Revenge on My Ex-Husband After Three Years

In the third year of my marriage to Wilbur, my family's business collapsed overnight. He threw the divorce papers in my face, his gaze cold and dismissive. "A useless spendthrift like you has no right to be my wife anymore." His friends laughed heartily beside him, "Wilbur, you finally got rid of that burden." Without a word, I signed the papers, left with nothing, and disappeared without a trace from their lives. Everyone believed I loved him to the point of self-deprecation, that I couldn't live without him, and would certainly wait for him to change his mind. Three years later, I returned home as the representative of a mysterious consortium, suddenly becoming the largest shareholder in his company. At the victory banquet, he cornered me, wearing a confident smile. "Have you finished playing your games? You caused such a stir just to make me regret it, didn't you? Fine, you win. Now, come home with me." I stood confidently beside the true heir of the consortium, my smile radiant. "The first lesson you taught me was that unworthy things should be left behind."

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The celebration dinner ended on a sour note.

The next morning, the stock price of the Chapman Group plummeted as soon as the market opened.

Negative news about the land in the southern part of the city flooded the media.

Wilbur was overwhelmed with stress.

Meanwhile, I sat in the spacious and bright office of the Norris Group and leisurely sipped coffee while watching the red numbers flicker on the screen.

I felt exceptionally happy.

"Ms. Hayes, Wilbur is downstairs. He wants to see you." My secretary called me through the intercom.

"Bring him up," I replied, setting down my coffee cup.

He had fallen into my trap.

Ten minutes later, Wilbur walked into my office.

He looked haggard, with bloodshot eyes and rumpled clothes. He was a far cry from his usual confident demeanor.

"Alina," he said, approaching my desk and placing both hands on it. "We need to talk."

"Talk about what?" I didn't even lift my head as I continued to read the documents in my hands. About how you can give the Chapman Group to me?"

"Alina, I know you hate me." Wilbur took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger. "But the Chapman Group is also your hard work. Do you really want to watch it fall apart?"

"My hard work?" I finally looked up and was amused by his words. "Wilbur, have you forgotten? You said that I was a useless spender three years ago and that the Chapman family didn't need me. And now you are saying it's my hard work. Don't you find that ironic?"

Wilbur was rendered speechless.

He bit his lip before softening his tone suddenly. "I was wrong about what happened back then. I was fooled by someone. Honestly, I haven't forgotten you these past three years. I was just to spite you when I was with Nora..."

I nearly spat out the coffee I had just sipped.

Could he be any more shameless?

To spite me?

So he forced me to leave with nothing and watched me struggle on the streets?

"Mr. Chapman, cut the drama." I interrupted his performance. "Just say what you want."

Seeing that I wasn't buying his act, Wilbur dropped his affectionate facade. "If you're willing to invest in my company and help it go through this crisis, I can offer you the position of Vice President of my company. Even... we could remarry," he added, and he looked confident that he would get what he wanted.

To him, all my efforts and scheming to return must mean I still had feelings for him.

He believed that I'd obediently return to him like before with just his beckon.

"Remarry?" I seemed to have heard the biggest joke and laughed so hard that tears fell down. "Wilbur, how are you so arrogant? Do you really think you're worthy of me now?"

Wilbur's face turned livid instantly.

"Alina, don't think highly of yourself. Do you really think Theo genuinely cares for you? He's just using you to take over the Chapman Group. Once I'm down, do you think you'll have a good ending?"

I stopped smiling, and my gaze turned icy. "I don't need your concern, Mr. Chapman. Goodbye."

Wilbur was escorted out by security.

As he left, he shot me a venomous glare. "Alina, you just wait. I won't accept defeat like this."

Watching him leave in disgrace, I picked up my phone and dialed Theo's number. "He's panicking. Proceed with the plan. Throw the bait of the Nirvana Project to him."

Wilbur was desperate for a turnaround opportunity, and the Nirvana Project I meticulously crafted was the grave prepared just for him.

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9.7

Gardenias And His Last Goodbye

9.7

At my own engagement party, my fiancé, Franco, abandoned me. He left me standing alone in a room full of guests to rush to the side of another woman, Katina, the one he truly loved. He called me a gold-digger, a parasite clinging to his family's name, and accused me of faking an illness just to get his attention. But he never knew the truth. He never knew about the secret I carried-a terminal leukemia diagnosis I received just two days before he humiliated me. He never knew that the night he called a drunken mistake, the night he spat on with disgust, had left me pregnant with his child. And he certainly never knew that while he was tending to Katina's fake anxiety attack, I was in a sterile hospital room, alone, terminating our baby to have a fighting chance at a life he made sure was a living hell. I thought my death would be the end of our story, a final, quiet release from his cruelty. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back at our engagement party, the scent of gardenias filling the air, just moments before he would walk out and shatter my life for the first time.

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7.6

He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge

7.6

For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind, yet my Fated Mate, Alpha Dante Moretti, personally drove me to that prison and locked me in hell for seven years. He did it to protect another woman. When I was finally released, gaunt and broken, Dante didn't offer an apology. He offered excuses. He claimed it was necessary to save Chiara, the delicate "golden child" who supposedly saved his life years ago. But it was a lie. I was the one who had drained my veins until I went into shock to save him, while my parents handed the credit to Chiara. Now, back in the manor, I was forced to watch my mate feed her grapes and comfort her fake distress. My parents called me a "soulless waste" and demanded I annul our engagement so Dante could mark Chiara. They thought I was a weak Omega they could discard. They didn't know that the silver hadn't killed me; it had forged me. They had no idea that the "runt" they abused possessed the blood of the White Wolf, the most powerful creature in our history. When the truth finally shattered their lies, Dante crawled to me, bleeding and begging on his knees in a hotel hallway. But I didn't feel triumph. I felt nothing. "I, Alessia Salinas, reject you, Dante Moretti." I walked away from the Alpha who broke me, leaving him to scream into the silence of a severed bond.

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7.2

Her Revenge: A Castle from Ashes

7.2

Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break. Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants. Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago. Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night." The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies. Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved. Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson: "Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."

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8.1

HOSTILE OATH

8.1

Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could. Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay. She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!

Action Fantasy Horror

8.2

Owned by the Devil King

8.2

Elara Voss runs from an arranged marriage-only to fall into the hands of the most dangerous man in the city. Nikolai Volkov is known as the Devil King, ruler of an underground empire built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, he has no weakness-until Elara crashes into his world carrying a family name tied to his darkest betrayal. Taken as leverage against her powerful father, Elara refuses to submit, even when trapped inside Nikolai's gilded cage. Her defiance fuels his obsession. What begins as captivity turns into a slow-burning, forbidden attraction neither of them can escape. But love built on lies always demands a price. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Elara must decide whether to destroy the man who owns her-or become the woman who rules beside him. A dark, emotionally intense mafia romance filled with obsession, betrayal, redemption, and a love strong enough to challenge an empire.

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