Simp Romance-Kurzgeschichten & Revenge-Kurzromane

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."

The moment Alexander Hall slid the diamond onto my ring finger, I almost let myself believe I was about to become Mrs. Hall. We had been together for five years. He knew perfectly well that I was a gold digger through and through, that I loved anything shiny and expensive. But he also remembered my chronic stomach problems. He had once put the keys to a Manhattan apartment in my hand and told me that from then on, that was where I would be safe. Just a week earlier, he had measured my ring size himself and teased me, telling me to guess what the diamond was worth. I laughed and told him he knew me too well, but in private, I carefully circled the date on my calendar. At 18, I'd been beaten black and blue by my stepfather over a box of sanitary pads. That was when I stopped pretending money didn't matter. I loved money. I loved beautiful clothes that fit like a dream. But more than anything, I loved being able to buy what I wanted without having to answer to anyone. In New York's high society, I had a reputation for knowing exactly how to keep Alexander happy. They also said I was the one woman he couldn't bring himself to let go. The ring sat snugly on my finger. He waited until every eye in the room was on us, then spoke slowly, his voice perfectly flat. "This is a thank-you, Irene. We're done." The ballroom doors opened, and in walked Lydia Grant, dressed in a flowing cream-colored gown. Alexander presented her to the guests as his fiancée. Lydia gave me a timid glance, as though she were the one who'd just had five years of her life stolen. Then she actually had the nerve to come over and offer me comfort. Everyone there was waiting for me to fall apart. Plenty of them had settled in for the show, expecting me to make a scene over the apartment, the jewelry, or an engagement that had never been real. Instead, I slid the diamond off my finger and placed it gently in Alexander's palm. As for the money he'd given me to walk away? I wasn't returning a penny. "Save the ring for the woman who wants to marry you." I smiled. "But the money? That's mine." For the first time, Alexander's mask of composure slipped. Even now, he couldn't seem to wrap his head around it. How could a woman who loved money as much as I did walk away from a diamond worth a fortune?

On the snowy mountain, Shawn Foster's neighbor, Susan Taylor, suffered from altitude sickness. He blamed me for not bringing supplies in time. He tied me up and left me on the mountain, five thousand meters above sea level. "You should experience the pain Susan went through." I rushed up the mountain to find them, completely forgetting that I was already exhausted. Without an oxygen supply, I gasped for air desperately. He held Susan in his arms and headed down the mountain. I begged him for mercy, but he did not even glance at me. I struggled, but I could not break free from the Prusik knot he tied himself. The same knot I once taught him. Three days later, he asked his colleagues about my whereabouts. "I would never have forgiven her so quickly if it's not Susan's kindness." But he did not know—I had long been buried beneath the snow.

After my parents died in a car crash, my cousin stole the compensation money and moved overseas to start a business. My aunt begged me on her knees not to call the police. Then, she locked me in a dark basement for three months. I was close to breaking down and ending my life when Julien Lawson, the neighbor’s son, broke down the basement door and saved me. “Joyce, what they did is unforgivable! They stole the compensation money for your parents’ deaths. You were going to use it to open your own studio! “Marry me. I’ll protect you.” He was the only person who cared about me after my parents died. I was so grateful that I married him and had his child. I worked three jobs during the day to help support the orphanage that Julien ran. At night, I took care of our child and created design sketches. But no matter how hard I tried, none of my work was ever accepted. Even though Julien told me to keep at it, I felt discouraged and thought of giving up on my design career to focus on our family. One day, our child was sick. I went to take over the shift from Julien when I overheard him talking to my aunt on the stairs. “Julien, it’s been ten years. Joyce’s designs are getting better and better. She even passed the first round of the national competition. Are you really not going to tell her about the next round?” my aunt asked. Her voice trembled. Julien said coldly, “For years, I’ve been sending Joyce’s design sketches to Mindy to copy and enter in the competitions or publish as her own. “To help Mindy’s career, I can’t let Joyce move on to the next round. “Joyce has talent. If people notice her, she’ll be a threat to Mindy’s career!”

I'm five months pregnant. One day, I leave the house to do some grocery shopping. As I wait at a red light, I see a woman kiss my husband. I follow them in shock, snapping to my senses when I hear the screeching of a car's brakes. I get into an accident and end up comatose, losing my child in the process. Not only does my husband not care for me, but he even has his lover move in with him proudly. The moment I wake up, they panic.