Cry Or Better Yet Beg Webtoon 25

I slaved away for my husband and son. But what did I get in return? Cold shoulders, cutting words, and distance. Then one day, my husband suggested a “fake divorce” so my stepsister could adopt a child. Fine. Fake divorce it is. Except… if it’s just fake, why are the two of them heating up the sheets behind my back? Then, Fake divorce just turned real. My ex-husband thought I’d beg to come back. My stepsister thought I’d envy her for stealing my husband and son. They both thought I’d shatter. Wrong. I’ve got my career, my revenge, and oh—did I mention? I’m dating a drop-dead gorgeous man who actually knows my worth. And suddenly, life tasted sweeter than I ever imagined.

“He fucks me Killian! And he fucks me better!” All I ever wanted was to be seen, I only wanted a partner and when I found one, they say it's forbidden. I am Jordan, an Omega and somehow, I'm fated to Killian, the Alpha's son. After my parents died, I had no other choice but to move in with them. But shortly after that, Killian stopped giving me any attention, he started flirting openly and stopped loving me. But fate had other plans for me. One night, just one night would change the game for me. And when I finally find a real man to fuck me good, it's a taboo, another taboo. But I'm used to such and I'll fight for what's mine as far as he continues to fuck me well. “I love you Alpha Lorenzo, fuck me harder…”

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

For five years, Gideon—my brother's Beta—and I had a secret. We were supposed to announce our mating at the pack's Winter Solstice festival. Instead, he breathed hot against my ear. "Babe, we've been sleeping together for five years. I'm bored with you. Find someone else for the marking ceremony, alright?" I didn't cry. I just gave a calm, simple nod. "Alright." Only because in my last life, I had begged him through tears to complete the bond. After he finally marked me, he grew cold. He never again woke me by rubbing his stubbled chin against my forehead. Even when we made love, he kept his eyes shut, as if he were with someone else, just using my body. When I was in agony giving birth to our pup, fighting for my life, he left me. He was going to comfort his savior, Aveline. The old wound she suffered saving him had relapsed, sending her into a mental spiral. In that moment, I finally understood. A mark I had to beg for was nothing but a curse, a wound that would never heal. This time, I pulled away with a smile, removing his hand from my waist. "You're right. I'm tired of it, too. We're done."

You never really know if it's dark or if you're actually blind till the blindfold is removed. Niamh Cross's marriage to Caspian Blackwell, the man of her dreams, was going well till she allowed her desperate and homeless cousin, Isla, to come live with them. It started slowly at first, from telling her he wanted them to have separate rooms to denying her access to his room. But it didn't take long for the blindfold to be removed and Niamh saw everything that had been happening under her very nose, in a house bought with her own money. She did what any sane woman would do and with a gun aimed at his head, she forced him into signing both divorce papers and transfer of funds to her name. Caspian didn't know what he had lost till his wife completely left his life and he became miserable. When he found her again at an event, he held her wrist and asked her to come back. But she was with another man already. She looked at him like he was a nuisance and said, "Get down on your knees and beg."

Lyra Jenkins’ heart is shattered, devoid of hope and her world in tatters with the guilt of everyone perceiving her as the murderer of her beloved father. However, she finds solace in the arms of an unexpected lover, Caleb Sawyer. But her respite is short-lived, as he callously chooses another woman over her, leaving her reeling in a deep dilemma of despair. Then the bitter ashes of betrayal and rejection settle in, and she resolves to reveal her true identity, driven by a thirst for revenge. In this bleak world, can Lyra find redemption? Can she break free from this toxic cycle, or will the shadows of her past forever define her future? Will she give him a second chance if he seeks forgiveness? Hell no! Second chances are not meant for scumbags like him.

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.

"Your dark spells have caused our Queen's scent to fade. Even after surrendering our Mark to her, you continue to torment her with idiotic tricks," the voice of one of my mates, Alpha Alcott, accuses. They think that I am the one causing their Queen's scent to fade? While I am locked in this cell, blind and tortured? "We have ordered that your execution be prepared at the most crowded town square tomorrow. Our men have permission to torture you to death before burning you. Unless you break the spells that you have cast upon our Queen!" he threatens. * * * * * * Agila knew her sister, Irina, was a thief, but she didn't know she was a witch until after her sister steals her scent and her mate bond to the triplet Alpha Kings. Agila risks everything to reclaim her mates. She impersonates her sister and steals the Mark of the triplet Alpha Kings during the marking ceremony. The plan backfires with devastating consequences. Agila's sister and parents accuse her of the very witchcraft used against her. They lay a falseful claim that Agila had cast a dark spell to steal the bewitching scent of her sister and marry the Alpha Kings. The Triplet Alpha Kings orders her torture while seeking to reclaim their mark from her. They only realize the truth after Agila has been subjected to brutal torture and given up not just their mark but their mate bond as well. Their powers are dying after mating with her vile sister. Their kingdom is falling and their only salvation lays on their connection with their true mate. But Agila's love for them has faded and she only seeks revenge.

Amelia's husband bangs another woman when the results from the hospital show that she's infertile. Unknown to him, the results are fake. Now Amelia is pregnant and he regrets his decision.

Her husband called her a wolfless disgrace and tossed her aside. But Isabella was never just a Luna—she’s a royal heiress, a hidden powerhouse. Now married to a King who worships the ground she walks on, she’s rising stronger, fiercer, and untouchable. And Brandon? He’ll crawl... and beg for what he once threw away.