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 7
I stood in front of the huge mirror in my bedroom. This custom-made silver evening gown hugged my curves perfectly. Small crystals glittered with every movement, catching the light.
Done. I took a breath, looked at my reflection. Perfect.
I walked down from my room, descending the stairs. When my feet hit the last step, I saw a tall figure standing in the living room.
"Ivan?" I was surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Ivan turned, a faint smile on his face. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he looked incredibly sharp and charming. His gray-green eyes swept over me from head to toe, momentarily captivated, then returned to his serious expression. "I'm coming with you," he said simply.
"No need," I said, walking closer. "I'm going alone. I don't need a bodyguard."
Ivan shook his head. "It's dangerous. I know you're going to cause a scene in there. And I know you'll probably stir up trouble. I'm not letting you go alone." He looked at me. "Whatever happens in there, I'll make sure you're safe."
I snorted. "You're too good, Ivan."
"Or just as stubborn as you," he countered, then held out his hand. "Come on. Let's not be late."
I took his hand. He opened his car door for me. I got in.
...
We arrived at a luxurious hotel downtown. Spotlights lit up the building's facade. The valet immediately took Ivan's car. I stepped out, my silver gown sparkling. Ivan quickly offered his arm. I took it, walking side-by-side towards the entrance.
Just as we took a step, my eyes caught something in the distance. Lucas and Vivian. They were walking casually, Lucas's arm around Vivian's waist. They were laughing, looking happy. Too happy. A sharp pang of pain shot through my heart.
Damn it. After all my planning, after all the information I'd dug up, I still had feelings for that bastard. It was disgusting.
Lucas and Vivian didn't see me. They were too engrossed in their own world.
Ivan gave my arm a gentle pat. "Focus," he whispered.
I took a deep breath. Right. I'm not a loser.
We arrived at the main ballroom entrance. An event staff member, a young blonde woman with a 'Silvia' nametag, stopped us.
"Excuse me, sir, ma'am," she said, her smile strained. "May I see your invitation?"
I glared at her. Ivan had warned me not to make a fuss until the right moment. But seeing this Silvia, my temper flared.
"Invitation?" I scoffed. "Do you not know who I am?"
Silvia frowned. "I apologize, ma'am. All guests must show an invitation."
"I am Scarlet Young," I said, cold and sharp. "The daughter of David Young. And you dare ask me for an invitation?!"
Silvia gasped, her face paling. "I-I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't know."
I didn't give her a chance. Without hesitation, my hand shot out, slapping Silvia hard across the cheek.
"How dare you disrespect me!" I raged. "I am the eldest daughter of the host of this event! Don't you ever get in my way!"
Silvia winced, clutching her reddened cheek. She was terrified.
A few security guards stepped forward, their faces tense. They were about to restrain me. But Ivan just stared at them, his eyes wide. Ivan was a well-known lawyer among businessmen. In this world, most people knew Ivan Barnes. They froze, hesitating. They knew one wrong move could lead to huge trouble.
I spotted a few local reporters covering the event near the entrance. This was my chance. I immediately turned around, covering my face with my hand, as if trying to hold back tears. Dramatic. I swayed slightly, as if dizzy.
The reporters were immediately intrigued. They aimed their cameras at me, recording the whole scene.
Another staff member, a middle-aged man, emerged from inside, his face panicked. "What's going on?!" he asked Silvia.
I immediately whispered to him, soft enough for only him to hear. "Tell David Young. Let me in now, or I'll cause an even bigger scene in front of all these reporters. You know how desperate I can get."
Ivan, standing beside me, also whispered to me. "This recklessness of yours could backfire, Ice." I just shot him a look, "This isn't the time to back down."
The middle-aged man swallowed hard, looking at me and the reporters who were ready to record. He knew I wasn't bluffing. He nodded quickly. "Alright, Miss. Please come in."
I lowered my hand from my face, wiping away non-existent tears. I gave Silvia, who was still holding her reddened cheek, a cynical smile. I walked in with Ivan by my side.
The moment I stepped into the hall, the festive atmosphere seemed to pause. All eyes were on me. Guests whispered, pointing in my direction. I walked with my head held high, my silver gown sparkling, catching every gaze.
Lucas's eyes, chatting with Vivian and some friends, also fixated on me. He froze. Like a statue. Game on.
I chose a spot in the back, not too conspicuous, but strategic enough to see the main stage. Ivan stayed by my side. His eyes scanned the crowd, as if ready to protect me at any moment.
The event proceeded as usual. Speeches, musical performances. Then, it was time for the main address. Dad stood on stage with Sarah. David Young and Sarah, a couple married for over 20 years, as Dad always emphasized.
Dad began his speech. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a special night. A night where my wife, Sarah, and I celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary..."
I stared at them. A faint smile spread across my lips. Over 20 years. Yes, 20 years full of lies. Mom only died 15 years ago. That meant Dad had been with Sarah long before Mom's death. And Sarah, that mistress, now stood proudly beside him, holding his hand as if she were the most honorable woman in the world.
"Our journey hasn't always been easy, but our love has always made us stronger..." Dad said. He and Sarah held hands, looking at each other with teary eyes.
When the room fell silent, I stood up. My hand raised. I clapped. As loudly as I could. My clapping broke the solemn silence. All eyes turned to me. I didn't care.
Right then, my tears started to fall freely. They were tears of anger. Tears from remembering that it should have been my mother standing there. But that mistress took her place. They were tears of delayed justice.
With determined steps, I began to walk forward, pushing through the crowd of guests. I walked straight towards the stage, where Dad and Sarah stood. My right hand was tucked inside my clutch bag, as if holding something.
Dad saw me. His face instantly panicked. His eyes widened, realizing what I might do. He knew how reckless I was. And, I had no limits.
"Security! Grab her! Now!" Dad screamed, his voice cracking, full of fear. "She's got a weapon in her bag!"
Two security guards immediately moved, tackling me from the side. I was ambushed, my body stumbled, I staggered, and I fell to the cold floor. My clutch bag flew out of my hand. My left arm ached, twisted during the tackle. I struggled, trying to free myself from their strong grip.
"Let go of me! I don't have a weapon!" I yelled.
Just then, something unexpected happened. The two security guards holding me suddenly collapsed. One clutched his stomach, the other gripped his jaw. I was surprised. Who?
A man stood over me. His hand reached out to me. Lucas.
His face was pale, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Are you okay?" he asked, full of concern.
I looked at him. He helped me to my feet. He checked my painful left arm. He was genuinely worried.
A faint smile touched my lips, amidst the pain. Oh, he still loved me. Interesting. Very interesting.
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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.