Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."

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The noise hit her like a physical blow.

"Celeste! Celeste! over here!"

"Is the wedding off?"

"Who is that man?"

"Is that... is that Basile Delgado?"

The murmur turned into a roar as the crowd recognized him.

Basile didn't flinch.

He moved his hand from her fingers to the small of her back.

His hand was large, covering her spine, pushing her forward.

It was a claim.

They walked up the stone steps of the church.

The heavy oak doors burst open.

Elmore Franco stormed out.

His face was a mask of purple rage.

He looked deranged.

"You ungrateful little bitch!" he screamed.

He didn't care about the cameras.

He didn't care about the guests peering out from the vestibule.

He charged at Celeste.

He raised his hand, his heavy gold signet ring glinting in the sun.

Celeste stood her ground.

She didn't cower.

She stared at him, daring him to do it.

The hand came down.

But it never connected.

Basile caught Elmore's wrist in mid-air.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud.

Basile didn't just stop the blow.

He twisted.

Elmore yelped, his knees buckling.

Basile forced the older man down, bending his arm back at an unnatural angle.

"Careful, Elmore," Basile said.

His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the shouting of the paparazzi.

"Bones become brittle at your age."

Elmore gasped, his face draining of color.

"Let go of me!" he sputtered. "This is a family matter!"

Basile shoved him back.

Elmore stumbled, nearly falling down the stairs.

Ophelia rushed out, grabbing Elmore's arm to steady him.

She looked at Basile with pure venom.

"How dare you," she hissed. "Get security!"

"I am the security," Basile said.

He straightened his cuffs.

He looked at the reporters, who were frantically snapping photos of Elmore's humiliation.

Then he looked at Ophelia.

"And you," he said, pointing a finger at her. "Fix your lipstick. It's smudged."

Ophelia's hand flew to her mouth instinctively.

Basile turned to Celeste.

"Ready?"

Celeste looked at her father, who was cradling his wrist and glaring at her with hatred.

For the first time in her life, she didn't feel small in front of him.

She felt tall.

"Ready," she said.

Basile took her arm again.

They walked through the church doors.

The transition was jarring.

From the chaotic noise of the street to the hushed, organ-filled silence of the sanctuary.

Hundreds of heads turned.

The pews were filled with New York's elite.

They gasped.

Bryce was standing at the altar.

He looked perfect.

Perfect hair. Perfect tuxedo. Perfect smile that faltered as soon as he saw Basile.

Celeste felt a wave of nausea.

She had loved him.

In her past life, she had adored him.

Now, looking at him, she saw only a parasite in a bow tie.

Basile leaned down to her ear.

"Showtime, Mrs. Delgado," he whispered.

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In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters. I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone. Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate. They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run. As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance. "She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed. "Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back. I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood. Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start. Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies? Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room. Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever. I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me. This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.

Action Horror Modern Sci-Fi

8.6

Art Fraud's Public Downfall

8.6

Action Modern Mystery

8.8

Crossing The Line

8.8

She's the coach's daughter. He's the captain. Together, they're breaking every rule." Ava Reynolds has one rule-never let her life be defined by basketball. As the coach's daughter, she's spent years dodging whispers and expectations, determined to make her own mark through journalism. But when her editor forces her to cover the university's star team, Ava finds herself colliding with Ethan Cole-cocky, brilliant on the court, and infuriatingly impossible to ignore. Ethan lives for basketball. It's his ticket out, his shot at protecting the only family he has left-his younger brother. The last thing he needs is a sharp-tongued reporter questioning his every move, especially when she sees more than he wants anyone to. What starts as a battle of words spirals into undeniable chemistry, leaving Ava torn between loyalty to her father and the pull of a boy who breaks every rule she set for herself. But when a secret threatens to ruin them both...will crossing the line cost them everything?

Action Modern Young Adult

9.0

From Ashes To Altar: Her Vengeance

9.0

My mother was killed in a hit-and-run. My husband, Haywood, told me to drop the investigation. Then my father died because Haywood froze my assets, refusing to pay for his life-saving surgery. "My mother was murdered!" I screamed at him. "You want me to just... forget that?" He told me he knew who the driver was and threatened to ruin me if I didn't stop. He used his power to destroy my career, publicly shame me, and even had me thrown into a cellar full of venomous spiders, leaving me for dead. The final blow came when he forced me to lie on a live stream at my mother's grave, confessing to crimes I didn't commit. As I collapsed, he had his men scatter her ashes into the mud. I lost everything. My family, my dignity, my truth. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. As I boarded a flight out of New York, I hit 'Go Live' on a global stream. "My name is Celina Alvarado," I began, my voice steady. "And I'm here to tell you everything."

Action Modern Mystery

8.7

Mistakenly Love You, To The Bones

8.7

When she was drunk, she woke up and became a murderer. The man she loved most looked at her coldly, wishing that she could die. "Amelia, you are his woman, even if he dies!" She struggled to explain, but she was still tortured for three years after the wedding. She had thought that she and Nicola would have nothing to do with each other, but to her surprise, this was just the beginning of another kind of torture. She was tired and didn't love him anymore. She tried to escape, but she was still caught back by the man. "Please, let me go." "I let you go, but who let go of my heart?"

Action Modern Romance

9.4

Not Her: The Shadow Bride's Great Escape

9.4

I was the invisible daughter of a low-level mobster until Ethan Cole, the city’s most terrifying Don, plucked me from the streets. He claimed it was love at first sight. He married me, draped me in vintage diamonds, and treated me like a fragile porcelain doll. I thought I was living a fairytale until I found the secret room in his library. It was filled with photos of a dead woman named Olivia. A woman who had my hair, my eyes, and my face. I wasn't his soulmate. I was a replacement part for a broken machine. When I became pregnant, Ethan didn't hug me. He placed a possessive hand on my stomach and whispered, "The heir." He didn't see me. He only saw an incubator for a ghost's legacy. My father tried to warn me and died for it. I realized that once I gave Ethan this child, I would be trapped in his gilded cage forever, a broodmare for a man in love with a corpse. So, I did the unthinkable. I walked into a clinic and paid cash to remove the one thing he valued more than his empire. I went home, collapsed on the marble floor in a pool of blood, and looked up at the monster who thought he owned me. "I lost it," I screamed, tearing at his lapels. "I lost our baby!" I watched his heart break, knowing I had just declared war.

Action Horror Romance

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