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The Unreliable One

Author: Sueños
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-30 23:49:02

Olivia sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the shadows moving across the walls. They seemed alive, stretching long fingers toward her. She pressed her hands to her temples. The laughter from the night before still rang in her ears, Jessica’s voice, taunting, echoing through the house. But when she and Ethan searched the rooms, there had been no one there. No broken locks. No sign of an intruder.

So had it happened? Or had her mind invented it?

Her breath came fast. She dug her nails into her palms until it hurt. Pain grounded her, reminded her she was still real, still present. But the doubt crept in again, whispering, “What if you are the unreliable one?”

The thought wouldn’t leave.

The manuscript lay on the desk where she had left it, its pages crumpled, stained with sweat and fingerprints. Olivia forced herself to pick it up, flipping through. The story she was writing looked less like fiction every day. Ethan’s character, Jessica’s shadow, the twisted games, it was all too clos
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  • The First Wife’s Revenge    Seducing The Enemy

    The lights of the penthouse flickered as Olivia stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. Rain streaked down the windows behind her, catching in the city skyline like liquid silver. She paused for a moment, feeling the black ring on her finger pulse, tight and insistent. It reminded her that she wasn’t just here as Olivia Monroe Castillo. She was the Reborn, someone whose past and present had been stitched together by blood, power, and Jessica’s lingering influence.Tonight, she was hunting. And her prey wasn’t just anyone, it was Marcus Vale.He wasn’t just a financier. He was dangerous, untouchable, and tied intimately to Ethan’s hidden empire. Marcus had the charm to seduce, the ruthlessness to manipulate, and the wealth to cover every dirty secret that could ruin Olivia if he wanted.But she had a secret of her own now, knowledge, influence, and the dangerous allure of someone who could play the game better than he could.She stepped i

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Hidden Heirloom

    The underground temple smelled of candle wax and rose oil. The walls were smooth marble, polished like mirrors, reflecting firelight that flickered like heartbeats. Olivia stood among women in black silk veils, each holding a golden bowl filled with crimson petals. The air felt heavy, almost alive. Every sound seemed amplified, a breath, a whisper, a step.The priestess moved through the circle. She was tall, graceful, and ancient looking, her voice soft yet sharp like a blade wrapped in velvet.“Welcome, Seeker,” she said. “The circle has been waiting.”Olivia bowed her head slightly, her heart pounding. “I’m here to offer,” she said. Her voice was calm, but inside, she was calculating. Every face could be an ally or a trap.The priestess smiled. “Offerings are welcome. But what you bring tonight is not gold. It’s remembrance.”Olivia froze. “Remembrance?”The priestess touched Olivia’s wrist, tracing the faint scar there, one she didn’t remember getting. “You carry the mark,” she wh

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    Blood Oath

    The moon was full over the Carpathians, silver light dripping over the forest like droppings of mercury. Olivia drove through the winding roads alone, the headlights cutting through fog thick as smoke. Every turn felt like it could be the last.She wasn’t Olivia Monroe here.Tonight, she was Elena Roth, a patron, a donor, one of the nameless investors drawn to the promise of rebirth.The invitation had been hand delivered to her hotel by a man who never spoke. The paper was black, the seal crimson wax. Inside it said only, “Those who seek truth must pay in blood. Sanctuary of the Oath, midnight.”Her pulse hadn’t calmed since.The sanctuary loomed ahead, an ancient fortress half carved into the mountain. Torches flared along its steps, casting gold against black stone. Guards dressed in ceremonial red stood at the gate. They didn’t ask for identification. They only extended their hands.Olivia knew what they wanted.She drew a small blade from her clutch, pricked her finger, and let

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Romanian Shadow

    Bucharest greeted Olivia with cold rain and marble light.The airport was nearly empty when she stepped out of the private terminal. Her black coat swept the floor, her hair tied back tight, eyes hidden behind dark glasses. The air smelled like wet stone and cigarettes. It wasn’t New York. It wasn’t home. But maybe that was the point.A driver waited with a sign that said MONROE.He was silent as he led her to a black car. The windows were tinted too dark. The city passed in flashes, neon signs, narrow alleys, old churches. The streets felt older than memory.“Hotel Athenee Palace,” she said quietly.He didn’t answer. Just drove.The hotel was all chandeliers and whispers. Olivia checked in under a false name, Elena Monroe. Her room overlooked the city square, where pigeons scattered around a bronze statue of a long dead ruler.She ordered black coffee and unpacked slowly. Laptop, files, the wax sealed envelope. Then the map, the one marked Project R.There was a note scribbled in Et

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Empire Blueprint

    The storm had passed, but the silence that followed was worse.Jessica’s double had vanished as quickly as she appeared. The company, Ethan’s empire was a carcass picked clean by scandal and fear. Reporters camped outside. Investors fled. The once golden name of Henderson Company now tasted like ash in everyone’s mouth.But Olivia Henderson was done mourning what wasn’t hers.She was building something new.The penthouse smelled like metal and coffee. The walls were bare now, except for one whiteboard covered in sketches, dresses, fabric swatches, color palettes, logos. Across the top, in big bold handwriting, she had written, “MONROE ATELIER”.Her new empire.“Minimalism, elegance, rebellion,” she murmured, tracing her finger over a sketch. “No past. No ghosts.”The name ‘Monroe’ came from her mother, someone the world never knew, a woman who had sewn dresses in a small apartment while dreaming of Paris. Olivia wanted this brand to feel alive again, not like the broken corporations s

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    Ghost Return

    The office had never been so quiet.Everyone spoke in whispers now, like the walls might be listening. Even the guards who used to stand confidently at the doors now looked nervous, avoiding each other’s eyes.Jessica’s return had shaken them all.No one could explain it. She had been gone for weeks, declared missing, presumed dead. Then she walked into the boardroom like nothing happened, smiling, calm, and radiant.And she left behind a flash drive that had changed everything.Olivia didn’t sleep that night.The flash drive sat on her desk, a small, ordinary object that felt like a bomb. She hadn’t dared to open it yet, not after what Jessica said: Everything you think you control was mine first.It played in her head over and over.Was it true?Had Jessica planned this all along, her disappearance, the chaos, Ethan’s breakdown, even Olivia’s rise to CEO?The thought made Olivia’s chest tighten. She walked to the window and looked down at the city below. The rain streaked the glass,

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