DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE
Sign the damn divorce papers, Aurora.” Richard Snarled.
A faint smirk touched my lips.Did he truly think I was that much of a fool?
“You think I’ll grant you the privilege of spending my father’s wealth with your mistress?”My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “I’m not signing a thing.”
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She died so she could live. After her husband, Richard and her best friend, conspired to murder her for her inheritance, Aurora awoke in a new body, her memories perfectly intact, She soon discovered her husband and her best friend were now married, and in control of the fortune she thought she had left behind. Now, armed with a different face, she has returned.
The game has changed. The betrayed wife is gone, and in her place stands an avenger, ready to destroy the people who killed her and reclaim the life they stole.
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Chapter: Chapter 31: Trust meChapter 31: Trust me Jessica woke up that morning with an unusual burst of energy, the kind that made her hum softly under her breath. For once, the world felt quiet — beautifully quiet. Her phone lay somewhere on the nightstand, face down, on silent. She didn’t even glance at it. “God, this feels amazing,” she murmured with a satisfied stretch. “Waking up without that damn phone buzzing like it owns me.” She padded into the bathroom, the marble floor cool beneath her feet. The scent of lavender filled the air as she began her morning ritual — cleanser, mask, steam, rinse. Each movement was deliberate, almost indulgent, as if she were washing off the remnants of yesterday’s chaos. Today was hers. She had a meeting with Elizabeth later — a partnership discussion that, in Jessica’s mind, meant power. Control. A fresh start. After the shower, she towel-dried her hair, grabbed her phone and bag, and still didn’t bother checking the screen lighting up with thousands of unre
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter 30: Cheers to poetic justice Chapter 30:Cheers to poetic justice I watched the phone ring until it finally stopped. The silence that followed didn’t just sit in the room , it pressed on it. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Unspoken. Charles bent down without a word, his jaw tight as he picked his shirt from the floor. He slipped it on, buttoning each button with that same cold, controlled calm he used when he was pissed. He didn’t even look at me. "You're leaving?" I asked quietly. "The rain has stopped already. I’ll drop you home. Call your driver to pick up your car," he said flatly, like every word was being forced out of his mouth. I could tell he was angry — well, I was too. I stood slowly, fingers fumbling as I buttoned up my shirt. "Charles, I’m sorry, I— didn’t—" "Elizabeth," he cut me off sharply. "Put on your jacket. We’re heading to the car." I only nodded. My jacket was still damp from earlier, heavy and cold in my hand. We stepped outside. The rain had eased into a thin drizzle, the streetlights re
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Chapter: Chapter 29: I want you Elizabeth Chapter 29: I want you Elizabeth "Please—drive faster," Vanessa urged the driver as rain hammered the windshield. Night smeared the city into streaks of light and shadow; the tires hissed over wet asphalt. She fumbled in her bag, thumbed Richard’s number, and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Mr. Williams." Richard's voice came cold and measured from the other end. "Hello?" "Mr. Williams. I—I'm afraid I have some not-so-good news." Vanessa's words were clipped; calm on the surface, with a tremor of fear beneath. A few seconds of static passed. "Spill it," Richard ordered, flat. "Someone's following me. I don't know who, but we have to be careful. Remember the noise we heard at your study? That was—" She stopped, swallowed the panic that wanted to break free. "That was very strange." A bitter huff escaped him. "How did you escape? How did you lose them?" "I lured them into a dark alley and slipped away by a back route. I also had some men create a distraction." Her v
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Chapter: Chapter 28: Are you jealous? Chapter 28: Are you jealous? Fortunately, Richard wasn’t close to me. If he had been pressed against me, if Jessica had walked in even a second earlier, that would have been a mess. A complete mess. "Yes, I was just leaving. Richard and I were only discussing work," I said, my voice calm, steady, like nothing was happening. I opened the rear door of my car. Jessica’s eyes lingered on me, sharp, searching, watching. She was suspicious. I could see it. But she had nothing. Not yet. "You should be on your way, Miss Alvarez. It’s getting late," she purred, her voice soft but her eyes cold. I gave a small smile, nodded, and got into the car. I didn’t even look back. I just drove. The night air outside felt like freedom. Fresh, wide, open. After that suffocating party full of fake laughs and expensive lies, breathing felt like a blessing. Red traffic light. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window. Just resting. Just thinking. Just breathing.
Last Updated: 2025-11-04
Chapter: Chapter 27: Leaving Already ? Chapter 27: Leaving Already? The footsteps were already approaching closer; my heart thudded loudly against my ribs. No — I had to hide somewhere, but where? Fortunately, a heavy curtain hung in the corner, its folds swallowing the shadows. Maybe they wouldn’t find me there. Without wasting time, I scrambled to the curtain and pressed myself deep into its darkness. The study door creaked open. Richard and Vanessa stepped out, their eyes sweeping the room as if hunting for a loose thread of truth. Their gazes landed on the shattered glass cup scattered across the floor. “Was someone here?” Vanessa’s voice barely rose above a whisper. Richard’s gaze darkened as he paced the room, scanning every inch. He moved toward the curtain where I was crouched; my chest tightened with a cold, small panic. He reached for the fabric—a sharp knock cut through the air. He froze and glanced toward the door. “Go hide somewhere,” he ordered Vanessa. She slipped into a corner while Richard open
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Chapter: Chapter 26: The Birthday Party Chapter 26: The Birthday Party A Few Days Later (Aurora) A sleek black Porsche rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Williams estate. The evening air held a faint chill, carrying with it the quiet hum of luxury and old money. My chauffeur stepped out first, opening the rear door for me with practiced grace. I glanced at the mansion, this used to be my home, now these bastards have taken everything. The party decorations were… extravagant. Elegant, yes—gold-trimmed floral arches, tall crystal vases overflowing with white orchids, and an expensive string quartet playing softly near the fountain—but it all felt painfully curated. Beautiful in a way that lacked warmth. Like everything here, it wasn’t my taste. Too polished. Too soulless. Too Williams. I stepped out, the hem of my dress trailing like liquid dusk. It was a floor-length black satin gown with a low back and a slit running just high enough to whisper scandal. Simple. Sharp. Dangerous. I wasn’t here to blend in. I
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CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE)
Kyra should have died the night her world was reduced to ash.
Born into a powerful bloodline of fire witches, she watched her family fall—slaughtered by a king terrified of their magic. Scarred by flames and driven by vengeance, she returns to the kingdom years later, disguised beneath another face and hiding in plain sight as a palace servant. Her mission is simple: learn the king’s secrets and, when the time is right, strike.
But fate has other plans.
Prince Lucian is nothing like his father--- the king.
Cursed as a werewolf, he has hidden his dark secret from the royal court for years. The only cure? A witch’s blood—Kyra’s blood.
When Lucian meets Kyra, an unexpected bond ignites between them. He should be her greatest enemy, yet fate twists their paths together. For beneath her servant’s disguise, Kyra is no ordinary girl—she is the last of a fire-witch bloodline, bent on avenging her family by killing the king.
When Lucian discovers her secret and her deadly mission, he doesn’t condemn her. Instead, he offers to help her, driven by his hatred for his father… and his growing love for her.
But as their alliance deepens, a devastating truth emerges: the only way to end Lucian’s curse is through sacrifice—Kyra’s life or his own. Now, Kyra must face an impossible choice: save herself… or the man she loves.
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Chapter: Chapter 52: Flesh and fireChapter 52: Flesh and fire (KYRA) Lucian and I lay on the bed, his arm wrapped around me while my head rested on his shoulder. Memories flickered behind my eyes like a shattered film reel—blood, fire, the king’s last breath, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Are you alright?” Lucian’s voice was quiet, gentle, his fingers brushing slowly through my hair. “I don’t know, Lucian.” My voice cracked. It sounded like broken glass scraping against stone. Bittersweet. On one hand, I felt relief, satisfaction even, that I had finally killed the king. But on the other… fear wrapped its hands around my throat. Darian. His army. His wrath. His revenge. Lucian shifted, sitting upright and tugging me with him until I was facing him fully. “No matter what happens, I’m going to protect you, Kyra. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.” His words were as soothing as warm rain on a cold night. I lifted my hand, my fingertips grazing the sharp line of his jaw. “Lucian, I’m s
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Chapter: Chapter 51: Blood for a throne Chapter 51: Blood for a throne (Kyra) We wrapped shawls around our faces and slipped through the dusk toward Blackridge. I could already imagine Darian’s orders , soldiers posted at every crossroads, hawk-eyed and ready, so we moved small and quiet, as if the shadows themselves could swallow us. The boat rocked beneath our feet. The boatman kept casting those odd, lingering glances, and my skin prickled with each one. Lucian must have seen me tense; he leaned close and murmured, “Ignore him. We’ll be off this boat soon.” His voice was a warm thread against the cold air, and for a moment I let it anchor me. When we stepped onto Blackridge soil something inside me unclenched. The place felt both foreign and heartbreakingly familiar, like a name I hadn’t dared whisper in years. Memories came rushing back the instant my boots met the path. “So, where are we going to stay?” Isla asked, voice small. I swallowed hard at the thought of the old cottage Serah and I once called home.
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Chapter: Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning My hands trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from pure, overwhelming relief. Lucian pulled me into his arms before the emotion could swallow me whole. His embrace was warm, grounding, familiar. I felt my breath steady as I clung to him. The sword slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground, its blade stained with the final trace of a life that once ruled over kingdoms and nightmares. Zarreth—King, tyrant, monster—was gone. Just like that. Gone. Irene’s voice broke through the heavy silence, her tone flat and unshaken. “Send his body back to Kyratth.” Arthur bowed his head, a shadow crossing his features. “I’ll take care of it.” I rested my forehead against Lucian’s chest, but my heart was far from calm. Zarreth’s last words echoed, like a curse still hovering in the air. Would there come a day when Lucian would have to choose? Between saving me… or saving himself? Was our love truly destined to be the doom of us both?
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Chapter: Chapter 49: Laughter in Crimson Chapter 49: Laughter in Crimson"Why are you so shocked? You think I don't know you had something to do with Lucian's sudden illness?" Morgana's voice cut through the air like a blade. Her eyes glimmered with cold fury. "I may be quiet, Darian, but don’t take my silence for ignorance. I see everything. Once I have enough proof against you—believe me—that’ll be the end of you." With that, she turned sharply on her heels, her cloak brushing against the marble floor as she stormed out, leaving behind a trail of tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Darian stood frozen, completely bewildered. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his breath shallow. The guard beside him shifted nervously, his pale face drenched in fear. "Why the hell are you still here? Get the fuck out!" Darian thundered, his voice echoing through the corridor. When the guard scrambled away, Darian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "This bitch is going to ruin me," he muttered under his breath, staring at the s
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Chapter: Chapter 48: The King's Disappearance Chapter 48: The King's Disappearance "Mother? What do you mean, Lucian?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. Lucian struggled to sit upright, his disheveled hair falling over his face. His eyes, red and clouded with confusion, searched hers like a lost child seeking light in a storm. "How... how is this possible? You died, Mother. You—" His voice faltered, the words dying in his throat. His face twisted in disbelief, tears glistening on his lashes. I caught Arthur’s bewildered stare — the woman he came with was now an entirely different person. "I died," she said softly, her voice echoing with pain and ancient sorrow. "But the gods gave me another chance." Lucian’s breath hitched. "Another chance? Why? Just tell us everything! Why did you come back… wearing another face?" His tone cracked between anger and desperation. Irene drew in a long, weary sigh — the kind of sigh that carried the weight of years, of secrets too heavy to speak.
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Chapter: Chapter 47: UNVEILED Chapter 47: UNVEILED"Lucian, how is this possible? I don’t understand, I—" the words trailed off like a dying whisper. Lucian stood abruptly, raking his fingers through his hair in sheer frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. My breathing grew ragged, uneven. I tried to steady it, but I couldn’t. "So what?" I snapped, rising to my feet as well. "We’ve been together all this time, and you haven’t hurt me. I’m sure we can figure something out, a cure, anything! But that doesn’t mean we have to end this, Lucian!" The words spilled from me in a single breath. I didn’t even notice when the tears began to fall. A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he stepped closer, his expression carved from steel. "Don’t you get it, Kyra? The longer we stay together, the worse the curse gets. Remember that night I almost lost control? That’s exactly what will happen if we keep pretending everything’s fine—or worse." His voice was sharp enough to cut through air. I had never seen hi
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