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 4
I walked out of the restroom. My eyes went straight to Vivian and Sarah. Vivian's face went white.
"Are you two done gossiping about me?"
Vivian jumped, startled. Her face turned bright red, a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Were you eavesdropping?! How rude of you!"
I just stared at her, not caring about her accusation. "Eavesdropping? I was just enjoying your *fascinating* 'chatter.' Especially about how you stole my lunch and pretended to be me."
Vivian glared, her body tensing. "Shut up! You have no proof! Even if you tell Lucas, he won't believe you! He's my boyfriend! He loves me!"
A cynical smile spread across my lips. I stepped closer to Vivian.
"You're right," I said, now standing right in front of her. I didn't touch her, but my presence was so dominant she took a step back. "I won't say a word."
Vivian looked surprised. I smirked. My hand shot out, gripping Vivian's arm tight. My hold was firm, no messing around. She whimpered softly.
"I won't say a word," I repeated. "But I'll make damn sure Lucas throws you out. Like trash!"
My grip on her arm tightened further, making Vivian wince in pain.
"What are you going to do?" she whispered.
I released my hold, as if her arm no longer meant anything to me. Vivian immediately rubbed her reddened arm, her eyes full of hatred mixed with fear. I left her standing there, trembling. There was nothing left for me to say to either of them.
"You little devil!" Sarah muttered.
I turned and smiled. "Thanks." After that, I turned around and continued walking, descending the stairs to the ground floor. The click of my heels against the marble created a determined rhythm.
Lucas was still in the family room, alone. He looked like he was reading a message on his phone, his face looking annoyed.
I approached him. "All alone, Lucas?" My voice sounded friendly.
Lucas looked up, his expression surprised to see me. He frowned. "Where's Vivian?" he asked, ignoring me.
I smiled faintly, mocking him. "They're chit-chatting upstairs. Don't you wanna hang out and have a drink with me down here while you wait?"
Lucas stared at me. His gaze was still full of irritation. "No need. I'm going to find Vivian." He immediately turned and headed for the stairs, completely dismissing me. He wanted to escape me. But it wouldn't be that easy.
"Oh," I sighed softly, loud enough for him to hear. "It just makes me wonder if Vivian's prepared dinner is so unforgettable that you can't even wait a minute?"
Lucas paused for a moment, but didn't turn around. He just sped up his ascent upstairs. I just scoffed quietly.
I left Dad's mansion not long after, getting a head start on Lucas. My car sped down the deserted road towards my private mansion.
I arrived at a dark intersection, which I knew was the only route Lucas could take to get home. It was a small, somewhat secluded road, not very busy with traffic.
I deliberately parked my car on the side of the road, making it look like it had broken down. I turned on my hazard lights, then sat in the driver's seat, waiting.
Half an hour later, headlights cut through the darkness. It was Lucas. Bullseye.
I sprang into action. As his car approached, I hurried out of mine, standing by the door with a perfectly feigned anxious look. My hand held my phone, as if I was desperately trying to call someone.
Lucas's car slowed, then stopped a few yards ahead of me. His window rolled down. Lucas's face appeared, looking confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, Lucas!" I pretended to be surprised, as if I hadn't been expecting him. "My car broke down! I don't know what to do." I put on a scared face, glancing around the dark road. "It's so isolated out here. I'm so scared..."
Lucas sighed, clearly annoyed. "I can call a tow truck."
"No need! My assistant will handle it," I said quickly. "I just don't want to be out here alone. It's so dark. I'm afraid of bad people, Lucas. You know, on a deserted road like this..." I deliberately bowed my head, hugging myself, playing the part of a fragile, terrified woman.
Lucas scanned the surroundings. He was clearly weighing his options, considering leaving me, but his moral compass must have pricked him. He was a gentleman, after all; he wouldn't leave a woman alone on a dark road.
He hesitated, his eyes uncertain. "I need to get home."
"But I can't wait here by myself," my voice dropped to a near whisper. I looked up, meeting his gaze with faked teary eyes. "Please, Lucas. Just take me home first."
Lucas looked like he was in a major bind. He let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Get in."
I smiled thinly to myself. Nailed it.
I quickly scrambled into the passenger seat beside him. The moment I sat down, the familiar, masculine scent of his cologne filled my senses.
Lucas's car drove off again, cutting through the night. I stayed quiet, letting the silence do the talking. Occasionally, I'd glance at Lucas. His face was tense, his jaw tightly clenched. He avoided eye contact with me.
"You don't have to drive me all the way inside the gate," I said softly, breaking the silence. "Just drop me off out front. I can walk from there."
He just mumbled something indistinct, not bothering to respond. I knew he didn't want to be around me for long.
It didn't take long to reach the front of my mansion.
Lucas stopped the car. "We're here," he said flatly.
I nodded, then unbuckled my seatbelt. I made a show of struggling with it, even sighing a little.
Lucas huffed in annoyance. "What now?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "Seems like the seatbelt's jammed."
He scoffed again. I watched him get out of the car. Then he walked around. He came to the passenger side. My car door opened.
"You can-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the moment the door opened, I released the seatbelt. I deliberately let my body go limp, feigning dizziness. I swayed to the side, as if about to fall. And Lucas, with his natural reflexes, instantly caught me. I fell right into his arms.
The scent of his cologne grew stronger. My hands crept up to his chest, pretending to look for a grip, but I was doing it on purpose. His heart pounded beneath my palms.
I looked up at him, and smiled. A faint, triumphant smile, full of meaning.
"Nice move, Scarlet!" Lucas hissed, laced with anger. He knew. He knew I was just playing games. He knew this was all an act. "You're devious. You used to be so cruel to me. And now? You're acting cheap like this?"
My hands, which had been resting on his chest, now deliberately stroked the area gently. I could feel the muscles beneath his shirt. "I am," I whispered, teasing. "But... you like it, don't you, Lucas?"
He gasped. His eyes widened for a moment. My touch, that teasing whisper, seemed to startle him.
Lucas's face flushed. He clenched his jaw, then with one rough motion, he pushed me away.
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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.