The Wrong Revenge

BLURB: Sofia, a 25-year-old girl, was deeply in love with Miguel. They dated for five years, and Miguel decided to marry her. On the day of their wedding, the situation changed, and the occasion took another heartbroken dimension. Miguel, Sofia's fiancé, was caught red-handed entangling with Linda, a bosom friend of Sofia, right inside the restroom in the event hall. Sofia angrily left the venue heart broken. She went and got herself drunk just to appease her shattered heart. To numb her pain of betrayal, she became pregnant, which was a result of her one-night stand with a stranger, Donal, the CEO of Ocean Group of Companies. Lily, Sofia's mother, fell sick as a result of the shock, betrayal, and shame she witnessed. Worse still, her medical bills became challenging. Sofia, unable to foot her medical bills, decided to sell the minibus of their late father. Since her salary couldn't help out. Lizzy, her younger sister, objected to it. She was never in support of her selling any of their late father's property. The only option left to raise money for their mom's medical bills is to apply for a loan from a Bank. ETC BANK is the only bank that can offer such a loan. And Linda, her bosom friend, is working as a head in the department responsible for loans. And Sofia has vowed never to set her eyes on Linda again. How will Sofia sort herself out from this horn of a dilemma?

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Chapter 3

Sofia

I was still running without looking back, increasing my speed as if someone was about to take hold of me!

I appeared on a tar road. The road was so scanty. No taxis could be seen; only well-loaded trucks were seen passing.

On reaching a bus stop, I halted and looked back, and saw a group of people chasing after me!

I could hear the sound of my heartbeat pumping so hard! I can't imagine those groups of people I suspected Miguel and his friends are after me!

"So Linda could do this to me, even carrying a baby for Miguel!" I lamented so bitterly while rolling my eyes left and right, if I could see a taxi coming.

Immediately, without hesitation, I took off.

My breathing became so intense that I opened my mouth to support my nose.

Suddenly, I saw a taxi coming at high speed, and I felt some sign of relief. I started waving at it when the car finally stopped. Without hesitation, I opened the back door and entered.

When I got home, I was so exhausted and heartbroken. I managed to open the door,

Went straight to my room and slammed the door behind me angrily!

My heart was so heavy, I sat down on the floor, still in my wedding gown. Like a flash, the memory of how Linda and Miguel were entangling themselves flashed in. My wedding day has become a nightmare!

My heart hammered against my ribs as I was reminiscing about what happened a few hours ago. I couldn't hold my long-accumulated tears anymore!

The words of my late father kept ringing inside of me.

"Go for a man who marries you out of love and affinity, not out of necessity. Some may appear innocent and gentle, but are wrapped with infidelity."

This word from my dad melted me the most.

I was dying for a man who had already gotten someone pregnant, promised to transfer money to her and rent a two-bedroom flat for her!

"I will never forgive Miguel in my life!" I screamed. Tears are still rolling down my face.

I became so restless, the room was so hot, I turned on the fan and opened the window, my eyes projected through, and I saw Miguel driving in, my face became so pale and infuriated.

What is he coming to do? I raged, gnashed my teeth and held my wedding gown from the top and tore it in two equal parts!

I brought out the ring from my bag and placed it on top of my bed. Went straight to the word rope and picked up one of my casual wears.

Someone knocked on my door, I guess Miguel, but I refused to open or say a word. The knock continued for a while, and I gave it a deaf ear.

A voice echoed!

"Sofia, please open it's me, Miguel! Please let me in so we can talk. I know you are hurt, please open the door and let's talk!"

You are evil, Miguel! I don't want to see you move away.. just move away. I screamed!

Immediately, I carried the wedding gown from the floor, picked up the ring and moved towards the door. I held the knob so tight and swung open the door. Without looking at his face, I threw everything at him and slammed the door.

I was still holding the doorknob tightly and couldn't move an inch. Miguel continued punching the door so hard. He got tired and left. He was so disgusting that I couldn't bear to look at his face.

His face that I love looking at, a face and broad chest that I once cherished like my whole life depended on it.

I lost grip of the knob and fell flat on the floor, hopelessly.

Thousands of thoughts were flooding in, and my life became so miserable.

"I love Miguel so much, I wish to have him back," I murmured.

"What about the baby Linda is carrying for him?" The more I remember that pregnancy, the more infuriated I became. My heart is bleeding!

I stood up immediately from the floor like someone magically infused with energy. I moved straight to the bathroom. After showering, I went to the wardrobe and picked my blue sleeveless shirt that left part of my breast exposed.

Here I found myself in a hotel!

I looked for a noiseless spot and sat.

The spot was a bit dark, its walls painted in different colors. The top of the roof was designed with different lights.

What exactly am I doing here? I ask myself! Am I supposed to be here in the first place?

A fragile line has been drawn between me and love. I'll never trust any man in my life again, let alone fall in love!

If I survive this heartbreak, this is the end between me and love.

I murmured, while I lifted a glass filled with vodka, as soon as the vodka found its way down my throat, my face turned squeezed, like someone who had tested aloe vera juice.

I'm not getting any better!

"Am I not deliberately punishing myself with this?

What else can I do to lose the memory of this heartbreak?" I asked while gulping more vodka!

My five years with Miguel were just a waste. He never loved me. He should have made this known to me earlier. Not promise to marry me only for him to shatter my heart on all other days but on my wedding day!

"Am I supposed to let it chill?"

Like a flash, the purple gown Linda was wearing on that day of my miserable and unrealistic wedding looked the same as the purple gown we saw displayed on dummies in front of the sky superstore where we bought rings.

Linda showed admiration for the gown before we entered the shop.

"I suspect Miguel secretly bought it for her."

"When she requested to drop off, Miguel never altered a word. But he was seen giving her a continuous wave of the hand even when we drove into the distance. It was all a planned deal."

I winced and flashed through the vodka in front of me!

How can all these ridiculous memories be erased permanently? I ask, pouring more vodka into my glass.

My head wasn't that strong for this!

Waiter! I shouted.

Everywhere was becoming so dim.

"Let me pay off my bills and leave."

I murmured. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself in public.

I lifted the glass for the last sip, and it slipped out of me and smashed on the floor. I dragged my seat backward and stood up immediately. I staggered randomly, my legs couldn't carry my body, someone held me from behind..

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Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

7.6

Blind Box Bride Escaped and He Lost It

7.6

The business world's reigning emperor, Ian Wade, was a lunatic. He locked a hundred women inside a villa and treated them like blind-box prizes. Pulling one at random, he would marry whoever he drew. Everyone thought getting picked was luck. Only I knew it was a curse. In my last life, I was the one whose name came up. After being reborn, I planned to destroy the magnetic strip on the blind box and dodge that twisted fate altogether. But by some cruel twist of chance, I still ended up being the "lucky" one. On the wedding day, history repeated itself. Ian took a phone call, panic flashing across his face as he tore off his boutonniere. "Jemma doesn't want to marry. She's threatening suicide. I have to go get her," he said. The man who was supposed to marry Jemma Lane-Leland Riley, the Crownport's golden heir, stormed in, radiating icy fury. He didn't chase after the runaway bride. Instead, he walked straight up to me and looked me over from head to toe. "Ian ran off with my wife," Leland said, grabbing my chin. "His debt becomes yours. You marry me. Fair enough, right?"

Action Fantasy Romance

8.5

His Obsession, My Revenge: A Mafia Second Life

8.5

I woke up in the tangled black silk sheets of the Mafia Don's bed, my skin still burning from his ruthless touch in the dark. The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred. Instead of having me killed for soiling her husband's bed, she offered a devil's bargain. "You will take my place in his bed. You will be a shadow in the dark." In my past life, I foolishly accepted, thinking her money would pay for my dying mother's hospital bills. I didn't realize the untouchable Mafia Queen was barren and just needed a disposable incubator. After I endured the Don's violent possession and birthed the Moretti heir, they cut off my mother's medicine. Then, they dragged me to a remote warehouse and suffocated me with a wet mattress to bury their dirty secret forever. Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand why my absolute submission and suffering were rewarded with such a brutal, meaningless death. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning after the Don first claimed me. I knelt on the Persian rug, weeping tears of fake gratitude as Bianca handed me the cash. But the moment my escort looked away, I didn't take her fertility herbs. I bought a bitter root from an alley witch to keep my womb empty. This time, I won't give the Don a child. I'll become his darkest obsession, and use his lethal power to burn this entire family to the ground.

Action Mafia Modern

8.8

My Bigamist Ex Could Only Watch Me Shine

8.8

Serena, six months pregnant, continued to save lives on the battlefield, despite her severe illness. Her husband, Logan, who had once chosen her over his family, gave her life-saving medicine and prenatal care items to his lover, Amy. When the artillery struck, he let go of Serena's hand without hesitation to protect another woman, leaving Serena to collapse on the battlefield. Later, Serena earned the respect of everyone in the midst of conflict with her medical skills. Her ex-husband, eyes filled with remorse, knelt before her, saying, "I married her out of gratitude, I won't divorce..." Before Serena could respond, a gun was already aimed at Logan's forehead by the undisputed leader of the safe area. "Sign the divorce papers. She's with me now."

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Sold To The Monster: My Silent Nightmare

9.1

I’ve spent eighteen hundred days as a silent ghost in the Crawford estate, a place where the air smells of expensive cigars and terror. My father, Senator Jed Bowen, sold me to Alek Crawford to pay off his gambling debts, trading his daughter’s life for a seat in the Senate. Alek doesn’t just want my service; he wants my complete submission. He tracks my every move through cameras and bruises my skin just to see if I’ll flinch. He thinks he owns me because he holds the contract, and his mother ensures I’m kept in my place with slaps and insults. When a scandal involving my half-sister and Alek’s brother hit the news, the house turned into a war zone. Alek cornered me in the dark, his hands stained with blood and ink, whispering that I was nothing but a receipt for his family's money. He’s been forcing me to take pills for years, believing they’ve kept me drugged and mute. "She needs to speak again," he told a surgeon over the phone. "Whatever it takes." He thinks he’s fixing a broken toy, but he’s actually planning to carve the silence into my throat permanently. He has no idea that I’ve been switching those pills for years, or that I’m more awake and more dangerous than he could ever imagine. I’ve endured the biting cold and the crushing weight of his obsession, waiting for a single sign that my nightmare could end. Tonight, a secret message reached me in the rain, confirming that the only man I ever loved has finally finished his mission. Kole is coming back for me. The contract review is tomorrow, but I’m not planning on signing anything. I’m planning on taking back everything they stole from me, starting with my voice.

Action Horror Mystery

9.5

The Barren Wife's Revenge: It Was You

9.5

On our seventh anniversary, my husband Dante tossed divorce papers onto the desk. He looked at me with cold indifference, his hand resting on the swollen belly of his nineteen-year-old mistress. "You are barren, Seraphina," he spat. "She carries my legacy. You carry nothing but ghosts." When I tried to argue, he shoved me. I fell hard, my back slamming against the concrete floor of the studio. Pain tore through my abdomen, and warm blood began to pool beneath my red dress. The tragedy wasn't just the violence; it was the truth he didn't know. The IVF hadn't failed. I was pregnant with the son he had desperately prayed for. And in his rage to protect a mistress carrying a stranger's baby, he had just killed his own flesh and blood. He stepped over my bleeding body and took her to the Commission Auction to celebrate. He thought I was broken. He thought I was finished. But he forgot that I knew all his secrets. I woke up in the hospital, signed the papers that froze his entire fortune, and walked straight into the gala. I stood before the most dangerous men in New York and threw a medical file onto Dante's table. "You killed your real son today when you pushed me," I said, my voice slicing through the silence. "As for hers? It can't be yours, Dante." "Because according to this, you have been sterile for seven years."

Action Modern Romance

The Wrong Revenge

Chapter 3

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