The Scumbag's Regret: My Lethal Comeback
When Karina opened her eyes, she had transmigrated from a blood-soaked war zone into the body of a despised, D-list Hollywood "vase."
Before she could even process the glaring lights, the lead actress went entirely off-script, swinging a vicious slap right at her face.
Karina's muscle memory took over, nearly crushing the woman's wrist in a steel grip, but a much harsher reality was waiting for her back home.
The original owner had maxed out every credit card to buy a Ferrari and Rolexes for a scumbag idol named Kole, leaving Karina buried under a staggering three million dollar debt.
To make matters worse, Kole and the lead actress were teaming up as the main couple on a hit wilderness dating show.
Her agent told her she was contractually obligated to join the cast as their pathetic, obsessed ex-girlfriend, while millions of rabid fans spammed death threats online, waiting to watch her cry and break.
To a warlord who had crawled out of mass graves, this cyberbullying was a joke, but the crushing capitalist debt was a real threat.
"I'd like to see how hard the bones of these greenhouse flowers really are."
Karina chopped off her cheap blonde hair, scrubbed off the hideous makeup to reveal a lethal, flawless face, and packed her tactical survival gear.
If they wanted to use her as a stepping stone, she was going to show them what a real massacre looked like—while a certain untouchable A-list actor secretly listened to every bloodthirsty thought echoing in her mind.
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Chapter 3
Jefferson stared at the medical articles on his screen about 'schizophrenia' and 'neurological auditory hallucinations.' His frown deepened, a dark irritation clawing at his chest.
Just then, a sickeningly sweet wave of perfume hit his nose.
Candice Meadows walked up to the monitors, her face arranged into a mask of pitiful innocence.
"Jeff, what a surprise to see you here," Candice said, lowering her voice to sound breathy and vulnerable, angling her face to show off her best side. "We had a little accident on set earlier. I'm so embarrassed you had to see that."
Jefferson calmly locked his phone and slid it into his pocket. He gave her a freezing side-eye and leaned back, putting physical distance between himself and her suffocating perfume.
"I was just passing by to see Arthur," he said. His tone was dead flat. He didn't offer her a single extra syllable.
Candice's fake smile twitched, but she quickly recovered, opening her mouth to try again.
Arthur cut her off completely.
"Jeff! Perfect timing! You will not believe what I just caught on camera!" Arthur yelled, completely ignoring Candice's awkward presence.
Arthur's fingers flew across the control board. He pulled up the unedited long take from a few minutes ago-the exact moment Karina caught Candice's wrist and dominated the entire room with a single look.
Jefferson's eyes locked onto the screen.
When he saw the dead, bloodthirsty look in Karina's eyes, his pupils contracted sharply.
This was the exact same woman who, just moments ago, had stumbled into him because of low blood sugar, screaming in her head about wanting a burger. The contrast was staggering.
On the screen, she looked like a drawn blade. The raw, oppressive power radiating from her was so authentic that even Jefferson, a two-time Oscar winner, felt a jolt of genuine awe.
"Look at those micro-expressions! Look at the tension in her jaw!" Arthur slapped his thigh in excitement. "She's a genius! All those PR articles calling her a talentless vase are pure bullshit!"
Standing next to them, Candice watched her own pathetic, stumbling fall on the monitor. Her fingernails dug so hard into her palms they almost broke the skin. Jealousy ripped through her chest like a saw.
She couldn't let Jefferson think highly of that bitch. Candice took a deep breath and let out a dramatic, helpless sigh.
"Karina has been acting really strange today," Candice said softly. "It's probably because Kole is about to go on that reality dating show with her. She's just putting on this edgy act to get his attention."
Candice smoothly dropped the gossip, trying to reduce Karina's stunning performance to the desperate tactics of a obsessed ex-girlfriend.
Jefferson turned his head. His deep, amber eyes swept over Candice's hypocritical face, slicing through her dirty little calculation in a second.
"Is that so?" Jefferson's voice was quiet, but it carried a terrifying weight. "Because from where I'm standing, the way she looked at you... she genuinely wanted to kill you."
The words choked Candice. The blood drained from her face, leaving her pale and trembling. She took a step back, unable to form a single word of defense.
Right at that moment, the crisp voice echoed in Jefferson's brain again.
[Burp- This iced cola is literally giving me life! If only I had some fried chicken to go with it. ]
The corner of Jefferson's mouth twitched upward. It was a microscopic movement, but the heavy irritation caused by his supposed 'hallucinations' miraculously vanished.
He turned his head toward the craft service area in the distance. He couldn't see clearly through the crowd, but he knew exactly where she was-hiding in a corner, burping without a shred of dignity.
Arthur caught that fleeting smile. "Jeff? Are you interested in her?"
Jefferson pulled his gaze back, his face returning to its untouchable coldness. "Her acting is passable. Which is more than I can say for some vases who only know how to spray perfume."
The insult hit Candice like a physical slap across the face. Her cheeks burned a dark, humiliated red. She bit her lower lip so hard she tasted copper.
Realizing she was only humiliating herself further, Candice muttered a weak excuse, grabbed her assistant, and fled the monitor area like a beaten dog.
Once inside her luxury trailer, Candice swept every expensive bottle of makeup off her vanity. They shattered against the floor. Her chest heaved violently.
"Call the gossip blogs right now!" Candice screamed at her assistant. "Leak the story that Karina threw a diva fit and assaulted me on set! I want her cyberbullied into the ground before that reality show even airs!"
The assistant shrank back, pulling out her phone to contact the troll farms. A massive storm of public hatred was already brewing in the dark corners of the internet.
Back on set, Karina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her stomach was full. She stood up, ready to finish the last scene of this miserable day.
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8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
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.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
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.