Finance Web Novels & Arrogant Betrayal Stories

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say - a mansion, everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was my new reality. “Welcome to my world, princess,” he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. ---- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn’t offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.

Left at the altar, her world torn apart. A stranger steps in and rewrites her start. A contract, a secret, a love unforeseen, was she just a choice… or always his queen?

"You made me wait," Cole said, reaching for his shirt like the conversation was already over. "Clara didn't." Roxie looked at the man who was supposed to claim her that same night and found nothing in his face worth saving. "So this is my fault," she said. "I'm not saying—" "You are literally saying that." _________________________________ Roxie Blackwood was never the pack's favourite. Too low-ranked, too grease-stained, too useful to discard but too easy to overlook. She built their weapons. Fixed their machines. Kept her head down and waited for the one thing that was supposed to be hers, her fated mate, her way out, her proof that the Moon Goddess hadn't forgotten about her. Then she walked through the wrong door. One night stripped Roxie of everything. Her mate. Her rank. Her father's protection. Her pack. Banished into rogue land with nothing but a tool roll and a mind that refused to quit, Roxie should have died before sunrise. She didn't. The Ironfang Pack doesn't take strays. But they've never encountered anyone like Roxie, a woman who survives not with claws and dominance, but with wire, precision, and a mechanical genius that turns a battle-hardened pack into something truly unstoppable. Then there is Ralph, Ironfang's Beta, cursed with strength so uncontrollable his own pack keeps their distance. Ralph doesn't believe in second chances. Doesn't believe in mates. Keeps everyone at arm's length and calls it discipline. Until Roxie came into the scene for him —------------------;----------------------------------- "Thirty days," Alpha Damien said. “Demonstrate your value. After that — I decide." Rihianna met his eyes. "And if I don't meet your standard?" "You go back to the border." She didn't flinch. Didn't beg. She'd been disposable her whole life. She knew exactly what to do for thirty days.

Seven days before our wedding, the whole world watched me walk through our brand-new house on a livestream. I opened the bedroom door and found my sister with my fiancé, caught in an intimate betrayal that shattered everything I believed about them. The chat exploded. My face was everywhere. By morning, I was jobless, branded the shameless woman who had staged a family scandal, and left with nothing but rage. So I crawled back into his bed with a smile, let him slip the ring onto my finger again, and began an affair with his father—every night, without remorse. Soon, the man who broke me had no choice but to call me Mother… or watch me take the house, the family name, and every piece of power he thought belonged to him. Two can play. But I play for keeps. And I play dirty.