Naomi Mitchell, blinded by love, gave up all riches to be with her husband, but a heart-breaking revelation takes her back to her life of wealth on her journey of revenge through self-revival.
Naomi Mitchell, blinded by love, gave up all riches to be with her husband, but a heart-breaking revelation takes her back to her life of wealth on her journey of revenge through self-revival.
The hall was large and spacious enough to accommodate over fifty people and still had enough space to move around. Everyone was in a jolly mood that particular evening, dancing, drinking and chatting sophisticatedly.
Naomi Mitchell was at wit's end watching the man she called her husband flirting shamelessly and touching openly, another woman he had chosen not to forget in his life. Grace.
Grace was his first love and after her relationship failed, she returned to steal Naomi's husband, Justin Miller, who seemed to be effortlessly working.
Justin finally left Grace and Grace approached Naomi with a proud smile, knowing well that her plan was working without flaw. "Let's talk." She went to Naomi and strutted into the kitchen.
Naomi heaved a gentle sigh to calm herself before dropping her glass and following after Grace.
She crossed her arms as she rested her hip against the counter. "What?"
"Nothing, you just couldn't seem to get your eyes off me, so I thought you had something to say to me." Grace said with a smirk.
Naomi scoffed. "You must be joking, why won't you back off my husband?"
Grace chuckled. "Oh, so that's why you have been staring at us. "Jealousy much?" She crossed her arms below her breast with a grin as she asked.
"He chose me and that's why we are married. "Why don't you just give up and stop trying to ruin my marriage?"
Grace chuckled. "Oh really? "You really think that he chose you because he wanted to?" Why don't I show you that I'm the one he'll always love?" She said as she started towards the array of knives.
"What do you think you are doing?" Naomi took a hesitant step backward as fear gripped her by the throat.
Grace trailed her finger across the knives and picked up one. "Sharp." She said with a devilish smirk.
"Stop it!" Whatever it is you are thinking, don't do it!" Naomi tried to reason with Grace, but the girl was too crazy.
"Then stop me!" Tell me that you'll give up Justin because he belongs with me! Grace yelled out with eyes glaring with hatred.
"Justin chose me! "I'm the one he loves!" For some reason, Naomi felt like she was saying it to convince herself and not Grace.
"Wrong choice of words." Grace pierced her own skin with the sharp end of the knife and immediately, blood poured down from her stomach and dropped to the ground.
She was covered in her own blood, and she stumbled towards Naomi and pressed the bloody knife into her palm.
Naomi was horrified as blood stained her hand and her white dress.
"Ah! Somebody help me!" Grace stumbled towards the door and collapsed to the ground.
Almost immediately, Justin hurried towards her and picked her into his arms. His eyes flickered with anger as he looked up at his wife. "You did this, didn't you?"
Naomi was too terrified to speak. The blood-stained knife had fallen to the ground in front of her and fear caused her to freeze to the ground.
"She... she stabbed me..." Grace murmured as she clung closely to Justin.
"I..." Naomi swallowed hard. "I didn't do it." She gasped.
"Somebody call 911!" he yelled out as he hugged her closer to himself. "What possessed you to do something so out of control?" His eyes burnt with hatred as he glared at her.
She had thought a man she was married to for three years would trust her words over any others, but she was wrong. She hated that she knew it.
All eyes were on her now as she stood dumbfounded in the kitchen. It was only then that she was able to recollect her thoughts.
Grace never meant to have a word with her. That was the sly woman's plan from the very moment she lured her into the kitchen.
How crazy could a woman get to stab herself just for show?
"I really didn't–"
"Shut your trap! "Why didn't I see this coming?" He murmured to himself as he picked Grace off the ground and hurried out of the hall.
Naomi just stood there, terrified.
After gathering herself, she left for her bedroom to change into something with no blood stains. A while later, she heard a knock on her door and she jumped to her feet to open it.
Standing by the door was a tall, buff man with cold black eyes. His name was Gregg. "Mr Miller requests your presence."
Naomi swallowed hard at the thought of confronting her husband's father. Mr George Miller was just as hard-headed as his son. They shared the same cold icy blue eyes and perfect bodily features.
But there was no escaping her sentence. She puffed her chest and followed Gregg down the hallway and, after a deep breath, waltzed into Mr Miller's study.
It all happened so fast, yet she managed to dodge it by a hair. Mr Miller's phone went flying directly at her face as she walked in, and a horrified gasp left her mouth.
The man hadn't noticed her walk in and didn't intentionally aim for her, but he was not sorry about it. "Great, you're here. How do you plan on handling the mess you have created? "The press won't stop bothering me!" he growled.
She yelped in his voice. "I– I'm sorry, but I didn't do it! I really didn't–" A hard-covered book hit her directly in the face, causing her nose to bleed as she cried out in pain.
"You worthless b*tch!" I knew you had nothing but bad luck ever since you joined my family. "Now look what you've done!" He spat out at her. "I ought to kill you by myself!" He growled as he hurled everything his hands could reach at her.
As unbearable as the pain was for Naomi, she dared not move away. All she could do was stand there in tears and endure the pain.
When there was nothing within his reach anymore, Mr Miller finally gave it a rest. His face scrunched into an ugly frown. "You had better not cause any more trouble for my family or else... I'll really kill you then."
After both of her parents' disappearances, Scarlet Marigold, daughter of an alpha, is forced to live as a servant in the house of her stepmother, who was speculated to have been the cause of her parents' death. As beautiful as she is, Scarlet is regarded as useless and worthless because she is a human, just like her mother. Thinking her life couldn't go any more astray than it had already gone, Scarlet is forced into the bed of a stranger and, that same day, is substituted for being the puppet bride of an Alpha known for his cruelty and heartlessness. What will happen when she finally decides to cut off those strings pulling at her from all angles and, worse, what will change when she finds out that the man who had forced her to his bed was the same cruel alpha she was already coming to love?
Ella Johnson had spent so long wishing that the moon goddess mated her to her best friend, Keith Kingston, who was the son of their alpha. But her best friend rejects her on the spot when this happens and sells her to the Kennedy brothers. Feeling like her life couldn't be more surprising, she soon finds out that all three of the brothers are her mates and each of them is ready to turn the earth upside down for her even though they bully her.
Ellie believed that she had everything: a devoted partner in Daniel, a residence, and a bright outlook on life. However, her world comes crashing down after she suffers a great betrayal. As the situation develops, Ellie becomes the stereotypical innocent victim of circumstance in a serious and unexpected turn of events. Eloquent as she may be, Daniel's poisonous words alter the course of her existence, and the courthouse becomes a cage for all her dreams and ambitions where, showering in silence, she is robbed of all her tomorrows. With Daniel in control of the powers that be and her best friend Emily abandoning her, Ellie is thrown into prison, which she perceives as a death sentence. Yet, on her way to the rehabilitation center, a different side of her that she had never known emerges. Daniel may have quite a few things, but he did not anticipate one, which is Ellie's spirit. While Elaine, all this while, has been a puppet conniving spirit for quite some time, the twist comes as she gets sick and tired of the isolation and decides to fight for her life and all that makes her, her. This compelling story of betrayal, strength, and endurance will keep you on the edge of your seat right to the last word. Does Ellie have it in her to rise from the extreme destruction that Daniel has caused to her? Or is that the end for Ellie as Daniel's sadistic tendencies take full charge and crush her completely?
"When a broken-hearted girl has a one-night stand with a powerful CEO, she never expects to see him again. But fate has other plans. After a shocking pregnancy and a devastating loss, she finds herself in his sights once more. This time, he's determined to make her his. Can she resist his charms, or will his unplanned obsession become her greatest love?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.
In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear. One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens. Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated. When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once. A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family." Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly. This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her.
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
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