Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

I was just a struggling actress in Hollywood, desperate for a chance to prove myself. But the people I trusted most pushed me into hell. My boyfriend, Kole, and my best friend, Brittny, drugged me and handed my hotel room key to an abusive, greasy producer. They traded my body just so Kole could secure a movie role. As the producer pinned me to the bed and tore at my clothes, the original me died of sheer, paralyzing terror. I saw the text message on his phone, a gloating confirmation of my ruin. "She's all mine. You'll get your part." I realized the two people I loved most had treated me like a cheap bargaining chip. While I was being assaulted, they were probably celebrating, building their future fame on my absolute destruction. I didn't understand why they would do this. I gave them all my love and loyalty, only to be betrayed and discarded like trash. The sickening mix of love, betrayal, and paralyzing fear should have been the end of my pathetic, helpless life. But instead of breaking, a cold, calculating consciousness awakened inside me. The soul of "Reaper," a legendary underground doctor and ruthless operative, took over this fragile body. I snapped the producer's wrist, collected my blackmail evidence, and walked out into the cold Los Angeles night. This new life is a war, and it's time to make them pay.

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Chapter 8

The lawyer's office was all dark wood and leather, designed to project an aura of power and stability. Arely placed a cashier's check on the polished mahogany desk.

"That's the full penalty for breaking my contract with my agency," she said. "I want it terminated. Today."

The lawyer, a man named Mr. Davies, looked from the check to her, his expression troubled. "Ms. Wallace, with all due respect, this is the worst possible time. Kole Bowman is holding a press conference as we speak. If you terminate your contract now, it will look like an admission of guilt."

Arely simply took out her phone and placed it on the desk, the live stream of the press conference already playing.

Kole was at a podium, his eyes red-rimmed, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. He was a master performer.

"...a victim of silent abuse," he was saying, his voice thick with emotion. "Arely's moods were... violent. Her paranoia, her jealousy... I was walking on eggshells for years. I made a mistake with Brittny, yes. But I was driven to it. I was desperate for a moment of peace."

Brittny, sitting beside him, nodded and dabbed at her eyes, playing the part of a fellow survivor.

The live chat was exploding. The tide of public opinion, so firmly against him hours ago, was beginning to turn.

Wow, I never knew. She always seemed a bit off.

So he's the real victim here?

Classic crazy ex-girlfriend story.

Mr. Davies paled. "Do you have anything to refute this?"

A cold smile touched Arely's lips. She opened Twitter. She didn't write a single word of defense. She just uploaded the audio file.

She attached a simple caption: The Truth.

The first clip was Kole's voice, slick and arrogant. "That idiot will give me anything I want. A few sweet words and her bank account is mine. As soon as I land this Marvel role, I'm dumping her."

The second clip was more graphic. It was Kole, his voice unmistakable, negotiating a weekend with a married studio executive in exchange for an audition.

The third thing became the final straw: Cole instructed Brittany on how to search through Arelly's belongings and find anything he could use to blackmail her later.

Twitter went into meltdown. The audio file spread like a digital wildfire.

On the live stream, Kole was still spinning his tale of woe, oblivious. Then, his publicist rushed onto the stage, her face ashen, and shoved a phone in his face.

Kole's eyes scanned the screen. The blood drained from his face. His legs gave out, and he crumpled behind the podium. Brittny let out a shriek and ran from the stage. The press conference descended into chaos.

Arely stopped the video. She looked at the stunned lawyer.

"Now," she said, her voice calm. "About that contract."

Mr. Davies swallowed hard and began stamping papers with a new, frantic energy.

When Arely walked out of the building, a small swarm of paparazzi was already waiting. She ignored their shouted questions, a serene smile on her face, and slid into her waiting car.

Inside, her phone buzzed. A text from Alfred Pemberton's number appeared, but the curt, direct language was clearly not his.

Well played.

It was Elsworth. He'd been watching.

She typed back a reply. That was just the interest. The principal is yet to come.

A moment later, another call came through. It was Alfred Pemberton from the Hall estate. His voice was tight with panic.

"Ms. Wallace! It's Mrs. Hall! Something's wrong!"

Arely's calm demeanor vanished, replaced by an icy focus. "What did Isadora do?"

"She changed the medication protocol while Mr. Hall was out. Mrs. Hall... she's slipped into a deep coma. Her vitals are crashing."

Arell slammed on the gas, and the car sped away. "Keep her steady. I'm on my way to the airport. Get me to the operating room immediately."

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7.4

Fated to My Father's Killer

7.4

"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!" The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls. But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak. She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father. Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate. *** Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed. She thought he was her destiny. Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders. One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes. Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming. An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk. For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed. Because the man who destroyed her life? The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands? He was her fated mate. Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him. But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade. "You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you." And when he does? He won't just cage her body. He'll claim her soul.

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8.5

His Contracted Wife: When Revenge Meets Love

8.5

Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she's back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** "I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away. Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care." "Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "This is just a contract." "Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet. "It shouldn't." Her breath faltered. His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."

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8.9

Mistaking The Ruthless CEO For An Escort

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."

Action Billionaire Modern

7.7

Seducing And Playing My Alphas

7.7

Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans. Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time. But revenge comes at a cost. Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control. And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself? Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.

Action Mystery Romance

7.1

Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis

7.1

I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us. But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum. They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families. To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister. Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments. The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell. "Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members." He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress. For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed. Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power. Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911. If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.

Action Billionaire Modern

Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

Chapter 8

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