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 5
Robert reacted first. Fury flashed across his face as he stepped forward, clearly taking Gemma's words as a deliberate challenge.
"Gemma, do you even understand what we are saying to you?" he snapped. "Without an invitation, you won't even get through the entrance. If you have any sense left, stop embarrassing yourself."
Gemma remained unmoved. "Step aside," she said calmly.
Robert's patience finally ran out. "You've completely lost it." He raised his voice sharply. "Guards! Don't let Gemma leave. Keep her here."
Six large bodyguards moved forward immediately. They lined up in front of her and blocked the doorway.
Jeremy's brows tightened in annoyance. "That's enough. We're already running late for the party." He waved dismissively. "Let's go. Leave her here."
The rest of the Elliotts followed him out in a hurry, leaving Gemma standing inside with the bodyguards.
The door closed behind them.
Gemma slowly looked across the six men surrounding her. Her expression stayed calm, almost unsettlingly calm.
The man in front spoke in a low warning. "Miss Elliott, please return upstairs."
Gemma's lips curved slightly. "You think you can stop me?"
Before the final word finished leaving her mouth, she had already moved.
Her figure disappeared from where she stood, leaving only a blur behind.
Shock ran through the bodyguards.
Only then did they understand something. The woman standing in front of them was nothing like the weak target they once believed Gemma to be.
...
Outside, the night wind stirred the hem of her dress.
She got into a car and drove toward Prime Tower, Olnstead's most prestigious address.
By that time, luxury vehicles had already filled the entrance of the city's largest seven-star hotel. Hundreds of security personnel stood outside to control the crowd.
Anyone without an invitation would be stopped at the door.
When the Elliotts arrived and stepped out of their car, Brendan was already waiting in the parking area. He wore a perfectly fitted black suit.
Tonight, he looked every bit the polished heir people expected him to be.
"Brendan."
Sallie hurried toward him and slipped her arm through his, her manner gentle and reserved. Brendan turned toward her with clear indulgence in his eyes.
Standing side by side, Brendan and Sallie looked far more like a married pair than he had ever looked with Gemma.
"Let's head inside," Brendan said.
He led the Elliotts toward the hotel entrance.
At the doorway, staff carefully checked invitations and confirmed guest identities to ensure that only those authorized were allowed inside.
Brendan and Jeremy had just started taking out their invitations when a sharp screech of brakes rang out behind them.
A luxury car had pulled up. From the vehicle stepped a woman wearing a red evening gown. Her presence carried a cool elegance that drew attention the moment she appeared.
It was none other than Gemma. She handed her keys to the valet and walked forward.
The instant Brendan saw her, his expression shifted.
Only one night had passed. Since when had she looked like this?
The woman approaching him looked nothing like the Gemma he remembered. The difference struck him so strongly that his chest tightened.
For a brief moment, he simply stared.
Then he forced himself to recover. As she approached, Brendan spoke with open irritation. "Why are you here? Didn't your family already tell you to stay home instead of coming out and embarrassing yourself again? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
After the way she behaved the day before, he had almost believed she finally gained some courage.
And now? Not even twenty four hours had passed before she returned to chasing after him again.
So everything yesterday had been nothing more than a performance.
The thought only deepened his impatience. "Don't imagine that showing up dressed like that and begging me will change anything. You are not entering this party with me tonight."
Sallie slipped her hand gently around Brendan's arm, her voice soft. "Brendan, maybe Gemma only came because she cares about you so much. But tonight's event matters a lot. Gemma, if you truly care about him, it would be better for you to go home."
Gemma looked at the people who called themselves her family. Every single one of them stared back with the same contempt and disgust.
The situation felt almost laughable.
"What makes you think I needed to enter with you, huh?"
Her tone remained calm, yet the atmosphere around them shifted.
Then she sneered, "Move."
The force in her voice struck them so abruptly that, for a moment, no one reacted.
By the time they regained their senses, Gemma had already lifted the hem of her dress and walked straight toward the entrance.
"What is wrong with her?" Robert snapped as he nearly rushed after her.
Brendan's hands tightened into fists. "Leave her alone," he said through clenched teeth. "Without an invitation, she won't get past the door. Let her keep pretending. We'll see how long it lasts."
At the entrance, a security guard raised his hand and blocked her path. "Ma'am, may I see your invitation?"
Gemma stopped and answered without hesitation, "I don't have one."
An invitation?
Other people might need one. She didn't.
A laugh came from behind her.
Sallie and the others had arrived just in time to hear the exchange.
Guests entering the hotel began turning their heads in Gemma's direction. Their expressions carried open ridicule.
"Who is that woman? This is Death's welcome back party. Does she seriously think she can walk in without an invitation?"
"Wait, I recognize her. That's Sallie Elliott's sister, right? Or rather, Mrs. Edwards."
"What? She actually dared to show up here?"
The whispers spread through the crowd.
"Gemma!" Brendan's face darkened instantly. He spoke her name like he was biting it off. "Go home. Right now."
He stepped forward and reached toward her.
Gemma didn't move aside. "Don't touch me. You disgust me."
She then turned toward the guard again.
"Tell whoever is responsible for this event," she said calmly. "If I'm not allowed inside tonight, this party will not begin."
She stood there with her back straight and her posture firm.
"Tell them to come out and greet me themselves."
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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?
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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.