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?

Chapters

Chapter 8

7:00 am, Monday morning. I just arrived at my workplace. Heading straight to my department. Other staff have arrived too. Everyone is going to their place of assignment.

"Hi Sofia." A voice echoed. I quickly turned to my right as Jessica, my colleague in the office, hollered again enthusiastically.

When I got closer, we embraced each other excitedly. Other staff were just eyeing us with smiles on their faces as they walked through to their various departments.

"How have you been, Sofia? I have made so much effort to get in touch with you, but each time I dial, it proves abortive." Jessica voiced, with a glaring look.

"It could be a poor network," I responded.

The smile I put on didn't let her notice the agony and pain bleeding through my heart.

"Was there any complaint about me from Mr. Charles?"

I threw up the question, trying to prevent her from asking me about my wedding with her questioning attitude.

"Not really". She responded.

"Let's get inside Sofio, I can't wait to glance through your wedding pictures." She spoke eagerly.

I feel so pained. I almost lost control of my mind hearing that from her. Tears threatened to leak out of my eyes. I made every effort to be in control of my emotions

I no longer feel secure with friends. Considering Linda's brutal betrayal.

How she snatched away my world from me.

But then, I can't hide it from her. If I decide to keep it to myself, she will definitely hear about it one day.

I couldn't, at the moment, dictate the exact thoughts I am dealing with.

I don't know the drama Mr. Charles could come up with. However, my mind is very much prepared for any eventuality.

Charles, is too pompous of himself. His condescending attitude stinks!

If he decides to fire me for not resuming earlier, it is perfectly okay.

Jessica has been a very nice colleague.

Very jovial. You could hardly notice when she is angry. Always wearing a smiling face. Dark in complexion with glaring teeth and charming structure.

She is loved by almost all the staff. Her smile and charming look will always force a smile from you. She always appears hot and s*xy.

Always in a short skirt and top, which kept part of her hairy chest open.

She couldn't make it to my wedding. Because she was newly employed to be my assistant in the recording department.

She holds my bag as we walk into the department. She can't just hide how she feels. The ecstasies surround her whole body.

"Gist me, Sofia, how was everything? Oh, sorry, Mrs. Sofia, I meant to say. Excuse my French." She burst into uncontrollable laughter.

My heart skipped. I felt my heartbeat go from 0 to 100 just by hearing Mrs. Being mentioned.

My response will certainly dismiss all smiles on her face. Such is never what she would expect to hear from me.

"As I couldn't make it to your wedding, can I take a look at some beautiful pictures on your phone?" She asked tenderly, looking directly at my face. While thrusting out her right hand. We are already seated in the office.

"Jessica, I don't know how it is going to sound to you. The truth remains, I'm not married. The wedding was cancelled under weighty circumstances."

As if I knew, her facial expression reduced drastically. The little smile on her face is now mixed with a touch of shock! She still couldn't believe what echoed out of my mouth.

"Did I hear you correctly? What did you just say?" she asked, shockingly!

There was no atom of a smile on her face again this time around.

"Jessica, you heard me right.

The man who kept my hope high above the earth. A man I so much cherished and loved. All my body and soul were upon him.

A day without a hug and kiss from him is a total starvation to me. A night without his love text keeps me awake all through the night, like a watchman at the security post!

A man highly loved and respected by my parents.

A groom sent from celestial glory to come and shape my future finally dumped me for another woman!

I don't want to start reminiscing about my past ordeal, Jessica!

Miguel really dealt with me. He held my emotion and smashed it on the ground, he crushed my feelings and even trampled upon it when I least expected it."

Jessica was just staring at me in utmost shock. Still having some doubt, as though I am trying to play with her intelligence.

"Are you serious about what you are telling me?" She asked curiously.

"Sofia, come on! Be serious!" her tone rose above usual.

"Did you see any wedding ring on my finger?"

I lifted my two hands and projected them to her face. She was rolling her eyes across my fingers. Not knowing what to say next.

We were busy discussing things as though we were not in the office.

"Jessica, let's end this discussion. It's too early for this! Tell me how the office has been since my absence." She was still wrapped up in shock, staring at me in surprise.

From where I sat, my eyes flicker through the window. Lo and behold, Mr. Charles was driving in. At once, I started hearing the sound of my heartbeat. As I watch him trying to park at the car lot.

I started putting myself together for whatever outcome.

As soon as he walked past, heading to his office, Jessica echoed out morning greetings to him. Immediately, I offered mine. He didn't say a word. He only lifted his left hand and waved. With his black suit across his right hand.

He was so mean, without a trace of a smile on his face, like someone being provoked by his wife at home.

"Someone might have triggered his anger while coming to the office this morning." I guess.

Jessica had already turned on the system in front of her. I moved and sat in my own position and turned on the system in front of me.

After the system booted, thousands of unfinished tasks popped up. I went through the information one by one, and I realized that Mr. Charles has been the one forwarding that information even when I am not around.

"I hope this is not a format he will like to hold onto and fire me? He is fully aware that I am not around. What stops him from forwarding that data to Jessica to process?" I spoke silently.

"Sofia, Mr. Charles is requesting your presence in his office!" I held my breath, which almost carted away from my body when I heard such information from the security man.

A crushing weight coming from my chest threatens to suffocate me!

I quickly release a weighty breath and balance my emotions.

Still, fear gripped me. For I know for sure the hour of reality has come. Either I face a query or am fired.

Whatever the outcome, my mind is very much ready for it!

Jessica was busy on the computer, not knowing the emotional battle I was going through.

I stood up immediately from my bench.

"Jessica, let me go and answer Mr. Charles!"

"Alright, dear," she responded, as I left her presence..

Continue to next part

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 8

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