Between Ruin And Revenge: Her Regret

"Just watch... I'll take you away from that deceitful woman." Yvette whispered softly, but the resolve in her heart was unshakable. Her heart shattered as she witnessed the wedding of Aaron-the man she had loved for so long, the very same adoptive brother who once gave her a sense of home-to another woman. It was no secret. Aaron knew how she felt. And yet, he still chose to marry someone else... as if Yvette's love had never meant a thing. Just when she tried to accept that painful reality, she uncovered a truth far more devastating. Belinda... was not as kind as she seemed. The cunning hidden behind her gentle smile only made it harder for Yvette to let go-only strengthened her belief that the man she loved had fallen into the wrong hands. The love she had once buried deep within her heart had now twisted into something far darker. An obsession. Yvette no longer wished to surrender. She would take back what was meant to be hers... by any means necessary. Even if it meant destroying their marriage.

One night of deception. A lifetime of consequences. A bond that cannot be broken. Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home. Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil. To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle. Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley. The catch? She must swap places with her spiteful cousin. Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity. What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal. Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever. But fate has a different plan. Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries. As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them. Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee. As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost. Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything. When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.

Darcie Miller survives elite St. Jude's Academy on sarcasm and invisibility, steering clear of golden quarterback Charles Sterling-her most ruthless tormentor. But when her father's bankruptcy hands everything to the Sterling family, Darcie faces a humiliating ultimatum: move into Charles's mansion as his live-in "academic handler" to keep him eligible for graduation. Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.

Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away. I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew. Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived? Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for? Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?

The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted. Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected. Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring. I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction. A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.

I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost. When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust. His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa. When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight. "My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together." Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion. The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids. "Clean this up." They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest. I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy." As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta. When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown. I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday. This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.