Why Does The Protagonist Bake In Revenge Cake?

I found my husband with another woman, and by the next day, she was calling my mother "Mom." Selene thought discovering her pregnancy would save her marriage. Instead, she walked in on her husband with his first love, learned she wasn't her parents' biological daughter, and watched as her entire world was handed to a stranger. Aurora, the biological daughter, the first love, the woman with a vendetta. She knows about the pregnancy. She knows about the hospital cover-up. She knows everything. And she won't stop until Selene has nothing left. Some betrayals are planned years in advance. This one was perfect.

I loved eating cakes. My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me. I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner. My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!" She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much better!" She grabbed a baking sheet and smacked me hard with it. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. That night, she brought home a little girl. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I begged for her forgiveness. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please don't throw me away. I swear I'll never eat another cake!" She slapped me across the face, but that wasn't enough to quench her anger. She tossed me into the big oven. "I'm not your mom! You love cakes so much? Stay in there and reflect on what you've done! You and your worthless dad both deserve to die!" After she slammed the door and stormed out, the little girl skipped over to the oven, grinning smugly as she hit the switch. "From now on, your mom is gonna be mine!" The oven kicked on, and the temperature began to rise. I smiled bitterly. At least this way, my mom could finally be happy.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

I was shot in the chest, blood trickling from my mouth. And the one who held the gun…was the man I loved. I crumbled beside Nancy, my maid, who was shot clean in the head while trying to protect me. If only second chances existed…I’ll make them pay. Then darkness swallowed me. Waking up, I found myself alive and a man of devilish allure sitting next to me. “Marry me and watch them pay for their sins.” I took his hand, agreeing to his demand with one goal: revenge. I would make each and everyone beg for mercy. Hold on dear family, my sweet revenge has just begun.

She died once in fire while the man she loved watched her burn without a single step forward. Elena Vale was the villainess of a romance novel—written to be hated, destroyed, and discarded at the end of the story. And she did die exactly like that. Until she woke up at the beginning of it all. The night of the Arden Charity Gala. The night everything was supposed to start. This time, Elena remembers everything—every betrayal, every humiliation, every moment she was written to lose. But instead of begging for survival… She chooses revenge. Because if the world insists she is the villainess, then she will become one they cannot control. A woman who does not beg for love. A woman who builds power instead of tears. A woman who turns her ending into a beginning of destruction. And as she rises, something strange begins to happen. The male lead who once ignored her starts watching. The heroine who was supposed to replace her starts trembling. And the system that once promised her survival begins to warn her: [WARNING: Villainess behavior exceeds original plot limits.] But Elena is no longer afraid of the story. She is rewriting it. And this time… she will be the one they fear.

My six-year-old son, Zac Quest, deliberately fed me almond cake, which I was allergic to, to make me miscarry. Standing in front of the hospital bed, he hid behind my husband, Sterling Quest, with a long face and refused to admit his mistakes, "Grandma said you won't ever divorce Dad once you give birth to my sister. I don't want you as my mom anymore. I prefer Ms. White!" Sterling said indifferently, "We'll have other children. Winona... is indeed more fit to raise Zac than you." Hearing those words, I gave up completely. The day I was discharged from the hospital, I went back home and cleared out all my belongings. All I left behind was a divorce agreement and a letter disowning Zac.