
The Scumbag's Regret: My Lethal Comeback
When Karina opened her eyes, she had transmigrated from a blood-soaked war zone into the body of a despised, D-list Hollywood "vase."
Before she could even process the glaring lights, the lead actress went entirely off-script, swinging a vicious slap right at her face.
Karina's muscle memory took over, nearly crushing the woman's wrist in a steel grip, but a much harsher reality was waiting for her back home.
The original owner had maxed out every credit card to buy a Ferrari and Rolexes for a scumbag idol named Kole, leaving Karina buried under a staggering three million dollar debt.
To make matters worse, Kole and the lead actress were teaming up as the main couple on a hit wilderness dating show.
Her agent told her she was contractually obligated to join the cast as their pathetic, obsessed ex-girlfriend, while millions of rabid fans spammed death threats online, waiting to watch her cry and break.
To a warlord who had crawled out of mass graves, this cyberbullying was a joke, but the crushing capitalist debt was a real threat.
"I'd like to see how hard the bones of these greenhouse flowers really are."
Karina chopped off her cheap blonde hair, scrubbed off the hideous makeup to reveal a lethal, flawless face, and packed her tactical survival gear.
If they wanted to use her as a stepping stone, she was going to show them what a real massacre looked like—while a certain untouchable A-list actor secretly listened to every bloodthirsty thought echoing in her mind.
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Chapter 3
Jefferson stared at the medical articles on his screen about 'schizophrenia' and 'neurological auditory hallucinations.' His frown deepened, a dark irritation clawing at his chest.
Just then, a sickeningly sweet wave of perfume hit his nose.
Candice Meadows walked up to the monitors, her face arranged into a mask of pitiful innocence.
"Jeff, what a surprise to see you here," Candice said, lowering her voice to sound breathy and vulnerable, angling her face to show off her best side. "We had a little accident on set earlier. I'm so embarrassed you had to see that."
Jefferson calmly locked his phone and slid it into his pocket. He gave her a freezing side-eye and leaned back, putting physical distance between himself and her suffocating perfume.
"I was just passing by to see Arthur," he said. His tone was dead flat. He didn't offer her a single extra syllable.
Candice's fake smile twitched, but she quickly recovered, opening her mouth to try again.
Arthur cut her off completely.
"Jeff! Perfect timing! You will not believe what I just caught on camera!" Arthur yelled, completely ignoring Candice's awkward presence.
Arthur's fingers flew across the control board. He pulled up the unedited long take from a few minutes ago-the exact moment Karina caught Candice's wrist and dominated the entire room with a single look.
Jefferson's eyes locked onto the screen.
When he saw the dead, bloodthirsty look in Karina's eyes, his pupils contracted sharply.
This was the exact same woman who, just moments ago, had stumbled into him because of low blood sugar, screaming in her head about wanting a burger. The contrast was staggering.
On the screen, she looked like a drawn blade. The raw, oppressive power radiating from her was so authentic that even Jefferson, a two-time Oscar winner, felt a jolt of genuine awe.
"Look at those micro-expressions! Look at the tension in her jaw!" Arthur slapped his thigh in excitement. "She's a genius! All those PR articles calling her a talentless vase are pure bullshit!"
Standing next to them, Candice watched her own pathetic, stumbling fall on the monitor. Her fingernails dug so hard into her palms they almost broke the skin. Jealousy ripped through her chest like a saw.
She couldn't let Jefferson think highly of that bitch. Candice took a deep breath and let out a dramatic, helpless sigh.
"Karina has been acting really strange today," Candice said softly. "It's probably because Kole is about to go on that reality dating show with her. She's just putting on this edgy act to get his attention."
Candice smoothly dropped the gossip, trying to reduce Karina's stunning performance to the desperate tactics of a obsessed ex-girlfriend.
Jefferson turned his head. His deep, amber eyes swept over Candice's hypocritical face, slicing through her dirty little calculation in a second.
"Is that so?" Jefferson's voice was quiet, but it carried a terrifying weight. "Because from where I'm standing, the way she looked at you... she genuinely wanted to kill you."
The words choked Candice. The blood drained from her face, leaving her pale and trembling. She took a step back, unable to form a single word of defense.
Right at that moment, the crisp voice echoed in Jefferson's brain again.
[Burp- This iced cola is literally giving me life! If only I had some fried chicken to go with it. ]
The corner of Jefferson's mouth twitched upward. It was a microscopic movement, but the heavy irritation caused by his supposed 'hallucinations' miraculously vanished.
He turned his head toward the craft service area in the distance. He couldn't see clearly through the crowd, but he knew exactly where she was-hiding in a corner, burping without a shred of dignity.
Arthur caught that fleeting smile. "Jeff? Are you interested in her?"
Jefferson pulled his gaze back, his face returning to its untouchable coldness. "Her acting is passable. Which is more than I can say for some vases who only know how to spray perfume."
The insult hit Candice like a physical slap across the face. Her cheeks burned a dark, humiliated red. She bit her lower lip so hard she tasted copper.
Realizing she was only humiliating herself further, Candice muttered a weak excuse, grabbed her assistant, and fled the monitor area like a beaten dog.
Once inside her luxury trailer, Candice swept every expensive bottle of makeup off her vanity. They shattered against the floor. Her chest heaved violently.
"Call the gossip blogs right now!" Candice screamed at her assistant. "Leak the story that Karina threw a diva fit and assaulted me on set! I want her cyberbullied into the ground before that reality show even airs!"
The assistant shrank back, pulling out her phone to contact the troll farms. A massive storm of public hatred was already brewing in the dark corners of the internet.
Back on set, Karina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her stomach was full. She stood up, ready to finish the last scene of this miserable day.
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8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
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8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.

8.4
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage.
Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move.
Then, she meets him.
Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close.
He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle.
One impulsive proposal changes everything.
"If you need a wife... marry me instead."
"Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."

8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."

9.5
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.

9.3
"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want."
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