The Ruined Heiress's Vengeful Comeback

Three years ago, Collette was framed in a vicious drug and sex scandal by her half-sister. Her father didn't ask a single question before banishing her to the gutters of Europe. She clawed her way back to New York for revenge, willingly becoming a disposable, cheap toy for the city's most dangerous billionaire, Hartwell Lara, just to use him as her weapon. But Hartwell’s heart belonged entirely to his delicate future wife, Isabell. When Collette nearly died of severe pneumonia on a freezing balcony, Hartwell left her bleeding and alone to patiently peel apples for Isabell. Isabell then barged into Collette's hospital room, maliciously tore her life-saving CFDA design sketch to shreds, and brutally slapped her own face. "Collette... why are you being so mean to me?!" Isabell screamed, collapsing to the floor just as Hartwell violently pushed the door open. His dark eyes locked onto Collette, filled with the same absolute, chilling disgust her father had shown three years ago. Why was she always the one thrown away like garbage? Why did her own blood family destroy her, and why did the man she surrendered her dignity to trample her last hope for a liar? Staring at her ruined life's work beneath Isabell's designer shoes, the tiny crack of warmth Hartwell had left in Collette's heart froze completely. She didn't bother to explain or beg. She just smiled her signature empty smile, ready to burn the Norris family and the Lara Empire to the ground.

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Chapter 7

At two in the afternoon, Collette had just managed to fall into a light sleep.

The door to her room swung open. A team of nurses walked in.

The head nurse smiled politely. "Ms. Norris, we are moving you to the VIP suite on the top floor."

Collette frowned. Her chest tightened with immediate rejection. "I didn't ask to be moved."

"It's a direct order from Mr. Lara," the nurse replied, already unlocking the wheels of the bed.

Before Collette could argue, two orderlies pushed her bed out of the room and into the private medical elevator.

The doors opened on the top floor.

They wheeled her into a suite that looked like a five-star hotel. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the autumn leaves of Central Park.

The nurses transferred her to the luxury bed and quietly left the room.

Collette sat in the center of the massive bed. The silk sheets felt like a golden cage pressing against her skin.

She couldn't breathe.

She ripped the empty IV tube from her hand, threw off the covers, and stood up. She needed air.

Wearing only the thin silk robe provided by the hospital, she walked barefoot out of the suite.

The thick carpet absorbed all sound. She was about to head toward the elevators when a familiar, delicate laugh echoed from down the corridor, followed by the low, commanding timbre of a man's voice. Collette's heart skipped a beat. She walked toward the lounge area at the end of the hall, hiding behind a massive potted palm tree.

A soft, rolling sound caught her attention.

Collette peeked through the green leaves. The blood drained from her face.

Hartwell was back.

He was walking slowly down the hall, his hands resting on the handles of a wheelchair.

Sitting in the wheelchair was Isabell.

She had a white bandage wrapped around her head. She was holding a paper cup of hot cocoa, giggling at something she was saying.

Hartwell, the man who never bowed his head to anyone, was leaning down slightly to listen to her. There was a faint, tolerant look on his face.

Collette's stomach lurched. A violent wave of physical disgust washed over her.

Just then, Isabell shifted in the chair. Her eyes flicked toward the potted plant. She saw the edge of Collette's silk robe.

A nasty, calculating gleam flashed in Isabell's eyes.

"Ah!" Isabell cried out.

She jerked her hand, intentionally tipping the cup. The hot cocoa spilled all over the blanket covering her legs.

She threw herself backward, crying out in pain, her head resting directly against Hartwell's stomach.

Hartwell immediately stopped the wheelchair.

He pulled a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and bent over, quickly wiping the liquid off the blanket.

While his head was down, Isabell looked up. She stared straight through the leaves at Collette and gave her a smug, victorious smirk.

Collette let out a cold, sharp laugh.

She didn't hide anymore. She stepped out from behind the plant and walked right into the middle of the hallway.

The sound of her laugh made Hartwell freeze.

He stood up straight and turned his head.

When he saw Collette standing there in a thin robe, barefoot on the floor, his eyes darkened with immediate anger.

He took long strides toward her, shrugging off his suit jacket as he walked.

He reached out, fully intending to wrap the warm jacket around her shivering shoulders.

The second the fabric touched her skin, Collette violently jerked backward.

She looked at his hands like they were covered in a deadly virus. Her eyes were filled with absolute, unfiltered disgust.

Hartwell's hands froze in mid-air. The jacket slipped halfway down his arm.

He stared at her, completely shocked by the pure repulsion in her eyes.

Collette glanced at Isabell in the wheelchair, then looked straight into Hartwell's eyes.

"Mr. Lara," Collette said, her voice dripping with ice. "Don't touch me with the same hands you use to take care of other women. I find it dirty."

The word echoed in the silent hallway.

The air around them shattered.

Collette didn't wait for his reaction. She turned around, keeping her spine perfectly straight, and walked back to her VIP suite.

She left Hartwell standing frozen in the hallway, his face turning a terrifying shade of pale.

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7.3

His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul

7.3

Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."

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9.5

I was an Angel, You made me a Villain

9.5

Betrayed by the very world he once protected, a former celestial guardian is cast down from grace. Stripped of his wings and purity, he finds himself fueled by a cold, relentless desire for vengeance against those who orchestrated his fall. As he navigates a realm of shadows, he must embrace his new identity as a formidable villain. Amidst the chaos of his path to retribution, an unexpected romance emerges, challenging his resolve and dark transformation.

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9.0

My First Love, My Last Revenge

9.0

My stepbrother, Booker Harvey, saved me from a life of abuse. He was my protector, my teacher, and my first love. For two years, our small apartment was a sun-drenched dream. Then he went on a business trip. I called him, pregnant with our child, only for another woman to answer his phone. He hung up on me. Later, his stepmother put him on speakerphone so I could hear him laugh off our entire relationship. "Tell her it was just for fun," he said. "She shouldn't take it so seriously." Just for fun. The words shattered me. I got rid of our son, took the hush money, and vanished. The girl who loved him died that day. In her place, I became "Nine," a ruthless operative forged in betrayal. Now, five years later, an explosion has left me with "amnesia." When the police ask who will be my guardian, I point to the man who broke my world. "Him," I say with a shy smile. "He's the most handsome."

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7.6

No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge

7.6

The drill's whine was the only thing in my world, vibrating through my skull and drowning out my own screams. I was strapped to a cold metal table, paralyzed by wolfsbane, while surgeons bored into my hip bone to siphon my essence. "Just a little more," the surgeon muttered. "Isabella needs the boost for the wedding photos." They weren't saving my sister's life. They were harvesting my marrow just to make her skin glow for a picture. I looked at the observation window, begging with my eyes. Dante, the Alpha I had dragged from the jaws of death, stood there. He wasn't looking at me. He was holding Isabella's hand. He didn't know I was the one who healed him. He believed her lies. "Take it all if you have to," Dante's voice drifted through our fading mate bond. "Don't let her fade." The drill punched through. My heart stuttered and stopped. I died on that table, a hollowed-out husk used to feed my sister's vanity. "Seraphina! Are you deaf?" A sharp voice snapped me back into existence. I gasped, clutching my hip. No blood. No drill. No pain. I looked at the calendar on my father's desk. I was alive. And I had exactly one year before the surgery that killed me. I looked at my trembling hands and felt the ancient anger of my White Wolf stirring. I wasn't going to be the sacrifice this time. I was going to be the arsonist.

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8.3

Rogue King

8.3

Once the God of War comes out, who can compete! This god of war is dedicated to fighting all n, winning all battles and various kinds of beauty. People give him the title of "rogue god of war"!

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