Chosen Her? Face My Fiery Wrath
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."
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Chapter 4
Blake POV:
Connor' s face on the screen flickered with recognition, then a wave of pure annoyance. He saw me, really saw me, and his first reaction wasn't concern for my burned hand, but irritation that I was part of the problem.
"Blake?" he said, his voice tight with impatience. He even had the gall to look confused. "What are you doing in the cafeteria? You're supposed to be in the dev wing."
He was treating me like a disobedient child who' d wandered out of her room.
"I could ask you the same question, Connor," I retorted, my voice dripping with an icy calm I didn't know I possessed. "What are you doing, publicly shaming your employees during an investor pitch?"
His eyes darted nervously off-screen, presumably towards the suits watching this corporate soap opera unfold. "This isn't the time or place. Just do as I say. Apologize to Jaden, and we can talk about this later."
Talk about this later. The four most dismissive words in the English language.
Jaden, sensing her power wavering, seized the opportunity. "Connor, darling, she's the one! She's been stirring up trouble all day! I think she organized this whole thing just to embarrass me!"
Connor' s gaze snapped back to the screen, his expression hardening as he looked at Jaden with a pained, protective look. "Jaden would never lie," he said, not to me, but to the phone, as if trying to reassure her. "She's the purest person I know. She doesn't have a malicious bone in her body."
He looked back at me, his voice pleading, but with an undercurrent of command. "Blake, just apologize. For me. Don't make this difficult in front of our guests."
For me. Not for the sake of justice, not because it was the right thing to do, but for him. To save his face.
A brittle, humorless smile touched my lips. The last embers of love and hope I' d been clinging to for him turned to ash.
"A pact is a promise, Connor," I said, my voice low and clear, cutting through the cafeteria's stunned silence. "You promised to lead with integrity. You promised to trust my judgment from the ground up."
I took a deliberate step closer to the phone Jaden was holding. "Our year isn't up. But the pact is over. And you, Connor Bishop, have failed the test."
Before he could process my words, before he could form another command or excuse, I reached out and ended the call, plunging the screen into darkness.
The silence that followed was absolute. Jaden stared at her blank phone, then at me, her mouth agape. The other employees looked like they had just witnessed a lightning strike.
I ignored them all. With steady hands, I pulled out my personal phone, the sleek, custom model my father had given me, a universe away from the standard-issue brick the company provided. I scrolled to a number saved under a single, powerful initial: 'D'.
It rang once.
"Dad," I said, my voice devoid of all emotion. "It's me."
A pause. Then, the warm, steady voice of David Shaw. "Blake. What's wrong?"
"There's a situation at Bishop Innovations," I stated flatly. "An unauthorized individual has been forging company access, disrupting operations, and assaulting employees."
I saw Jaden flinch out of the corner of my eye. Good.
"I need you to do two things for me," I continued, my gaze fixed on the blank wall ahead. "First, call Connor Bishop. Tell him he has ten minutes to get his ass to the main cafeteria. Not as a CEO, but as a defendant."
"Second," I took a breath, the words tasting like freedom and poison all at once. "Tell your assistant, Lena, to meet me here. And have her bring the partnership dissolution agreement. The one we prepared 'just in case'."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, the weight of my request hanging in the air. Then, my father's voice, solid as granite. "Ten minutes. It's done."
I hung up.
I turned my head slowly, my eyes finally landing on the man who had ordered me to apologize. The man I was supposed to marry. The man who had just betrayed me so completely. He was standing there, frozen, having just rushed in from the conference room, his face a mask of confusion and dawning horror.
I looked past him, to Jaden, who was now pale and trembling. And then I looked back at Connor.
"Oh," I added, my voice loud enough for him to hear across the cavernous room. "And Dad? Tell Lena to tell Mr. Bishop to come crawling."
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9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
7.6
Cassie was sold to a terrifying billionaire as a substitute bride.
To protect herself, she glued a grotesque, fake burn scar to her face.
Her adoptive family and her ex-fiancé had stolen her massive trust fund, locked her in an asylum for years, and finally threw her to the wolves. They expected the ruthless Dane Frederick to torture and kill her the moment he saw her ruined face.
At her ex's grand engagement party, her family publicly humiliated her. They mocked her cheap clothes, laughed at her scarred cheek, and even raised their hands to beat her, fully believing she was a helpless freak with no one to rely on.
"Get on your knees and apologize, and I'll write you a check so you don't starve on the streets."
But they didn't expect the billionaire to kick down the doors, wrap his coat around her, and bankrupt their entire bloodline overnight.
Yet, as Cassie stood in the dark and peeled off her fake silicone scar to reveal her flawless face, a deeper terror gripped her.
Tracing her stolen funds, she uncovered a name that made her blood run cold: The Syndicate.
It was the exact nightmare organization that had locked her in the asylum. Why were they controlling her family? And why did the billionaire look at her with such desperate, hidden nostalgia?
Cassie opened her encrypted laptop and dropped into the Dark Web.
She wasn't just a discarded bride. She was the legendary hacker "Nyx," and she was going to burn them all to the ground.
9.0
For years, I exhausted myself trying to be the perfect, obedient heiress of the ultra-wealthy Carlisle family.
But my reward wasn't their love. Instead, I was abruptly branded a fake, thrown out of the estate, and sent to a brutal black-site prison to take the fall for someone else's crimes.
My cold CEO brother, Julian, didn't lift a finger to save me. My carefully selected boyfriend, Connor, sold me out without a second thought.
In that maximum-security cell, I was stripped of my dignity. I ate moldy, insect-infested bread, and my soft hands were covered in thick, ugly scars from fighting off murderers.
I watched inmates get beaten half to death over a single cracker, while my so-called family continued their pristine, luxurious lives on the outside.
"She's just a parasite, let her rot."
I died in that dark cell, completely abandoned. The sheer exhaustion of trying to please them, of trying to be flawless, washed over my final moments like a physical sickness.
I didn't understand why my absolute loyalty was repaid with such ruthless cruelty.
Then, water rushed out of my lungs in a violent, burning surge.
I opened my eyes to the pristine blue pool of the Carlisle estate, my body completely unscarred. I had reverted to being fifteen again.
This time, I was done playing the perfect daughter. If my fate was a prison cell, I was going to spend my remaining freedom tearing their perfect world apart.
7.7
Dasia's twin brother, Gerald, was an e-sports prodigy, the rising star of the Glory team.
But during a crucial moment, he was framed by his own teammates. They orchestrated a trap that completely destroyed his reputation and left his right hand brutally crushed.
Instead of getting him medical help, the club threw him out into the freezing rain, bleeding and disgraced. The manager labeled him useless trash and slapped him with a five-million-dollar termination fee to bleed him dry. Stripped of his pro status, the wealthy bullies at his prep school relentlessly targeted him, mocking his crippled hand and beating him down.
Dasia watched her twin brother cry in his room, his life and dreams shattered by the people he trusted. A violent, suffocating rage boiled in her chest. How could they smile while crushing his hand? Why should the victim be treated like a rotting piece of garbage while the perpetrators get rich and celebrated?
She didn't shed a single tear. She stood in front of the mirror, took a pair of scissors, and ruthlessly hacked off her waist-length hair. She wrapped her chest in coarse medical bandages until her ribs screamed, and pulled on his oversized black hoodie.
"Everything you took from him, I am going to take back with interest."
The girl in the mirror was gone. She was Gerald now. She secretly passed the brutal online tryouts for Glory's biggest rival, the elite Blackflame team, and signed their official contract. The revenge had officially begun.