Wrong From The Start
⚠️WARNING:
This book contains explicit sexual content, possessive and toxic male leads, manipulation, emotional abuse, and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. This is nothing like healthy love.
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I loved Tyler Beaumont for twelve years. Years of hoping and waiting, believing that one day, he would finally choose me.
So when my parents told me I was being arranged to marry into his family... I thought it was fate. I thought I had won.
But I was wrong, because the man waiting for me at the altar isn't Tyler.
It's his brother, Grayson Beaumont.
The one I never heard of-the one with cold eyes, a cruel mouth, and a hatred for me sharp enough to bleed.
I don't know what I did to deserve it. I don't even remember.
But he does. He remembers everything. He didn't marry me for love. He married me for revenge.
And from the moment I became his wife, he made one thing clear-I would pay for a past I don't even remember.
"I tried to forget you," he tilted my chin, staring directly into my soul. "But watching you love him? That was the first time I understood what hatred really feels like."
And Tyler?
The man I spent twelve years loving? He won't let me go.
"I don't need you to choose me," he whispered. "I just need you to understand... no matter whose name you take, you will always be mine."
Two brothers.
One filled with hatred.
The other with obsession.
And me?
Caught between a past I can't remember...and a truth that could destroy us all. Because somewhere between lies, desire, and betrayal, I realize the most dangerous thing of all:
I was never meant to love the right brother.
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Chapter 7
Tessa's tears paused. She stared back into his eyes like she wasn't sure of what he just said.
" You. You.." she stuttered.
" Yes." He dropped his hands to her shoulder. " We can still have our kiss, Tessy. I promised you remember?"
He said, his voice so hoarse it made her cheeks burn. " I told you to get your lips ready for me."
Her lips subconsciously pressed together. Her body trembling slightly." You're going to.. kiss me?"
He smiled. " I want to taste you."
Then he began leaning closer.
Her lashes fluttered like it felt so unreal, that Tyler was going to kiss her, finally. Her breath shook as she inhaled, slowly closing her eyes and waiting for his lips to touch hers.
' You're married, Tessa. This is wrong.' her mind screamed, but just then, a deep baritone voice came, sending shivers down their marrow.
" Get your fucking hands off my wife!" He thundered.
Tessa flipped her eyes open to see a heavy punch landing on Tyler's jaw and sending him to the floor.
" Tyler!" She screamed and rushed to his side but before she could get to him, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back so hard she nearly crashed into him.
" Let go of me! How could you hit your own brother?!" She yelled and fought to get out of his hold.
" You touch him and everyone would hear about this promiscuous act of yours." His rigid voice threatened.
She stilled.
The gaze in his eyes, sharp and cold, the most terrifying dark eyes she's ever set eyes on, they sent fear right to her core and she could tell he meant what he said.
" Is this who you are? Adulterous woman." His face twisted in disgust.
" I did nothing wrong." She fired back.
" You didn't? Making out with your husband's brother on your wedding day." He let go of her arm like she was a stain. " I wonder what everyone would think of that."
Fear tangled in her chest. Her breath trembled as she imagined the look of disappointment that would be on her parents' faces, and what that would do to their reputation.
" Hey, back off, Grayson. She did nothing wrong. She was hurting and I was comforting her." Tyler defended, getting up on his feet.
" Is that so?" He arched an irritated brow. " Care to explain why your lips were almost touching hers then?"
No one answered.
" I guess as much."
Then he turned to Tessa, shooting her a dagger glare. " I wonder what the reporters would think of this."
Her head snapped up. " You can't do that!" She nearly shouted, frightened.
" Yes, I can." He said calmly. Then stepped closer, close enough for her breath to stutter as she refused to inhale his cologne. " I heard your parents need this marriage, but too bad, I detest promiscuous beings, so we're ending it, right here, and right now."
" Please don't." She glanced up, her eyes watery.
Grayson's jaw clenched at the sight of it, his fingers curled, his eyes darkened.
" That would ruin my family and I can't bear that."
" Then let this be the last time I see you with my brother."
She nodded, clenching her fist so hard at her sides.
Grayson turned to Tyler, eyes cold and unreadable. " And you? The next time I see you with my wife? You'd doubt if I ever was your brother."
With that, he grabbed her wrist, firm and steady, and began pulling her away.
Tyler stood, watching as their figure slowly faded before a smirk curved at his lips.
" You still couldn't let go of her, can you?" His smirk curved deeper. "Let's see how you'll keep her away from me. She's mine. Always."
Cameras flashed as soon as Grayson and Tess stepped out. When they reached the car waiting outside, he paused before opening the door for her.
" You may have loved my brother," he said quietly, his voice smooth and controlled. " But you are my wife now, and I don't share what's mine."
Her throat tightened, her body trembled as her eyes flickered with pain, anger, and humiliation.
" Get in, Mrs. Beaumont." He opened the door.
With tensed shoulders, she entered the car. Even in the car, she maintained a distance as if he were a disease, said nothing to each other in the gravely silent car till they arrived at the mansion.
He stepped out first.
She followed.
The moment they entered the living room, her defiant voice halted his step mid-way.
" Just because I am your wife doesn't mean I belong to you or I'm yours."
His jaw flexed, and slowly he turned to her.
" I may be your wife, but I would never love you." She added, eyes blazing with fire.
" Love? You're one to say that," He said softly, tone filled with resentment. " You couldn't even recognize the man standing in front of you."
He stepped closer, voice dropping. " Yet you talk about love."
" This marriage is mere business." She asserted fiercely. " I'm not yours so don't expect anything from me, not loyalty, or love, cause I'd never stop loving him, Tyler."
For a brief second, something flashed in his eyes, something that seemed like a betrayal, or amusement.
His lips curved. " Interesting. And he? Does he love you?"
The mockery in his tone, it made her inside twist, but she hated it instantly when she couldn't give him an answer immediately, it was as if her tongue was tied.
She inhaled shakily. " He confessed his love to me today."
" Yet, he didn't choose you."
The word slapped hard. Her breath caught like he'd poured her cold water.
" He had the chance to take your hands and become the groom, but he didn't. Did he?"
Her breath quivered. He could see the resentment and anger in her eyes but that only hardened his voice.
" Hate me or not, you're my wife now, Tess. Don't expect divorce from me, cause I'm not giving, and I will perform my husband duties.." his voice dropped an octave. "..In the morning. In the afternoon. At night. Whenever and however. Till death do us part."
Cold shivers ran down her spine. It wasn't a vow, more like a terrifying promise.
" Now go get ready, wifey, our flight leaves in thirty minutes."
" I'm not going anywhere with you."
He smirked. " Guess, I have to call Mrs. Ciara Beaumont, because her daughter-in-law just refused her honeymoon preparations. You'll have to explain why yourself."
He said already bringing out his phone.
His mother.
Her eyes widened, she quickly stepped in and snatched the phone away, glaring murderously at him.
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8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.3
She sells flowers. He spills blood. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. Elena Rossi has always lived quietly among roses and lilies, dreaming of love as gentle as the petals she arranges. She thought she found it in Daniel, the man she planned to marry. Until her wedding day when a dangerous stranger walked into the church and shattered everything. Adrian Volkov is a king in the underworld, a man feared for his ruthlessness and power. But to him, Elena is not just a prize. She is an obsession. A storm he cannot live without. And he will burn the world and anyone in it, to claim her. Torn from the life she knew, Elena resists him, manipulates him, and even runs from him. But Adrian is relentless. His love is dark, his touch both punishing and tender, and his obsession inescapable. When betrayal and bloodshed close in, Elena must face the truth: She doesn't just fear him. She doesn't just hate him. She loves him. Petals and Blood is a haunting, passionate tale of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that blooms in shadows.
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
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.
7.5
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash.
Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive.
Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes.
"The Ruiz family sends their regards."
Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated.
My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends.
The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand.
Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her?
Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference.
I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel.
Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust.
Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in.
Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.