Prison Break Web Novels & Victim Revenge Stories

I was sold to a blind mafia heir as payment for my family's sins. My new husband can't see my face. He can't see the scars they carved into my back. And he definitely can't see that I'm planning my revenge. To escape my cruel family, I agreed to marry Evander Covelli—the ruthless, blind CEO of a mafia empire. Our marriage is a transaction: his protection for my silence. To communicate, I guide his hands across my face—a furrowed brow for anger, a smile for happiness. It's an intimate, fragile language built on his darkness and my silence. But I have a secret: I don't think he’s blind at all. And he has a secret: he married me to destroy my family. Now, trapped in a gilded cage of lies, the only thing more dangerous than the enemies at our gates is the burning attraction between us. He thinks my silence makes me weak. He's about to learn it's my greatest weapon. And I'll use it to unravel every last one of his lies... even if it means destroying us both. I am Story Eleanor Whilock and this is my story.

Every woman's wedding day was always the happiest day of her life, but not in my case. On my wedding day, my white dress was stained with blood and a dripping bloody knife on my right hand. And on the floor was my groom covered in a pool of his own blood. I was accused of murdering the man I spent four years loving. The world turned their backs against me in my time of need and I was sentenced to thirty years in prison for a crime that I didn't commit. One year passed by after Simon's murder and I've learnt to adapt to my new life confined to those strong iron bars. Until.. A knight in shining armour appeared out of the blue to bail me out, which was almost impossible but he did. And soon, I figured out that the man I had mourned for and also accused and sentenced for his murder was living his best life in another country with my best friend and their new born baby. A betrayal like that hurts but a blood thirty revenge was all I craved for.

Chase Olympus: Her name was Lucy Roshid. Or Salt, as she was popularly known as, at Davenport. The brothel she worked at. She was never meant to matter. Just another transaction. Another body. Until my father touched her and something in me snapped. The Olia cult marked her for death. So I took her instead. Claimed her. Hid her. Now she’s mine. My kitten. I expected obedience. She demanded her freedom. What I got is obsession. She’s a risk I shouldn’t take. A line I shouldn’t cross. But walking away from her means losing more than control. It means losing the only thing that’s ever felt like mine. In my world, that choice starts a war. And I’ve already made mine. I keep Lucy. Or I die trying.