Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate Novels & Stories

“What is all of this about? You’re not making any sense.” “It’s an eye for an eye, isn’t it? The Costas took something precious away from us. This is me settling a score. I’d have liked for you to be a part of us, but I saw the way you looked at Ravenna, like she was the sole reason for your existence. And yes, the gold belongs to the Costas, but they took something precious away from me. I couldn’t let them get away with it.” This was the elaborate plan Callum had hinted at? This was nothing more than a scorned man looking to get his revenge.

She became everything Alexander Lance taught her. Four years later, she was already makingher own millions. She decided it was time to come back to America and face her past, running away from it wouldn't help. She wasn't scared anymore. She was hellbent on getting her revenge on the Roberts for what they did to her. She was planning on beating them in their own game. She became their biggest Rival. But the Roberts had no idea that the same Elisa Evans who they used and manipulated by Martina Roberts was the same Elisa Lance of now.

The fortress, known in the Architect’s journals as the Gilded Cage, sat perched on a precipice like a predator waiting for the world to die. Inside the primary suite, the fire in the hearth was the only thing that wasn't cold. Dante stood by the stone mantle, his silhouette flickering against the walls. He was still bandaged from the Prague fire, a physical manifestation of the ruin they had shared. In his hand, he held the Red Box—the heavy, lacquered chest that had been the ghost haunting the St. Claire family for three generations.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

“The world you left is waiting to swallow you whole. Are you ready to fight?” Her gaze met his, fierce and unyielding. “I’m not just ready. I’m hungry.” The hunger wasn’t just for revenge—it was for control, for power reclaimed, for justice writ in fire. As they disappeared into the shadows of Aurum Heights, Adrielle knew that every move from here on out would be calculated, every step a battle in a war she intended to win. This wasn’t survival. This was obliteration.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

The silk dress, deep scarlet, scandalously low-cut, clinging to every curve like liquid sin had been chosen to be noticed, or perhaps to let her disappear inside someone else’s hungry gaze for a few hours. When she stepped into the VIP section of The Gilded Lily, the sheer decadence of the place hit like a fever dream. The bass throbbed inside her ribcage. The air was thick with expensive cologne, spilled champagne, and inescapably, that same ambergris note that had haunted George’s house. Here, though, it felt predatory instead of domestic. “There she is!” Serena shrieked over the music, sliding a chilled crystal flute of something golden toward her. “Drink up, baby. Tonight we toast the de

“Nothing changes my love. I am here and will always be here.” “That’s the reason why I wanted to forget. Isn’t it?” Owen caresses her hair. “It is.” “I want to know what happened. Why Arthur would hurt me? He was so nice to me, until I told him we were dating.” “No, I strongly object. You are by no means to talk to him.” “Tell me what you know, and then I will make my decision.” “His name is Jacob and he masqueraded as his friend Arthur so he could take revenge on you.”