You All Gonna Pay For My Mother's Death
Scarlet Young harbors a deep-seated vendetta. When she was just 10 years old, her world shattered when her own father, David Young, ruthlessly took her mother's life. That wound never healed, instead fueling Scarlet's resolve for revenge.
Now, she's ready to unleash a cold, calculated retribution, targeting David Young, her stepmother Sarah, and her stepsister Vivian Young. They will all taste the bitter destruction she once felt.
In executing her ruthless mission, Scarlet finds herself up against Lucas Becker, her first love whom she thought was long buried. Ironically, Lucas is now Vivian's devoted boyfriend, standing as the first line of defense to protect Scarlet's stepsister from any threat.
Scarlet decides to snatch Lucas from Vivian, not out of love, but as a weapon to obliterate Vivian's feelings.
With her charm and intelligence, Scarlet approaches Lucas, rekindling old memories and playing a dangerous emotional game. Slowly, the line between her mission and her feelings blurs. The old love she thought was dead now begins to blossom again, threatening to derail the meticulously crafted revenge plan.
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Chapter 1
"Scarlet Young!"
The shout hit me square in the ears the moment I stepped into my father's office, even before I could fully close the door. My father, David Young, was already glaring at me from behind his mahogany desk. His hands were gripping a stack of documents that seemed far more interesting than I was.
"What do you want, coming here again? What pressing business do you have that you'd dare interrupt my work?!"
No smile, no warm welcome from the person who was supposed to be my parent. I stopped right in the middle of the room. My eyes scanned the lavish office. "Relax, Dad," I said, walking closer, stopping a few feet from his desk. My gaze was steady, piercing his dominant expression. "I won't be long. Just want a little chat with you."
Dad snorted, like an agitated bull. "I don't have time for your pointless chatter. What's your problem? Spit it out, I've got work to do!"
I knew his game. He always belittled me, as if I were just a whining child. I let a small smirk play on my lips. Then, without being asked, I pulled up a chair in front of him and casually dropped into it. I crossed my legs. My elbow rested on the chair's back, and my other hand deliberately held my phone. Dad stared at my legs, then back at my eyes, his disgusted expression not hidden in the least.
"Since when have we ever had a decent conversation? Don't make me laugh, Scarlet."
"Maybe never. But today will be different." I gave a thin smile. "Because this time, our conversation is very important."
He set his pen down. "Say it quickly, don't waste my time."
I let out a sigh, feigning boredom. "Alright, if you want to speed things up." I swiped the phone screen, opening a video file. "Dad likes looking at the past, right? I have something you might enjoy."
I turned my phone so the screen faced him. The video began to play. Dad furrowed his brows, trying to understand what was happening.
The video was a recording taken 15 years ago, with my phone. I was hiding behind a pillar, as my father fought with my mother, defending his mistress. My father slapped and choked my mother by the staircase. In a fit of rage, he punched her, causing her to faint and fall from the third floor of the house. My father is an influential man. His wealth brought him close to several important institutions. My mother's death was considered an ordinary accident. But I was a witness to that event. My mother once told me not to interfere in their arguments. I just needed to hide and record everything secretly.
Dad froze. His hands, which had been resting on the documents, slowly clenched. His eyes were glued to the screen, his face drained of all color. Dad's hand slammed down on the desk.
"What is this?!" His voice thundered.
I pulled my phone back. "Why? Surprised?" I could see the veins bulging in his neck.
"Where did you get this?!" Dad stood up, his body tense.
"That's not the important question. The important question is, why do I have this video now."
Instantly, Dad reached out. His hand was rough, veins prominent. He shot forward, grabbed my wrist, and ripped the phone from my grasp. With a brutal jerk, he slammed my phone onto his desk. My phone screen spiderwebbed into a thousand cracks, shattering to pieces.
"Don't you dare play games with me, Scarlet!" He stared at me, his eyes burning red. "Are you tired of being alive?"
"Then try it," I retorted coldly. I met his gaze, unblinking. "Just kill me."
His face hardened, momentarily startled by my blatant challenge. Then, a cruel smirk twisted his lips. "Don't underestimate me, Ice. You know I can do it. And no one would ever know."
"Oh, they'd know alright." I leaned back in the chair, my gaze still calm. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I reached into my blazer pocket, pulling out a small recording device that had been capturing our entire conversation. I placed it on the desk, right next to my demolished phone. "I didn't come here unprepared. Did you think I was that stupid?"
He stared at the recorder, then back at me.
"Before I came in, I'd already coordinated with my colleague." I explained. "She has a copy of the video you just destroyed. And she has clear instructions."
Dad swallowed hard. His face shifted from rage to alarm.
"If I don't walk out of this office alive and well within the hour, all that evidence will be spread far and wide. Including the video of Mom's murder." I added, my tone cutting. "Everyone will know who killed Mom. And who's going to end up in prison for life."
Dad's eyes widened. His face was ghostly pale. Fear emerged in his eyes, replacing his surging anger. His hands trembled subtly.
"What do you want, Scarlet?" he asked.
I smiled in satisfaction. "It's simple. I want my inheritance. Mom's company shares. All the parts that rightfully belonged to her. I want Mom's name listed as a co-founder, and I, as her sole heir, will take over all her rights and responsibilities."
Dad glared again. "No way!" He pointed at me, his rage spiking once more. "That's part of the company's assets! That's part of my empire!"
"Empire?" I let out a small, mocking laugh. "Without Mom, you're nothing, Dad. Everyone knows that. Mom built this company with you. She was the brains. She owned most of the initial shares. So, my inheritance isn't just an asset. It's my right. And now, I want it back."
"I'll never give it to you!" he yelled, his eyes filled with pure hatred. "I'll kill you!"
I sighed, once again as if he were a petulant child. "I just told you. If I die, everything comes out. The video of Mom's murder. Everything will become public consumption. And I'm sure the board members, the investors, won't like that news. The company will be ruined. Your name will be dragged through the mud for generations. Even your other kids will bear the shame."
I pulled out my second phone, which I'd kept hidden. Its screen lit up. I pretended to dial a number. "Should I call my colleague now? Tell her I'm not coming home and she can release everything she has?" I looked at the clock on the wall. "Looks like we don't have much time, Dad."
Dad stared at the phone in my hand, then shifted his gaze to my eyes. His breathing was heavy. He understood. He knew I wasn't playing around.
"Fine," he choked out the word through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and barely audible. "You win, Scarlet. I'll give you the shares. But don't expect me to let you breathe easy after this."
I grinned with satisfaction. "That's a good promise, Dad. I'll be waiting." I stood up from the chair, turning my body. There was no more conversation to be had.
"Then," I said, walking towards the door, "handle all the paperwork. I'll send my lawyer to make sure everything is in order." I reached the threshold, opening the door.
Before stepping out, I proudly flicked my long, dark hair, throwing one last glance at Dad, who was still sitting stiffly behind his desk, his eyes filled with venom.
First mission, accomplished. Now, the real revenge begins.
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9.4
I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured.
But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside.
"She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked.
"Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal."
My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark.
When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen.
"Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal."
They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life.
At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor.
They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding.
They killed the baby in my womb.
They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end.
But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews.
I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream.
As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession.
I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.
7.2
Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers.
He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison.
He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir.
Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely.
With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.
9.5
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern.
I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for.
The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me.
The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world.
So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.
9.4
Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death.
Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold.
The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return.
Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her.
Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her.
Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece.
When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch."
Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision.
Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours."
Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first."
High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first.
The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.
8.1
She never imagined love would begin with a marriage she didn't want.
Forced into a union to save her family, Elena promised herself one thing, she would never love her husband.
But the man she hated was nothing like she expected...
And the heart she tried to protect slowly betrayed her.
8.6
After five brutal years of war between the Italian La Famiglia De Luca and the Mexican La Mano Roja, Capo Ivan De Luca seeks a desperate alliance with Russia's feared Bratva, led by the ruthless Pakhan Sergei Morozov.
The Pakhan agrees-but demands a price: a marriage between his heir, Mikhail Morozov, and one of Ivan's daughters. Reluctantly, Ivan accepts, knowing the union could save his famiglia.
Mikhail, a half-Russian, half-Cuban heir forged in violence, believes emotion is weakness and mercy a sin. Donatella De Luca, Ivan's sharp-tongued and fearless second daughter, is the last woman who'd bow to any man-least of all a Bratva heir.
When Sergei chooses Donatella as the bride, a dangerous game of loyalty, power, and forbidden attraction begins. As war brews and alliances shift, Donatella must decide if she can survive Mikhail's cold world-or melt the heart of the devil himself.