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My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse. While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text. "I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral." He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream. The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone. Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left? I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently. Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building. I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle. "I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives." I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.

Eleanora arrived at the city's most exclusive club with a custom cake, ready to surprise her boyfriend of six years, Kason, for his birthday. But when she opened the suite door, she found him pressing her cousin Brielle against the sofa, kissing her passionately. Brielle splashed red wine over Eleanora's silk dress, mocking her as a passionless dead fish. "Get out. Don't stand there and ruin my night." Kason didn't even look guilty as he waved her away like a nuisance. Fleeing in tears, Eleanora accidentally drank a spiked cocktail and stumbled into a dark penthouse pool. She was pulled from the water by Horace Reeves—Kason's terrifying, billionaire uncle and the ruthless black sheep of the family. Drugged and hallucinating, she clung to him and whispered Kason's name. "Since he didn't want you, I'll be happy to take his place." That single word triggered a dark, possessive fury in the billionaire as he pinned her to his bed, claiming her completely. Waking up covered in bruises, she realized her six years of blind loyalty had been a complete joke. She had escaped a cheating boyfriend only to be trapped by the most dangerous predator in Manhattan. Forced by her mother to attend a family dinner that very night, she was suddenly dragged into a dark VIP room by Horace. He kissed her brutally against the door, just as Kason and Brielle walked by and pushed it open. Seeing his uncle pressing his ex-girlfriend against the wall, Kason's jaw went slack in absolute shock. Horace slowly lifted his head, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked at his nephew. "Get out."

Betrayed by her sister. Killed by her husband. Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge. This time, she won't be the fool. And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side... she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her. Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.

I lived my entire life in a beautiful, naive bubble, completely trusting my husband and my best friend. That was until they tied me to a chair, slit my vocal cords, and set my family's estate on fire. As the flames crept closer, my husband Demarco calmly crushed my diamond wedding ring under his leather heel. My best friend Cristin walked in, leaning against his shoulder and pouring her champagne onto the floorboards to fuel the fire. "Your grandfather didn't just have a stroke. The medication swap was incredibly easy to arrange." Looking down at my bleeding body, they casually confessed to murdering the only person who had ever truly protected me, all to swallow the Bridges empire. I couldn't even scream. I could only suffocate in the thick black smoke as they turned their backs and locked the heavy oak door behind them. Why was I so blind? How could the two people I loved most treat me like disposable garbage? In my final moments of agonizing pain and pure, concentrated fury, I pulled out the detonator my grandfather had secretly left me. I pressed the button, blowing the estate and all of us to hell. But the burning stopped. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at a pristine crystal chandelier. I was fifteen years old again, lying in my childhood bedroom, right before my treacherous uncle and those parasites started tearing my family apart. And I didn't come back empty-handed. This time, I am not the naive heiress.

I was the daughter of a defeated Alpha, kneeling as a broken war spoil before the ruthless Lycan King, Kaelen Varg. Through a twisted misunderstanding with a spiked drink, the tyrant lost control. But when he attacked me, an impossible spark ignited between us. His inner wolf roared in triumph, recognizing me as his fated Mate, and he claimed me in the heat of the night. But the next morning, he woke up with another woman's name on his lips. Realizing he had surrendered to a lowly tribute, his eyes filled with absolute, violent loathing. To erase the humiliation of our bond, he shoved me to the floor like garbage. "Take her to the Barrens. Leave her there. Make sure she never comes back." His Beta dragged me to a sealed, sun-baked wasteland crawling with mutated beasts. They clamped silver cuffs onto my wrists, searing my flesh and suppressing my wolf, leaving me to die a slow, agonizing death. I lay in the scorching dirt, the silver burning into my bones. I couldn't understand how a fated Mate could be so merciless. Why was my life worth less than his twisted pride? Why did I have to be fed to monsters just so he could keep his throne spotless? The cold rage in my core solidified into a diamond-hard resolve. I forced my bleeding body to stand in the desolate wasteland. I will not die here. I will survive, and I will live to see his kingdom burn.

I was happily pregnant with my mate Ronan's child, ready to become the pack's future Beta female. But during a routine checkup, my sister Isolde maliciously exposed my blood test results to the clinic. The baby wasn't Ronan's. It was the consequence of a hazy, primal encounter with a mysterious Alpha during a Pack Run under lunar madness. Ronan ignored my desperate pleas. He dragged me into the pack square, publicly rejected me, and immediately claimed Isolde as his new mate. Exiled and spiritually shattered, I was attacked by rogues in the woods. I lost my inner wolf, and I lost my unborn baby. For five years, I lived as a crippled, Wolfless outcast, scrubbing floors and enduring daily humiliation while they ruled in luxury. My heart was completely dead. So when the terrifying Alpha King suddenly offered me his Luna crown just because I accidentally saved his son, I only felt a chilling disgust. He didn't want a mate. He wanted a convenient political pawn and a glorified nanny for his traumatized heir. "I refuse." I rejected the most powerful wolf on the continent and escaped his golden cage in the dead of night. I walked straight into the brutal Warrior Trials as a Wolfless human. This time, I wouldn't be anyone's prize. I would earn my own power and burn their world to the ground.