Legendary Valkyrie Awakens: I'm Their Eternal Regret
Gemma once ruled battlefields as a legendary warrior, the kind of woman who made the world kneel.
For the man she loved, she erased her memories, hid her name, and became Brendan's quiet, forgotten wife.
All she received was his cold disgust, her sister's vicious lies, and her family's merciless abuse.
When she lay dying, the seal on her memories finally broke. The warrior the world feared came back.
Leaders called. Armies welcomed her home. Brendan collapsed in the rain, pleading wildly.
Gemma sneered and crushed her ring.
Then Rhys, the youngest and most brilliant commander alive, stepped forward. "She's mine! Who dares touch my woman?"
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Chapter 3
Gemma hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the Elliott house.
Since marrying Brendan, she had been living at the Edwards estate. But after tonight, the very thought of facing him again filled her with disgust. Instead of returning there, she chose to go back to the Elliott house.
The taxi stopped outside the gate. Gemma stepped out, walked to the door, and knocked. When the door swung open, the Elliotts poured out-cutting off her path.
Jeremy Elliott, her father, roared, "After what you've done, you still dare to come back here!"
Not a single question came from Jeremy. He showed no concern about what had really happened and no interest in the truth.
How absurd!
For the sake of this family, she once abandoned everything and left the Dominion behind.
Now, the sacrifice seemed pointless-stupid, even.
"Gemma, how could you arrange something like that against your own sister? I never imagined you would become someone like this." Gemma's mother, Averie Elliott, stared at her, distress on her face while the disapproval in her eyes remained clear.
Darwin Elliott and Robert Elliott, Gemma's two brothers, were visibly trembling with anger. They wanted nothing more than to cast her out of the family.
"Go back to your room," Darwin said coldly. "You will stay there until we decide how to deal with this. Leave before we allow it, and you can forget about calling yourself an Elliott ever again."
A short laugh escaped Gemma.
These were the people she once believed were worth giving up everything for.
In the beginning, the feeling inside her had only been disappointment. After enduring humiliation and contempt again and again, even the last trace of affection she once held for them disappeared.
"I'll say this once." Her tone turned cold. "I didn't do that. Sallie was the one behind it. If someone needs to take responsibility for what happened, it's her."
Gemma had just finished speaking when Sallie suddenly cut in, tears spilling down her face.
"Dad, Darwin, Robert, please don't blame Gemma," she said between sobs. "This whole thing is my fault."
Her crying grew heavier as she spoke. "This is on me. I'm the one who caused it. If someone needs to apologize, it should be me. Gemma, I'm sorry."
Darwin spoke immediately. "Sallie, you don't owe anyone an apology. None of this is your fault."
Robert looked ready to explode. "Gemma, stop twisting the truth. Sallie is even taking the fall for you, and you still refuse to admit anything? Are you seriously going to keep blaming her?"
A quiet laugh slipped from Gemma's lips. Watching Sallie's familiar performance unfold again, she stepped closer. "Oh?" she said with clear mockery. "You want to apologize? You want me to forgive you? Then kneel down and beg."
Sallie stared at Gemma with disbelief.
The woman before her no longer looked like the timid Gemma they used to push around.
"That's enough, Gemma!" Darwin shouted angrily. "Sallie already stepped aside and let you have Brendan. What more do you want?"
His voice was laced with undisguised reproach. "They grew up together and were always meant to be together. If Sallie hadn't left the country because she cared about your feelings, do you really think Brendan would've ever married you?"
Gemma laughed again, short and sharp. Her eyes filled with open scorn.
She said slowly, "Sallie refused the arranged marriage, and since the Elliott family needed someone to take her place, you pushed it onto me." Her eyes lifted, sharp and steady. "And now you expect me to be grateful?"
A quiet laugh followed, cold and mocking. "What a pity. I have no interest in Brendan either. Sallie, you can just take him. The two of you are perfectly suited for each other." Her tone dropped even further. "Within the next few days, I will file for divorce."
The words fell, and the air around them turned still.
Everyone in the Elliott family stared at Gemma. Shock spread across their faces.
Had they really heard her correctly?
Was this really Gemma, the same woman who had once loved Brendan deeply?
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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?
8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
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Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
9.8
After three agonizing months, I finally found my fiancé, Barnett Spencer, at a gala at The Plaza. He had vanished without a trace, and I was on the verge of losing my mind.
But when I saw him on stage, my blood turned to ice. He had a strange woman tucked into his arm, and a lawyer announced that a recent accident had erased the last six years of his memory-our entire relationship.
In front of a sea of reporters, Barnett looked right through me with freezing hostility.
"Miss, you have the wrong person."
He then declared that the woman beside him, Joslyn, was not only the person who saved his life but also his new, legal wife. The news hit me like a physical blow, and the camera flashes swallowed me whole as reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking how it felt to be publicly dumped.
The man I had loved for six years had turned me into a national joke, a delusional stranger trying to cling to his wealth.
That night, as I was drowning my humiliation in a martini, his ruthless younger brother, Dixon, found me. He slid a marriage contract across the bar.
"Marry me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want his shares. You want his pain. We both get what we want."
Fueled by alcohol and a burning need for revenge, I grabbed his pen and signed my name. I was no longer the abandoned fiancée. I was about to become my ex's worst nightmare: his new sister-in-law.
9.7
When Lucien Blackthorn ended his exile and returned to the Cold Ridge pack, he returned to clear his name.
And to take revenge on Corrigan Price.
And what better revenge was there than making her his mistress?
Corrigan didn't regret anything more than she regretted having to betray Lucien and his coming back only helped to enforce that feeling. When she became his mistress, she swore he would never have her heart.
As Lucien and Corrigan struggle with their inner conflicts, they also have to fight against external factors trying to pull them apart. Will they be able to embrace their love against all odds?
7.7
My husband, Hansford Burris, told me tonight was the most important night of his campaign. He handed me a glass of champagne, his face a perfect mask of concern, telling me to drink up so I could relax before meeting the "Shadow King" of D.C. who could secure his political future.
I didn't know the golden liquid was laced with a high-dose sedative and hallucinogens. He hadn't brought me to this luxury hotel to celebrate; he had brought me here to be sold, trading my body to a stranger in exchange for a seat of power.
In my past life, I trusted him. I drank the poison, woke up shattered, and spent the next five years being tormented by his abusive mother and publicly replaced by his mistress. I was eventually cornered and murdered by the very man I had supported with my family’s fortune, my death staged as a tragic accident to gain him sympathy votes.
To him, I wasn't a wife or a partner. I was just an "asset" with a shelf life, a merchant’s good to be traded away. As the life left my body, I couldn't understand how the man who promised to love me forever could watch me choke without a hint of regret.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the St. Regis Hotel on October 14th, exactly five years ago. Hansford was standing there in his polished Armani suit, extending the same glass of drugged champagne toward me.
"Gina, darling? Are you alright? Here. Drink this. It will help you relax."
Looking at his handsome, lying face, I felt a cold clarity wash over me. I wasn't the naive rabbit he remembered. I took the glass, but I didn't swallow a single drop. This time, I was going to burn his world to the ground.
9.8
I was an unwanted foster kid taken in by the Goodwin family, about to marry into the wealthy Cantu family to secure my adoptive father's power.
But at my rehearsal dinner, my adoptive mother drugged my champagne, intending to have me assaulted and ruined.
The next morning, my fiancé and my sister burst into my hotel room with a swarm of reporters, pointing fingers in manufactured horror.
"You filthy whore! The engagement is over!"
My fiancé roared for the cameras, while my sister sobbed about my betrayal. They had brought the press to publicly slaughter me, justifying their own secret affair while my adoptive family cursed me as a disgusting stray.
For years, I had endured their toxic abuse, only to be thrown to the wolves so my sister could steal my life. They truly believed I was just a helpless pawn they could crush and discard.
But they didn't know I had anticipated their trap and deliberately walked into the bed of Dorian Underwood—the ruthless billionaire and the only man the Cantu family actually feared.
As I calmly hit 'send' to broadcast my fiancé's explicit sex tape to every reporter in the hallway, I met Dorian's dark, predatory gaze.
I wasn't just surviving anymore; I was going to tear both their empires to the ground.