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 6

I am just stuck and totally confused, not knowing what to do next.

"I can't go back to the hospital empty-handed!" I speak tenderly with a frown all over my face.

"How do I get someone to sell off this bus?" I questioned quietly. Looking so frustrated.

"I'm willing, as a matter of fact, to sell off my personal belongings just to save my mom's life!" I voiced within.

"Yes, I am very much willing!" I purred in a tone filled with inclination.

Going to the ETC Bank to take a load is totally unacceptable. Just as Lizzy had suggested.

"How do I withstand Linda, the very person who hurled me into this mess?" I winced with an aggrieved heart.

A heart so depressed and devastated. Shattered as though I bear the burden of everyone.

From all indications, there are no other available means for me to raise this huge amount of money, and the money that I have left wouldn't be enough. Not even half of what is demanded by the doctor can I boast of.

The only options left are to sell off the bus or seek help from Charles, my boss. And I'm pretty sure he can afford such an amount of money countless times.

But he won't risk such an amount of money to anyone without you first being willing to do your share. By offering your whole body to him to consume!

Mr Charles has a history of sleeping around with staff. Going to meet him for help would be unwise. It is as good as offering myself to him to prey upon.

In the same breath, I can't go and stand by Linda either; she doesn't deserve my attention anymore. She threw me into what I am going through.

"No, I can't!" I muttered. My face is consumed by anger and frustration!

"F**k," I hollered!

My friendship with Linda is over!

She can go and get along with Miguel all she wants.

"This isn't what I should be talking about now!" I purred. While scrolling through my phone, hunting for any available merchant.

"Linda will pay dearly for the furnace she ridiculously placed in my heart." I tendered sorrowfully, biting my lower lip in anguish.

Since the medical bills were urgently needed, I had to go and withdraw the last money I had and quickly rushed back to the hospital to deposit it.

Knowing fully well, the doctor might not accept such a low deposit. But I have to give it a try.

"This is not the time for me to dwell on assumption and thought, but rather to take action. Whatever be the outcome, fate will make it known to me." I encourage my weary soul wrapped in doubt.

I went and boarded a taxi and headed to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I met Lizzy resting her head on the edge of the bed where our mom was lying down. She looked so tired; exhaustion was seen all over her.

I went closer and tapped her on the shoulder. She stood up sluggishly, stretching her body exhaustedly with her face squeezed.

I offered her some of the fruit and juice I bought while coming.

"Has the doctor come to check on her ever since I left?" I calmly asked. Staring directly at our mom lying helplessly on life support.

"No, he only came to check on others while waiting for the deposit." She responded calmly and pitifully.

Tears almost leaked out of my eyes when I heard that. My heart beat almost seized. I started feeling pains all over my chest.

But I pretended to be strong. To avoid weakening her already weary state.

"Why did you want to sell Dad's bus?" Lizzy asked, staring me directly in the face while holding the fruits I offered her.

"Please let's discuss that later. Let's think about how mom can be treated." I responded calmly. Not knowing what could be her next question.

"Did you apply for the loan, Sofia?" Lizzy asked, staring directly at me skeptically. Such a question got me pissed. But I never made it known to her.

I was bearing all pains and heartbroken silently. Wearing a faint smile, but deep inside of me, I am losing it.

The pain and anguish I am going through is becoming unbearable!

To cut her off from such discussion, I requested to go and see the doctor in his office to offer him the little money I came with.

Plead with him to commence treatment immediately while I go in search of the remaining balance.

"Let me go and see the doctor to present the little money I was able to get from my little savings. I hope he will accept and commence treatment immediately."

I spoke calmly and exhaustedly, yet acting strong and vigoratively in pretence.

I left Lizzy and moved towards the office of doctor. When I got there, at the door of his office, my heart was beating very hard and fast. My two legs were somewhat vibrating enormously, afraid of what the outcome could be.

I began prancing around, unable to knock at the door, afraid he would reject the little money I came with. If he rejects, then I'm finished.

I was moving about with a pounding heart, trying to summon the courage to take hold of that knob!

People were passing by, some with a disturbing outlook to go and see their sick ones, when suddenly I summoned courage and struck at the door gently.

"Who is there? Please make your way in." A voice echoed tenderly from inside.

I held the knob and pushed the door in with my face half buried to the floor, hopelessly.

I went in, shutting the door behind me.

"Good day, sir." I greeted.

He lifted and nodded his head and returned it, glancing at the file in front of him.

I stood there for a few seconds watching him while he flipped through files and also confirmed some information on the system.

He appeared so busy. I stood quietly, rolling my eyes across the walls.

With his dark hair and beard properly shaved. His stethoscope was on the table with a glass of water close to where he dropped his handset. Files were piled up at the edge of the table.

A lot of pictures and frames hung around the walls with different paintings, each bearing a unique description.

At the extreme, a fancy table could be seen with lots of international awards and medals arranged in rolls.

I wasn't too comfortable there. I was feeling cool since the AC in the office wasn't too good for my health.

After a few seconds, he lifted his head, and our eyes clashed.

"Please be seated." He offered. He wore a friendly smile on his face, which revealed his dimples.

I went and sat in a chair directly opposite him, which he pointed to.

He brought out a file, opened it and showed me some of the drugs that will be needed urgently. Telling me how urgent it is to prevent her illness from deepening or growing severe.

I was just glancing at the information, nodding my head while he spoke.

When he finished with his explanation, he asked if I had made the payment...

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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 6

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