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 9

As soon as I got to the office of Mr. Charles, I started imagining what his facial reaction would be.

I stood at the entrance door for some minutes rehearsing what to say. A section of my mind keeps telling me this could be my last day in this company.

To knock at the door seems like a suicide mission. I attempted to hold the doorknob, I felt some changes in my system, and my blood pressure rose.

My heartbeat keeps increasing uncontrollably.

I summoned courage at once and knocked at the door.

"Come in, please." The echo of Mr. Charles' voice hit directly to my chest. I gripped the knob at once and pushed in the door. His eyes flicked and clashed with my eyes. He quickly returned it to the system in front of him.

"Good morning, sir." I greeted. He was busy moving the mouse around the table. His eyeball moving randomly on the screen. I stood quietly and patiently waiting for his response.

"Sofia, the company granted you a week's break. With respect to your wedding ceremony, now, you decided to resume at your convenience!

Do you actually realize the damage you have caused the company?" Charles muttered aggressively.

He never bothered to ask me how my wedding went. He just moved straight to a query.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have been having some personal issues and challenges since I left for my wedding, but I'm working on putting everything together." I spoke calmly; my voice was barely above a whisper.

"Challenges?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I apologize, sir. I never thought it would happen this way. The wedding couldn't be held. As I speak, my mom is seriously sick. Not enough money to foot her medical bills. And her condition keeps deteriorating."

Mr. Charles leaned back in his chair, and his eyes narrowed.

"I understand how you feel. It is such a very sad experience. Nevertheless, you must look for a way to finish up the tasks you have there on your system. Otherwise, it is going to affect your salary for the month!"

"It does not stop at that. Of course, you know the implications that follow. Following the company's policies.

All your assessments must be up to date. Before you could be promoted at the forthcoming annual conference. You have to maintain a clean sheet."

Charles spilled out. Flicking his eyes across my chest while nodding his head gently.

"I will do my best to finish up with the task," I spoke sternly.

"You can return to your duty post." He ended the discussion.

"Thank you, sir." I turned and left the office.

As I went back to the office, Jessica was busy with the system. I went and sat in my position, staring at the pile of files on my table and the ones Charles sent directly into the system.

I sighed and brought out my phone.

I was just scrolling through social media. Just to go and numb my nerves a bit.

The information circulating throughout the entire space caught my attention. A wedding IV was just on every blogger's page I scrolled to. I zoomed in on one of the IVs. It read, Philomena to wed Donal. The CEO of Ocean Group Of Companies.

Different opinions from people filled the comment section. "He must be a notable individual," I guess silently.

That name, Donald, sounds somewhat familiar but I can't just recall. The tasks before me on my table are too much for me to start disturbing my brain trying to recall such a name.

I quickly went offline and resumed my full attention to the reality before me. I have limited time to accomplish this enormous task! And I have to meet up, otherwise I lose my chances of being promoted.

"You have been sulking, Sofia! I hope you are not troubled?" Jessica let out her voice tenderly. She turned her swivel chair to face me directly.

Yeah.. yeah.. I'm fine." I responded. Nodding my head simultaneously

"But you look troubled, Sofia!"

"Jessica, you know the annual conference/promotion is just around the corner, and here I am faced with this kind of enormous task."

"If I fail to complete the task before then, I stand the chance of risking my promotion! And I wouldn't want to risk that, Jessica!"

I decided to open up to her about my worries.

"This shouldn't trouble you, Sofia. I am here. I will assist you in any way I can.

Just cheer up!" she spoke calmly.

I feel encouraged by her demeanor. Her words really pierce deep into me. Her calm eloquence inspired hope in me and dismissed every doubt and fear I had.

"Thank you, Jessica, for your kindheartedness and concern.

Let me start sorting out things."

I gripped the mouse as I began to access the data. My eyes are directly fixed on the monitor.

An hour later, we went for lunch. When we returned, I continued arranging the data accordingly. Jessica's fingers were just moving up and down as she struck the keyboard.

My phone rang. I quickly reached out to it, and it was none other than Mr. Charles. My heart skipped a beat. Going against its beating arrangements.

"Jessica, let me rush, boss just called me."

She only nodded her head without saying a word. Her attention was directly on the monitor.

When I entered his office, I greeted him as usual.

"Sofia, you complained about your mom's health and the challenges surrounding her medical bills?"

Yes, sir, I responded calmly.

"How much is the total bill?" He asked, staring directly at my face. I can't imagine where exactly this question is coming from or heading to. But I follow him in the conversation accordingly.

"The total amount is 3,000 dollars, sir. The Doctor requested half of the total amount before he could commence with the treatment." I succinctly gave him the rundown.

"Okay, I'll give it to you. I mean 3,000 dollars."

The weight I never knew I was holding left my chest. I became so light when I heard that from him. A sensational joy ran through my mind. Tears of pure sensation leaked out of my eyes as I went to my knees, appreciating him for coming to my rescue.

"But on one condition!" he added.

I couldn't get it. He fixed his eyes on my face. As the excitement on my face suddenly disappeared.

"We will have some dinner tonight, where you will grant me access to your garden for me to plough just for a night!" He cooed. Dimming his eyes on me.

I became so shocked beyond words.

"What is he talking about? He wants to get down on me?" I murmured surprisingly.

"Mr. Charles, did I really understand you well? What garden are you talking about? You mean you want to have s*x with me? I thought you invited me into your office for a solemn discussion?"

I stood up immediately from where I was kneeling. "Please, sir, I'm not in any way interested in this kind of conversation. Here is an office for goodness sake!" I muttered bitterly.

"Do you realize you are before your boss?" He ranged venomously. His eyes paled

"Then my boss should behave like a man of honor!" I pout. He was still looking at me in shock. I threw a tantrum. Immediately as I turned to leave, he thundered..

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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 9

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