Wife's Revenge Novel の小説・ストーリー

In our pack, every wolf has one chance in their lifetime to use an enhancement elixir to strengthen their wolf abilities, but this elixir is only effective when brewed by oneself. In my previous life, although I was a normal Omega, I worked day and night brewing my wolf enhancement elixir to become the Gamma of our pack. But on the day of the selection, after I shifted into my wolf form, I completely lost control. My wolf immediately prostrated itself at the feet of Victoria, the current Beta's granddaughter. Amid the cheers of the entire pack, Victoria became the new Gamma. Meanwhile, I was beaten and ridiculed. Everyone claimed I had stolen Victoria's enhancement elixir, which was why I couldn't control my wolf. They cut off both my hands and threw me into a silver mine. I died in excruciating pain in that silver pit, my very bones corroded by the silver. Until my dying breath, I couldn't understand—how could the elixir I brewed myself make my wolf submit to Victoria? When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to one week before the Gamma selection of the pack. This time, I gave up my right to compete and entered the forest alone to train for battle. Beta Richard stood at the empty doorway of my house, questioning me through our mind-link about why I was leaving the pack at such a crucial time. Meanwhile, I was removing my protective amulet, shifting into my wolf form alone to fight in the territory of the Rogue wolves.

“Oh please, Yara. Don’t push your luck.” Ian’s eyes hardened. “What exactly have you done for me? Have you forgotten you were nothing but an omega when I found you? I elevated you. I accepted the mate bond when every other Alpha in history would have rejected it outright. Past Alphas knew better than to tie themselves to weak omegas. I went against all of that for you.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Oh.. Yes you supported me through a few battles and helped manage the pack? Fine, I’ll acknowledge that. But so what? Why are you Luna if you can't even do that much work? You’re not the first and you definitely won’t be the last. The pack needs an heir, not empty loyalty.”

Isabella only wanted revenge. Her family had been devastated by the strong billionaire Xander Blackwood's father, and he was going to pay. Her strategy, however, takes an unexpected turn when she is caught up in a tornado of secrets, deceit, and a marriage contract she did not expect. Xander is cold, calculating, and motivated by ambition. He regards Isabella as nothing more than a pawn in a bargain that will strengthen his kingdom. He doesn't expect the fire in her eyes or the spark that sparks whenever they're together. Their marriage was supposed to be a facade, but behind closed doors, a new game is being played. As they engage in a battle of wills, their ice shell begins to melt. Anger becomes to attraction, and neither can deny the tremendous chemistry that binds them together. But, just as they start to doubt the line between love and vengeance, a web of terrible secrets begins to emerge. The past returns to haunt them, threatening to destroy everything they've built—both professionally and in their fragile relationship. In a world of power and deception, Isabella and Xander must decide whether their marriage is a game or if something more serious has taken root. Will revenge pull them apart, or will genuine love be enough to keep them together?

On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day. Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed. In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust. The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!" My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly. "I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!" After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background. I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand. So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

The admissions office calls and says my daughter's admission fee has been paid, asking when I'll come to handle enrollment. I'm completely stunned. My daughter, Natalie Steward, is top of her class. She's already guaranteed a spot in the city's best high school, Dream High School, with no admission fee required. Upon questioning my husband, Arnold Lewiston, he claims the admissions office must've made a mistake. He says, "I just wanted to surprise you, so I pulled some strings with the principal to get her into the accelerated track. You should talk to the teachers and make sure we get the best homeroom teacher so I can look good." As soon as I end the call, I slam the accelerator and head straight to the admissions office. On my way there, I call Lynn Warrens, my best friend who works in the State Department of Education. "Help me check under whose name Arnold paid the admission fee for his illegitimate child. I'm going to withdraw them from the school!" I say.

On the drive from our Mating Ceremony, Carter’s voice cut the silence like a blade. "I fucked someone else." He tapped the passenger seat, grinning. "She was right there yesterday. We didn't even make it out of the car." The betrayal hit me like a physical blow, a sickening echo of the past. My throat locked; my chest throbbed with a hollow, crushing ache. "Now I finally get Jake," Carter drawled. "Chloe’s a goddamn firecracker in Heat. That scent? It leveled me." Jake was my ex. Chloe had been my best friend—until I caught them in bed five years ago. When my world collapsed then, Carter was the one who pulled me from the wreckage. Now, he had crawled into the same bed. I was drowning all over again.

Rose Alexander, Canada most beautiful heiress thought her dream of a happily ever after was finally coming to pass. However after being betrayed by most of the people she loved and cared about d to a devil-like handsome Greek Italian god. Picking herself back up again was all Rose could do after a dreadful incident that almost took her life. She learnt not to trust anyone and keep her guards up after her finance broke her heart and left her to die coldly on a lonely street in the middle of the night. With nothing left for her to lose she decided to take her revenge, ready she was willing to do everything possible to make sure the people who betrayed her paid. But it was more deeper than she thinks, left with no choice she sold her soul to another Italian devil who might just end up breaking her again. Why do all Italian guys do this to me? she thought

After my best friend, Penny Hallmark, found herself a wealthy man, she suddenly became a different person. I had done nothing more than glance at her husband, Martin Rembrandt, yet she slapped me hard across the face. “I treated you as my closest friend, but you dared seduce Martin right in front of me. He’s Chris’s brother! Have you no shame at all?” Her accusation brought tears to my eyes, but Penny resorted to locking me inside a reservoir. “What are you playing at anyway? Fine. Let me give you something to really cry about!” I nearly drowned, and she uploaded photos of me soaked to the skin, claiming online that I was behaving indecently. I became the target of cyberbullying, my boyfriend, Christopher Rembrandt, proposed a breakup, and in utter despair, I decided to end my life. Yet my best friend mocked me coldly. “Do you really think I don’t know your little tricks? You’re just pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, aren’t you? “That won’t do at all, Rose. Let me give you a hand!” She pulled out my breathing tube, and only when my life completely slipped away did she smile in satisfaction. “Good. Now I can enjoy both Chris and Martin’s affection.” When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into the body of Chris’s mother, who had just passed away. Given a second chance at life, I was determined to make Penny pay. After all, the man she loved most was nothing more than a hopeless mama’s boy.

Edward, a Prince and the youngest war general in the Eastern region. He hides his identity by working in a private company owned by one of the Wijaya family's daughters, Kyla. He also married the woman he once helped, Elisabeth. Thinking his marriage was going well he was wrong, his wife was having an affair and she was not the woman he was looking for. So who is that woman?

Late one night, I was scrolling through social media and stumbled upon a trending post. "Does your husband ever say you're obsessed with your brother?" One comment sat at the top with thousands of likes. The profile picture showed a cartoon girl covering her mouth, laughing. "Oh, I can answer this one! My husband used to say that too, but here's the thing: he's actually the son I had when I was 19!" Every word oozed with smug satisfaction. Some commenters tore into her, calling her manipulative and her husband a total sucker. She only got bolder. She posted a screenshot of a bank transfer with the details blurred out, right next to a photo of limited-edition sneakers. "All my son had to say was he liked them, and my husband caved! Then he gave him extra cash for a fancy dinner!” "A guy like this? If I don't milk him, who will?" I stared at the sneakers and the transfer amount. They matched exactly what I had bought for my "brother-in-law" that afternoon and the money I had just sent him. Down to the last cent. Ice shot through my veins. That sucker she was bragging about? That was me.