The Crowned Nobody: a Brand New Bitch
Seven years ago, Aria was left shattered when Liam Brooks, the golden heir, denied her after spending the night with her and made her the center of ruthless humiliation. Once the broken nerd girl, she disappeared from that world—only to rise again, stronger, sharper, and untouchable.
Now she's a celebrated fashion icon, Aria stands on the cusp of defending her crown at the Haute Couture Awards. But fate twists cruelly when Liam returns, no longer just her past tormentor but a powerful figure entangled in her present.
What begins as a battle of ambition soon sparks a dangerous game of attraction and revenge. Aria is determined to win, to never bow again, even if it means turning Liam’s own fire against him.
This time, the clash is personal—and only one of them might walk away unscathed.
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Chapter: My attitude is twice your heightAria's PovLately, happiness came easier to me. Winning Top Brand of the Year for the second time felt like a crown on my head, It proof that the girl everyone once mocked had burned her scars into gold. But what thrilled me most wasn’t the award—it was the fact that Liam Brooks, of all people, had been there to watch me shine. The same boy who once spat disgust in my face had now been forced to clap for me with the rest of the world. If that wasn’t payback, I didn’t know what was. Would I ever forgive him? I didn’t know. But I was certain about one thing—I wanted nothing to do with him. When I first saw him that night, the urge to deny him was instinctive. To look him in the eye and pretend he was a stranger—God, the way his expression faltered fed me like oxygen. It was nourishing, intoxicating. That night, Mum and Kollin—no, Dad, because that’s what he’d become to me—took me out to celebrate. They clapped when the waiter brought out champagne, laughed when I toasted to “being n
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
Chapter: She's not the girl I knewLiam's Pov I couldn’t breathe when she walked away from me—like she hadn’t even recognized me. Aria Scarlett Monroe. No. Aria Nobody. That was who she used to be. A shadow, a footnote, the nerd with ink-stained fingers and hair she tried to hide behind. But the woman who just brushed past me in that glittering gown? That wasn’t the girl I remembered. That was someone else. Someone untouchable. And to think she said she doesn’t recognize me… damn, that was humiliating.” And then the stage lights hit her. Her name was called, and the hall burst into applause—cheers that rolled like thunder. I sat there, frozen, my chest twisting, my hands clapping even as shame clawed at my throat. She stood on that stage, radiant, crowned as the top brand designer of the year. Every inch of her glowed with power and grace, like she was born for this moment. It should have been a triumph for me too. My palms stung, and so did my pride. I was clapping for the same girl I once called ugly—only tha
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Past meets powerAria’s POVThe silk of my dress brushed smoothly against my skin as I adjusted the gown, its lines falling exactly as I had designed it—sharp, timeless, and commanding. Tonight was not just another gala. Tonight was the haute couture awards, the highest stage in the world I had fought tooth and nail to claim. I walked through the studio, my fingertips grazing the mannequins clothed in my latest collection. Bold cuts. Intricate embroidery. A whisper of rebellion stitched into every seam, I exhaled slowly. My work. My voice. Once upon a time, I had been the girl too afraid to even look people in the eye. But tonight, I'm the woman the industry will bowed to. Last year, they had crowned me the Top Designer Brand of the Year. And tonight, I intend to prove it had never been luck. When I was satisfied with every detail, I returned to my dressing mirror. I smiled as I watched my reflection stared back—no longer fragile, no longer broken. Seven years had carved steel where weakness use
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: Karma's coming Liam's Pov London had hardened me. The late nights buried in economics, the endless lectures about mergers and acquisitions, the luxury parties where men twice my age shook my hand with fake smiles—it had all left a mark. But when I had finally returned, the city no longer felt the same.I wasn’t just Liam Brooks anymore. I'm now the heir to my father’s empire, the man who would carry the Crownwell & Brooks name into a new dynasty.But of course, Father wouldn’t hand me the crown so easily.“Manage the departmental store first,” he had said, his voice stern with calculating eyes. “Prove you can build from the ground before you inherit the sky.”At first, I raged against the condition. A billionaire’s son reduced to running aisles of clothes and perfumes—it felt insulting. But I swallowed my pride, took the reins, and worked harder than I ever had. And it paid off. Sales tripled in less than a year. Yet still, I was only the man behind the curtain, not the face they applauded. And tha
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: A stage for HumiliationThe ride home felt like walking through shards of glass. My body still ached, my mind replaying every second of last night, twisting it sharper each time and I wanted to explode. When I pushed the door open, Mom was waiting. Her arms were folded, her eyes furious and worried all at once. “Aria Scarlett Monroe, where the hell were you last night?” Her voice cracked with anger. I tried to stand tall, to swallow it down, but the moment her gaze locked on my swollen eyes, my trembling lips, and the way I clutched myself like I’d shatter—her expression softened. Her anger melted into fear. “Baby… are you okay?” And that was it. The wall broke. My knees buckled. I tried to hold it in, but the tears. “Mom,” I cried, my voice breaking into pieces. “I… I messed up. Something happened—last night—Something I can’t take back.” She pulled me into her arms before I could finish. “Tell me. Whatever it is, I can take it. I’m here.” My words spilled between gasps and hiccups, messy and
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: Cruel heatI woke up in the morning from the sound of a running tap, the first thing I felt was pain. A dull ache between my thighs, my head throbbed like it had been split open. My whole body ached, tender in ways I had never felt before. The taste of alcohol still bitter on my tongue, but it was the heat of my skin—the phantom touch—that made me stir. I blinked against the strange ceiling above me. The room wasn’t mine. The sheets smelled unfamiliar, faintly of cologne and smoke. My hair was a tangled mess, spilling across my face. Strands stuck to my lips, others covering half of my vision. For a moment, I couldn’t even see properly, the world still spinning. Panic spread inside me as I sat up slowly, the heavy blanket sliding off my bare shoulders. And then it hit me. Last night. The drinks. The dancing. The boy. My stomach twisted. when I realized I was naked. Completely naked. I sucked in a breath, clutching the fabric to my chest as my heart crashed against my ribs. But the
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Nyx’s world shattered. Her parents celebrated her twin sister and ignored her entirely, a final insult after years of coldness and favoritism. Humiliated and aching to escape, she walked straight into Basque—the city’s most dangerous club.
There, under flashing lights and the pull of reckless music, she caught the eye of a man everyone feared—the ruthless mafia boss who owned the night. One drink, one touch, one reckless decision… and by morning, he was gone.
A month later, Nyx learned that she was pregnant. Her family’s rejection turned vicious, and she was cast out with nothing but her shame and the child growing inside her. Six years of struggle followed—cheap apartments, dead-end jobs, and a daughter who became her only reason to fight.
Then fate threw him back into her life.
A chance encounter. A cold stare. A card pressed into her hand.
Days later, tragedy struck—her little girl was left clinging to life after a hit-and-run. Desperate and out of options, Nyx went to the only man who could save her… unaware he was the father.
His price?
"Give me your body,and I'll give you money"
Now, Nyx must decide to sell her body to the devil who destroyed her, or watch the only person she loves slip away. But in the shadows of power and lust, nothing is as simple as a deal. And the devil always collects more than you owe.
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Chapter: After a long sleepRenz spent the next few days putting his life back together.He visited most of his properties, checked on his businesses, met with the people who had remained loyal, and dealt with everything Gabriel had left behind.But everywhere he went, there was always that same shock look. People stared at him as if they were looking at a ghost.Some just couldn't believe Luis Renz was alive. Others were too afraid to ask.A few of his old allies didn't bother hiding their happiness. They invited him to dinner, wanting to see the man they had thought was dead sitting across from them again.Renz accepted a few of those invitations.He went with Nyx.It was strange for him to walk into a room with her beside him after everything they had survived. Some people stared at them longer than they stared at him.Perhaps they were trying to understand how the dead Shadow King had returned with the woman everyone thought he'd lost. Fearful.Renz didn't care.For once, he had no reason to hide.And as fo
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: and the ones he had loved the most.Miami welcomed them differently. They had made it back. The air smelled familiar. For some of them, it felt like waking from a nightmare.Renz stood outside the hotel for a moment, staring at the city.Miami.For so long, it had existed only in his memories.Now he was standing in it again.. Renz breathed in slowly. This had been his territory, for years, he owned every night."Miami," he whispered.Nyx looked at him."You missed it that much?" He smiled. "I missed everything."She smiled back. For once, there was no war waiting behind the next door.No enemy watching.No gunfire.Just home.Renz turned toward his men. "You've all done enough." They looked at him. He handed each of them a generous amount of money. "Take your time off. Spend the money. Waste it. Do whatever the hell you want." A few men laughed.Renz smiled. "You earned it." One of them stepped forward. "Thank you boss." Renz's expression softened. "You have done me well." The man shook his head. "Still..."Renz pla
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: The ones he had lost… the ones he had found… andSome wounds were deeper than bullets. Bianca watched from the doorway.Camila was there again. For hours, she had barely moved. Her own body had not fully recovered, yet she refused to leave Marco's side since his surgery.Even when the doctors told her to rest, she would return. The doctors assured that his condition had finally become stable after the last convulsion, yet she still sat beside his bed, watching every movement of his chest. Sometimes she held his hand.She looked exhausted herself, but somehow she kept finding the strength to stay.Bianca watched her for a long time....and in that moment she understood that maybe love was not always about who had loved first. For years, she had convinced herself that perhaps Marco would eventually see her, and that had been a beautiful lie she told herself because she wanted it to be true.. that one day he would understand... maybe she only needed to wait.But watching Camila sit beside him made the truth painfully clear. She lowered
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: Storm is over....AFTERMATHThe war was over.But its consequences had only begun.For the first time in years, Malachi's name no longer carried fear.His men were scattered. His empire had fallen. His secrets had been exposed, and the man who had once ruled through fear was finally in chains.But victory had never looked beautiful. It looked like blood on the ground.Broken men being carried away. Smoke still hanging over the depot. And survivors holding on to one another because they were still alive. Renz stood with Nyx in his arms, unable to say much. He had spent so long fighting for this moment that he almost didn't know what to do with it.He had her.His daughter was alive.His people had survived. Malachi was finished. And somehow, after everything...They had finally made it home.****************Narrators PovFar away from the depot, hidden beyond the reach of ordinary eyes, stood Xaza.It wasn't a place anyone found by accident.The cell had been prepared for men who were never meant to se
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: After Everything: She was thereRenz's PovI was still in the inner section searching when one of the men came running toward me.“Boss!”I turned sharply.“What?”His breathing was heavy. He had one hand pressed against his communicator. “We just got word from the outer area. Malachi has been spotted there.”How? My entire body tensed...but I didn't let him see that.“Where exactly?” I demanded.He gave me the direction. I didn't waste another second. “Stay here. Help everyone in position." I told him then moved fast.The distance between the inner section and the outer depot wasn't small, but I barely noticed it. My mind had locked onto one thing.Ending Malachi.After everything he'd done, I wanted to see him on the ground with my own eyes. I pushed through the rows of containers, my men moving aside as I passed.Then—Bang!I stopped. The sound echoed again...then again..It came from somewhere ahead. I knew that sound... It was different from any ordinary gunshots. I immediately changed direction and followed it
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: Fear changed sideMalachi's PovWhat...What the fuck?My eyes stayed on the body that had just dropped in front of her.Gabe.“Fucking Gabe!” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. He had stepped directly in front of the bullet. The bullet meant for that bitch.Not him.Her.It should have gone straight through her. So why the hell had he taken it? For a few seconds, I couldn't move. I simply stared. Gabe dropped hard to the ground, blood already spreading across his chest. Why was he here?Why now?And why the hell would he take a bullet meant for her?Then I heard the shouting. “Get him!” My head snapped up. Men were turning toward me. Some were running between the containers. Others were already raising their weapons. I didn't wait to see who was for me...I ran. I didn't even know why.I just fucking ran.“Fuck!” I pushed between two containers and looked behind me...they were still coming.Why was I running for fuck sake?I was Malachi. This was my depot. My men. My territory. Ever
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
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