Reborn From Ashes: The Vengeful Socialite's Return
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.
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Chapter 4
The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room. Estrella was already downstairs.
She didn't go to the kitchen to cook. Instead, she sat in the chair directly to the right of the head of the table. She poured herself a cup of black Colombian coffee from the silver carafe and opened the Wall Street Journal.
Julian trudged down the stairs, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He walked into the dining room and stopped.
He stared at the empty table. "Where are my blueberry pancakes?" he demanded, his voice whiny and entitled.
Estrella didn't look up. She turned a page of the newspaper.
Julian's face turned red. He marched over to her and slammed his hand down on the table, rattling the fine china.
"Are you deaf, you stupid bitch?" Julian yelled. "Make my breakfast! You don't get to sit here and do nothing!"
Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Judith, wearing a silk robe, walked down, a smug look on her face. She was ready to watch the show.
Encouraged by his grandmother's presence, Julian reached out to grab the plate of scrambled eggs the maid had just set in front of Estrella.
Before his fingers could touch the porcelain, Estrella snapped the newspaper shut.
Her hand shot out, grabbing the handle of the silver carafe. Without a second of hesitation, she flicked her wrist upward.
The scalding hot black coffee splashed directly across Julian's chest, soaking instantly into his pristine white school uniform shirt.
Julian let out a blood-curdling scream. He stumbled backward, clutching his chest, and tripped over his own feet, crashing to the floor.
Judith shrieked. She ran across the room and dropped to her knees beside her grandson, her hands hovering over his red, blistering skin.
The maids in the corner gasped, one of them dropping a tray of silverware with a loud crash. Two of the younger girls exchanged a look of pure terror mixed with undeniable awe at the sudden shift in power, before quickly backing out of the room to avoid the crossfire.
Judith whipped her head around, her face twisted in pure fury. "You psychotic animal! I'll kill you!" She lunged upward, raising her hand to strike Estrella.
Estrella didn't flinch. She picked up her heavy crystal water goblet and smashed it against the edge of the mahogany table.
The glass shattered. Estrella held the jagged, broken stem in her hand, pointing the sharp edges directly at Judith's face.
Judith froze in her tracks. Her eyes widened in terror.
Estrella stood up. Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood floor as she stepped closer to the older woman.
"Scream at me again," Estrella said, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "And the next thing I pour on him will be acid."
Julian stopped wailing. He scrambled backward on the floor, hiding behind Judith's legs, trembling uncontrollably.
Estrella looked down at them, her eyes cold and merciless. "Until the divorce papers are signed, I am the lady of this house. If any of you cross me again, I will drag this entire family to hell with me."
The dining room was dead silent. The only sound was the coffee dripping from the table onto the floor.
Estrella tossed the broken glass onto the table. She grabbed a napkin, wiped her hands, and picked up her Hermes Birkin bag from the chair.
She stepped over the puddle of coffee and walked out the front door, leaving them shaking in her wake.
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But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
8.1
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She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.
7.9
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9.7
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7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
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She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.
7.9
For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely.
But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company.
He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data.
"You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt.
Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone.
She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television.
Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out.
Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection.
As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache.
Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed?
When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone.
She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore.
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Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.