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 5
Six months flew by. I officially became a shareholder of Young Corporation, inheriting my mom's 20% stake. The paperwork was all done.
I stepped foot back into the Young Corporation headquarters. This time, I went straight to Dad's office. The door was open.
Dad was signing some papers. He looked up, his eyes burning with anger and hatred.
"What now?" he asked flatly, tossing his pen onto the desk.
I walked in, not alone. Ivan Barnes, my lawyer and a friend, followed behind me.
"I'm here to claim what else is mine," I said, stepping closer to his desk. My gaze was steady, unwavering.
"What *else* could you possibly want?" Dad snorted. "You already got your mother's shares. What more do you need?"
"A position," I said curtly. "Financial Manager. The one Sarah currently holds."
Dad's eyes bulged. His face instantly turned crimson. His right hand shot up, ready to strike.
But Ivan moved fast. His hand clamped around Dad's wrist, stopping him just before his hand reached my face. Dad was stunned, turning to Ivan with an angry glare.
"Please control yourself, Mr. Young," Ivan said. "Actions like this could lead to serious legal trouble."
Dad yanked his hand away roughly. "Who are you?! How dare you interfere in my family's business!"
"Ivan Barnes, Miss Scarlet's lawyer," Ivan introduced himself, remaining calm. "And also a witness to this inappropriate behavior."
Dad snorted, then sat back down, trying to compose himself.
"You think you can just waltz into that position, Ice?" Dad asked, sneering. "You have no experience. You're still wet behind the ears."
I smirked. "I hold 20% of Young Corporation shares. To secure the Financial Manager position, I only need the support of 35% of the board's votes." I looked at him haughtily. "So, I suggest you arrange a board meeting as soon as possible. Next week, at the latest."
Dad's face went pale. He knew I wasn't playing around. My shares gave me the power to force his hand.
"Fine," he said, once again through clenched teeth. "I'll arrange it. But don't expect the board to agree so easily. They know Sarah's capabilities."
"That's my problem. You just set up the meeting," I said, then turned around. "I'll expect results next week."
I walked out of the room, Ivan following close behind me. Dad's office door closed after us.
In the parking lot, Ivan immediately opened his car door for me. Today, I was riding with him. "Are you sure you'll be alright, Ice?" he asked.
I nodded. "Of course. This isn't the first time I've faced Dad. And it won't be the last." I got into the car.
Ivan got into the driver's seat. "We need to talk. How about we grab some coffee? There's a quiet cafe nearby."
I didn't argue. My mind was still reeling. I could act tough in front of Dad, in front of everyone. But in front of Ivan, that mask loosened a bit. He was the only person who knew almost all my secrets.
We arrived at a cafe that wasn't too crowded. The entire way there, I could see women's eyes around us captivated by Ivan.
He was handsome, alright. Tall, well-built, with dark hair and those distinctive gray-green eyes. His athletic physique perfectly matched the mysterious aura that always clung to him.
We ordered coffee. I sat across from him, trying to keep my composure. But Ivan, it seemed, could read my uneasiness.
"You're anxious," Ivan said, looking straight at me.
I sighed. "Just a little," I admitted. "This is an important position. I can't afford to mess up."
Ivan gave a slight smile. "Your reputation's solid, Ice. Your work on previous projects has been great too. And I'll help you handle this. You don't need to worry."
I nodded, trying to reassure myself. Suddenly, a warm trickle ran beneath my nose.
Ivan's eyes widened. "Ice! You're bleeding!" He immediately pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to me. "You're too hard on yourself. I've told you countless times, you shouldn't be this tough."
I took the handkerchief, wiping away the blood that had started to drip. Then, I laughed. "Couldn't do a thing without you."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with something more than just a friend's concern. "Why have you never seen me as anything more than a friend?"
I avoided his gaze.
"Find a better woman. I just want to spend the rest of my life on revenge."
Sadness became even clearer in his eyes. He looked down. "You never change."
Seeing Ivan upset made me angry. I hate it when people look at me with pity. "Don't look at me like that," I snapped.
Ivan looked up, his eyes a little surprised by my angry reaction. "My bad," he said.
Silence fell between us. We both just stared at our steaming coffee cups.
...
A week flew by. Monday morning, I arrived at Young Corporation. I wasn't alone. Two burly bodyguards escorted me. In one of their hands, there was a new nameplate with my name engraved: 'Scarlet Young - Financial Manager'.
I went straight to the executive floor, to what used to be Sarah's office.
Sarah had just arrived at her office. She was arranging her desk, unaware of her impending doom. Her face was shocked when she saw me walk in, followed by the bodyguards and Ivan.
"What are you doing here?!" Sarah demanded, her voice high and angry. "How dare you walk into my office!"
"Your office?" I smirked. "Looks like you missed the memo, Stepmom. This office is mine now." I extended my hand, and my bodyguard placed my nameplate on the desk.
Sarah's eyes bulged at the nameplate. "You're insane! Your father would never let this happen! I'm going to talk to him!"
"Go ahead," I said indifferently, stepping forward and sitting in her chair, the Financial Manager's chair. "But you'll just be wasting your time. Because now, *I* own this position. Not you."
I showed her the job transfer documents. Dad had arranged this himself so Sarah had no idea she'd been fired.
Sarah looked at me, eyes blazing with fury. I'd taken everything from her. "You demon!" she screamed. "You witch! I'll kill you!"
I just leaned back in the chair, enjoying the look of defeat on her face. "Go on, try," I whispered softly. "And see what happens to you."
Sarah was still silent. I casually said, "Why are you still standing there?"
Sarah's mouth hung open.
I waved my hand, as if shooing a chicken. "Now get out, you're ruining my view!"
Sarah pointed at me. "I'll get my revenge on you. Just you wait!"
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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.