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: A perfect switchThen came the beep.The sharp sound echoed across the depot, and every muscle in my body locked.It had begun.Marco slowly lowered the binoculars and exhaled."It's time."Out in the open, Renz reacted exactly as we'd planned. He bolted toward the black SUV without hesitation. His hand grabbed the handle and pulled. He knew it was locked, but he kept pulling.His fist slammed hard against the reinforced window a couple times but the glass refused to give way."Damn..." I muttered under my breath. For a split second...Even I forgot it was an act. Renz looked completely broken. He leaned close to the window, resting one hand against the glass as his lips moved. Whatever he whispered was clearly meant only for her.We both couldn't hear a word. But somehow... It didn't feel rehearsed. Marco shook his head with the faintest grin."Someone give that man an Oscar." A quiet chuckle escaped me. "He deserves two."We couldn't move yet. Not while Malachi was still scanning the yard. Renz sud
Last Updated: 2026-07-22
Chapter: The trap within the TrapRoman's PovLast night had been long. Sleep never came.Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back in that dining hall, watching Luis Renz quietly listen while I explained the only weakness I believed Malachi still had.His pride.It had been years since I'd last stood before Renz.Back then, he was already a dangerous man. Now...He felt different. Broad shoulders, more tattoos...he looked larger than I remembered with the same terrifying calm...Only heavier now.Like a man who had buried too much of himself and learned to live with what remained.. I walked straight into the Shadow King's hideout and he listened to what I had to say, A few questions were past, doubt, Renz tested every word I'd said......then accepted my suggestion. He was risking everything on information coming from a former enemy.That...That was something Malachi could never do. Malachi rules with fear. Renz rules with trust and maybe that is why men kept choosing him. I owed Renz nothing. He didn't even
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: A fatal gamble!The drive back to the estate was painfully quiet.The engine hummed through the empty road while none of us found the strength to speak. Roman sat beside me in complete silence. His wife remained at the back with their little boy asleep against her shoulder, one hand gently stroking the child's hair as though reassuring herself he was still there.I kept my eyes on the road. Trusting Roman was already a dangerous gamble. Bringing him into our hideout...That was an even bigger one.If he truly meant every word he had said...Then today might become the turning point of this war. But if he was lying...and this was another one of Malachi's games...Then I had just handed our location to the enemy.And this time...Renz would never forgive me. The thought stayed with me until the familiar gates finally appeared ahead. The guards recognized my car almost immediately...as the heavy iron gates slid open.Roman watched them carefully before looking farther into the estate."So..." His voice wa
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: A risk worth takingHe then stepped aside, I walked into the house, but before I had taken two steps, the door shut almost immediately behind me. The sound echoed louder than it should have.My eyes wandered around the room.The place was small but neat.Nothing about it suggested the man living here had once worked for one of the most feared criminals in Italy.Then my eyes caught them.A woman sat on the old sofa, patiently feeding a little boy who couldn't have been older than four. The child laughed softly at something she whispered.I blinked.Roman... had a family?That was new.He noticed where I was looking and sighed."How did you find me?" he asked. His voice wasn't curious. It was cold.I shrugged lightly. "Some things just happen." His expression didn't change."No."He took a slow step toward me."They don't. So I'll ask again." He said narrowing his eyes."How...""...did you find me?"The room suddenly felt much smaller. "That's not important right now.""Were you followed. You know Malac
Last Updated: 2026-07-10
Chapter: The last lead : ROMANMarco's PovSmoke escaped slowly from my lips as I stared into the endless darkness surrounding our compound.It had been two weeks. Two long weeks since everything fell apart. The hideout was quieter than ever. My men stood guard around the building while the others remained inside. No one joked anymore. No one laughed.Not after what Malachi had done.I took another drag from the cigarette, my thoughts drifting back to the video he had sent.Nyx...Camila...The little girl...They were tied to chairs, bruised and bleeding while Malachi laughed behind the camera. Every time I remembered their faces, my chest tightened.Then there was Renz.He had become someone else. He barely spoke. Barely slept. He answered only when necessary, and even then, his voice carried nothing but cold silence. Everyone knew he was trying to hold himself together so no one dared stand in its path.Even Bronco kept his distance. Everyone did. And every time I looked at him ...I heard his voice in my head .
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: The explosion...**Two Weeks Later**Malachi's PovBeautiful.There was something strangely beautiful about silence before destruction.I stood atop a stack of weathered shipping containers overlooking the enormous cargo depot that had made me millions over the years. My hands rested lazily on the rusted railing.Rows of towering containers stretched across the yard like a maze. Cargo trucks stood parked in neat lines while cranes loomed overhead. To anyone else, this looked like an ordinary shipping yard.To me...It was a theater. And today's performance had only one audience.Luis Renz.I couldn't stop smiling as his black figure walked through the entrance exactly as instructed.Alone.I chuckled."A good boy after all."Why wouldn't he obey?After receiving the little video I sent him with his precious family tied up... bleeding... terrified...How could he possibly refuse?Besides, even if he'd wanted to bring an army, it wouldn't have mattered. No one could enter this depot without my knowledge
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
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