Sister-in-law Face-Slapping Web Novels & Stories

The cruelest thing about escaping your ex-husband is discovering he never let you go. For three years, Mireya loved a man who hated her for marrying him instead of her sister. When that sister finally wakes from her coma, Mireya walks away from the marriage that destroyed her—and swears she will never let another man have that kind of power over her again. Then she meets Nikolai Moreau. Their first encounter is disastrous. Their second comes with an impossible proposal: a fake marriage with a man who is far too possessive for pretending. It should be simple. No love. No attachment. No happily-ever-after. Except Nikolai doesn’t know how to keep his hands—or his obsession—off his wife. Then Malcolm returns. He needs something only Mireya can give him, but he doesn’t know the woman standing before him is the wife he once discarded. And suddenly, the past she escaped is closing in. A jealous woman wants Nikolai. Old betrayals are resurfacing. And secrets Mireya thought were buried are threatening to destroy everything she has rebuilt. She escaped her ex-husband. She never expected to fall for the man who might make escaping him impossible.

Siera Blackwood, the arrogant, spoiled cannon fodder villainess of a popular apocalypse novel, The Last Empress, comes to life in Siera's body after her death in a car accident. She is familiar with this story. She has read the book 7 times! Siera Blackwood should be killed off in chapter 3. Abandoned by her fiancé, Marcus Thorn. Pushed into a zombie horde by her stepsister, Sophie. Forgotten. A footnote in the rise of the female power. However, Siera has two benefits over the original villainess: First: She's read the entire novel. She knows all of the plot twists, safe zones, hidden supply caches and character secrets. Second: Her mother's jade pendant which passed with her activates a Stockpile System. Create 100 packs of instant noodles, unlock clean water. Purchase 50 kg of meat, unlock a garden plot. Keep animals; unlock pen. Simple. Grounded. Ideal for the end of the world. She has 30 days until the outbreak. One month to stockpile, prepare and rewrite her death flag. She will have noodles, rice, meat and weapons to fill up her space. She will plant wheat, keep chickens, and amass ammunition. She'll not be struck by any of the death flags in the novel set for her. Then when Marcus and Sophie come crawling confused, desperate and hungry she'll be holding the noodles while they're holding nothing but regret. The novel's story is not to be rewritten. The farther off the story goes from her line, the more it kicks back at her. New threats emerge. Old enemies adapt. The guy who was supposed to betray her is still coming around when she's least expecting him and seems to be remembering another version of the story. Siera doesn't care. Now she is not the cannon fodder. She now writes the ending.

Isla Cross gave up her name on the company letterhead the day her daughter was born, and told herself the trade was worth it, because she still had the marriage. Then a stranger's vacation photo puts her husband's face where it shouldn't be and every time she gets close to proof, he's got an explanation smooth enough to make her doubt what she saw. A suspicious text about his sister. A friend's cryptic warning. A condom that shouldn't exist. And finally, in the lobby of the company she helped build, a receptionist who doesn't recognize her and greets the woman walking in behind her as "Mrs. Cross." Isla stops asking questions out loud. She starts building a case instead, with a little help from the last person she expected to be paying attention.

Cast Aside for a Widow, I Was Actually a Lost Heiress For three years, I ran Kaan's pack in the shadows while he took all the credit. I gave up my pride, my body, and my dignity — all for a husband who chose his dead brother's widow over me, again and again. I even got pregnant, carrying his child. But in the end, it meant nothing special to him. "You're only on that throne because I put you there," he told me. "Without me, you'd still be nothing." So I signed the papers. What Kaan doesn't know is that the wolfless orphan he humiliated was never an orphan at all. My brother has finally found me — and he didn't come alone. He came with an army, a bloodline older than Kaan's entire pack, and a warning for anyone who ever hurt his sister. Now that I'm someone else's discarded wife, the Alpha who once told me to be grateful is suddenly desperate to win me back. Too bad I'm done waiting for a man who only sees my worth when someone else wants it.

In her past life, Aria was butchered by her sister-in-law and her husband Ethan, died freezing at -40⁰C outside her husband’s luxury villa. In her dying moment she learns the heartbreaking truth: the "sick child" Aria had slaved five years to pay medical bills for was actually Ethan and Anna’s secret illegitimate son—and her own baby had died at birth due to their neglect. Then, Aria wakes up. It is sixty days before the eternal frost hits. Armed with an “Apocalypse Hoarding System” and an infinite spatial storage pocket, Aria plays the meek, grieving wife while secretly stripping Ethan’s family bare. She liquidates her mother's multi-million estate, hires an elite military commander to build a fortress-bunker, and buys out entire fuel depots, pharmaceutical vaults, and grain silos. When the temperature plummets and humanity freezes in the streets, Ethan and his mistress crawl to her blast doors, begging for scraps. Inside, Aria sips hot coffee in a tropical-grade sanctuary. Outside, the sub-zero wasteland is waiting to claim her betrayers.

The blindfold came off. I blinked. A chandelier. A fireplace. A mansion i had never seen. And a man i had known my whole life — standing with his back to me, a half-empty bottle on the table beside him. Caleb. "Please." My voice cracked. "I don't know what's happening. I think there's been a mistake—" He turned slowly. The grief on his face curdled into something else entirely. "You put her in that chair," he said. Low. Shaking. "You did that." "I didn't—" He crossed the room in four strides. His hand closed in my hair and drove me to my knees before i could breathe. "You're not going home," Caleb Wren said quietly. "Your sister's wedding is in four days. You look exactly like her." His eyes moved over me, cold and final. "You're going to take her place. Consider it what you owe."