Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate Novels & Stories

Simran was checking herself on the mirror when she saw some shadow moving behind her. She turned and screamed on top of her lungs when she saw a man dressed in full black, even hisface is covered with some black mask. The man covered her mouth with his hand when she made voice shutting her. Simran guled at the thought of a thief killing her "I don't have money "She said in a low voice. Not getting any reply from the thief , she said "I am a maid here, people here are filthy rich. But now, they are going through a tough condition" She tried to shoo the thief away.

Laura and Merri gasped, it was the reaction I was waiting for. “Then the treasure that he has collected at the end of the underground tunnel exit, will be taken by me. Hohoho, so Laura, you don't have to pick up the rest of the treasures." Clap. Clap. Clap. “Milady, I just realized you have the talent to be a classy villain.” “Well, I'm a villainess who wants to make baby first revenge later, so my cunning act only surfaced recently after I got pregnant. Just like I did to you, Laura. If you mess with me again, it won't be hard to destroy you. You learned your lesson, right?”

“The curse works perfectly. The child comes on its own. The mother vessel breaks.” Kael looked up, rage and tears blinding him. His voice tore from his chest. “Why? What do you really want?” Garrick stepped closer slowly as the pack tightened their circle, watching. “Want?” His voice twisted bitterly. “Justice. The Silverfangs took everything from me. Now I take it back.” He knelt suddenly, level with Liora. His hand hovered over the mark—gold blazing across her torso. Liora’s eyes fluttered open weakly. Gold drowned out silver.

Her eyes narrowed as she summoned everything inside her—the light, the ancient spark that awakened during the betrayal, the part of her she still didn’t fully understand. The hall ignited with a clash of energies: Killian’s silver blaze, Aria’s white fire, and Riven’s corrupted darkness. The air screamed with power. Riven moved faster than any human should. He teleported behind Killian, grabbing him by the throat with crackling fingers. Killian gasped, struggling, but Riven’s grip tightened like a skeletal vice. “Always the favorite,” Riven snarled. “Always the one chosen. Tell me—did you think that would last?”

I didn’t stop until her body sagged and crumpled, dead weight. Something glinted. A ring. Dark silver coiled with black stone, pulsing faintly. I ripped it off her limp hand, my chest heaving, blood pounding in my ears. The mirror. I didn’t think—I just pressed the ring forward, shut my eyes tight, lips shaking. Selene whispered inside me, words I couldn’t catch. The mirror groaned. It shook like a living thing, cracks spreading across its surface. And then it shattered. Glass rained down, and through it, stumbling weak and pale, came the real Griselda. She looked like she’d been locked away for years.

Orange flames quickly swallowed the yellow sheet. As the sigil burned down to black ash and drifted away into the night, carried by the wind, my body felt lighter than ever before. I knew it. The connection was completely gone. 'Cecilia… 'Every bit of luck you stole from me is about to come back. 'With interest. 'The dark magic you relied on will start to turn against you. 'Like a greedy black hole, it will devour all the luck of you and the people closest to you first,' I thought, smiling into the night.

I stood alone in the sunrise, the sapphire glow of my own engine feeling like a mocking reminder of a victory that had turned into a trap. The romance of the Reborn World had lasted exactly ten minutes. I walked to the Norton-construct, my hands shaking as I touched the handlebars. I wasn't staying at the clubhouse. If Sienna thought she could collect a debt on the man I loved, she was about to find out that the Ghost doesn't follow the ledger. I engaged the Pursuit-Mapping. The sapphire light of the bike turned a fierce, vengeful violet. "You want to collect, Sienna?" I whispered, the engine snarling beneath me. "Then you're going to have to catch me first."

He held a silver bowl, and he was slowly pouring a thick, black liquid onto the woman’s hands. "Stop it!" Elara shouted, running toward them. "What are you doing to her?" Marcus didn't even look at her. "The guest attempted to steal a silver spoon from the Master’s table," he said in his hollow, drone-like voice. "The penalty for theft in the Obsidian Manor is the Loss of Touch." The black liquid was hardening on the woman’s hands like hot wax, turning her skin to the color of soot. The woman looked up at Elara, her eyes pleading. "Please," she choked out. "Help me."

“I'm thinking I don't need to break Anessa,“ I said, my mind racing. “I just need to break her mom. That woman is a coward. She's terrified of going to the gutter. I'm going to blackmail her. I'll tell her that if she doesn't find a way to poison that marriage, if she doesn't break the bond between Darius and Anessa from the inside, I'm going to pick up the phone. I'll call that man. I'll tell him where his 'property' is currently hiding. I'll tell him that Anessa is playing queen in the Steele manor and I'll give him the keys to the door.“ I stood up and paced the room, the adrenaline finally overriding the hangover. “I'll destroy them both. Anessa thinks she's safe because she has Darius's

She sneered, “Right, its me. I did it all. The shortest straw-everyone who got the shortest straw would die.” After saying that, she laughed crazily. “Ha… ha… die! They are all dead!” She moved back as she laughed. Her arms were swinging, as if she was dancing. Her footsteps were not steady, as if she was about to fall the next minute. She laughed while crying, then gritted her teeth and said, “They are all dead at last. I have had my revenge.” Seeing this, Ailina immediately changed the scene again. She lowered her head and clenched her face tightly, trembling. But her voice was still gentle, “Why are you doing this?”