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 6
I leaned back in my new chair, closing my eyes for a moment. Finally. I opened them, looking around the room.
"Alright," I told my bodyguards. "Get all of Sarah's stuff out of here. Now."
The two bodyguards nodded, starting to clear Sarah's desk and cabinets. They removed all of Sarah's personal belongings.
A few hours later, my phone buzzed. A text from Ivan.
[Ivan]: Congrats, new Financial Manager. Hope you settle in. Don't forget to eat lunch.
I gave a slight smile.
...
I dove deep into my new role. Studying financial reports, understanding the company structure, and looking for any weaknesses.
For the first month, I was completely immersed in work. Piles of documents, meeting after meeting with division heads, analyzing complex figures. The deeper I dug, the more irregularities I found.
Financial reports were manipulated, fictitious projects, funds diverted to mysterious accounts. It was clear there was massive embezzlement under Sarah's leadership.
I started making a list. Documenting every single irregularity. Then, I called in my financial team. We held intensive discussions and meetings. I wasn't accusing anyone; I just wanted explanations, asked for details, and identified problematic areas.
One afternoon, I was in the employee lounge, enjoying a cup of green tea, when the door opened and Albert Stone walked in.
The fifty-something man was the COO of Young Corporation. He was known for being neutral.
"Scarlet," he greeted. He took a seat across from me. "Looks like you're keeping busy."
"That's one way to put it, Mr. Stone," I replied. "Lots of stuff to sort out."
We exchanged some small talk. After a few minutes, Albert sighed.
"I've heard a lot about your work," he said. "Especially about your efforts to clean up the financial reports. Honestly, that's a very brave move."
"Brave or not, it needed to be done," I countered, looking at him. "A lot of things are messed up around here."
Albert nodded slowly. "We know. Most of us, who've been with this company a long time, suspected financial impropriety. Especially since Sarah took over the finances. Your mother would never have allowed something like this."
His words surprised me. He was on my mother's side. Unbeknownst to me, he was one of her supporters. This was crucial information.
"Miss Clara was an incredible woman," Albert continued, his voice filled with nostalgia. He smiled at me, a genuine smile that was rare to find in this company.
"Thank you, Mr. Stone," I said. This meant a lot. With the COO on my side, it would be easier for me to clean up this company.
As we were deep in conversation, my phone buzzed, an automatic memo flashing on its screen. 'Next week: Dad & Sarah's Wedding Anniversary.'
My eyes fixated on the memo. Wedding anniversary. This meant a big celebration was coming.
"Excuse me, Mr. Stone," I said, standing up. "I have to go. Something urgent came up that I need to handle."
Albert nodded. "Of course."
I quickly walked out of the lounge. Back in my office, I immediately called Mia.
"Next week is Dad and Sarah's wedding anniversary, right?"
"No info about that, Miss."
I scoffed. Mia was the housekeeper who knew the ins and outs of that house better than anyone. There's no way she wouldn't know. "Don't lie to me, Mia," I said.
"I'm sorry, Miss," Mia sounded increasingly uncomfortable. "Master and Madam never discussed it. I think they did it on purpose."
Damn them. They were really trying to isolate me. But it wouldn't work. Vivian must know. And if Vivian knew, Lucas definitely knew.
I hung up the phone. Plan changed.
...
The next day, I got information that Lucas was playing golf at one of the executive courses.
I arrived at the golf course. The atmosphere was calm, green, and expensive-looking. I found Lucas on one of the putting greens. He was preparing to hit a ball. I walked up to him, deliberately disrupting his concentration.
Lucas turned, saw me. His face immediately hardened. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I told you, I don't want to talk to you. Just leave!"
I didn't care. I just gave a faint smile. Casually, I sat on the edge of the grass area, crossing my legs. "Relax. I just want to talk. Are you scared? I'm not gonna drag you to a hotel, you know."
Lucas clenched his golf club, veins bulging in his neck. "You really have no shame!" he hissed.
I laughed. "I do not." Then I changed my voice, making it sharper. "I want to know. Where's the wedding anniversary party for Dad and Sarah?"
Lucas looked at me. A mocking look appeared in his eyes. "Why should you know? You're not invited."
"Oh, I know that," I countered, unfazed. "But that doesn't mean I don't have the right to know." I stood up, stepping closer to him. "Look, Lucas. Young Corporation has a huge project this year. And I know Becker Group is very interested in collaborating with us, right?"
Lucas's face tensed. I had hit a nerve.
"I'm now the Financial Manager at Young Corporation. I have pretty significant influence there." I looked him straight in the eye. "I can sway the higher-ups at Young Corp to reject any collaboration with Becker Group. I can make that project fall through."
Lucas's eyes widened. He was furious. Absolutely furious. His hand gripped his golf club tightly, as if wanting to hit something.
"You're crazy, Scarlet!" he hissed.
"Maybe," I said casually. "But I'm serious. Tell me where the party is, and I'll make sure all collaborations between Young Corp and Becker Group go smoothly. I can also ensure there are no obstacles whatsoever from Young Corp's side." I offered him a clear exchange.
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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.