When Stella's boyfriend, Mathew cheats on her and not only that he dumps her brutally, she goes away with a broken heart and a broken life, unable to trust anyone anymore. She swears never to return to him and never see his face again. Now after 9 years, when her father makes an arrange marriage with his friend's son, she somehow ends up with Mathew Watson again. He is now ever handsome than before and the paparazzi says he is a womanizer, changing women like shirts. Old sparks fly in her heart but there are some pain still left. The wounds of humiliation has never gone and she vows to get revenge for breaking her heart.
9 years ago:
It was a normal day like every other day. The sun shone bright as the sands glowed like thousands of thousands small diamonds laying down on the beach. The wind blew with the smell of fish and the previous day's booze. The shore was empty as the party of our farewell had ended.
I sat up on the soft bed of the small beach house that Mathew's father owned. The rags and sheets were all crumbled and I sighed.
Yesterday, he hosted a small party on the beach as he was going away in a week for his studies. He had plans to get his degrees before joining his father in their family business. He had always wanted to take over the business and he would often tell me that he would spread the business to other countries as well.
Certainly, it would take time but I had faith in him that he would.
He was the heartthrob of the high school and a dream boy of the maidens. He certainly was my dream boy too but as a plain girl such as myself who wore sweatpants and sweatshirts everywhere she goes, I could never imagine he would propose to me.
At first, I rejected him because I knew he came to make fun of me but he didn't. I was just fine by admiring him from afar. But he kept trying and trying for three months and finally I said yes.
A smile tugged on my lips as my mind kept recalling the memories of the previous night as my hands clutched against my chest gathering the rag on my bare body.
My cheeks grew red as I recalled how Mathew took me yesterday. My stomach flattered. It was my first time and I was glad that it was Mathew. We were dating for six months and all those months he waited for me. He never uttered a word about doing intimate things. We would only kiss and hold hands or crash on food parlors.
Some days we would just sit in the park and chat. He liked my creame pies and he would often ask me to make those for him. Since I loved cooking, I would make it and sometimes different dishes where he would be my personal Guinea pig. I chuckled at the memory as he made a face when I mistakenly added salt instead of sugar on a sweet dessert.
I looked beside me on the bed but Mathew wasn't there. My eyes moved around the room which had a large door to ceiling window and the sea was clearly visible from it. He wasn't in the room and a small pain tugged on my chest. Where was he?
I wanted to see him...
Maybe he went to the bathroom. I stretched my hand and gathered my clothes from the wooden floor. I got up from the bed and felt the soreness between my thighs. I yelped. My whole body ached and I felt a bit uncomfortable. I quickly wore my jeans and crop top and went to check the bathroom.
"Mathew?" I called and the attached bathroom was empty.
Where could he have gone?
As I headed toward the door, I glanced at the mirror. My brown hair was a mess. It looked like a bird's nest and immediately a few images flashed before my eyes when Mathew's hands brushed over them and caught them in a fist while taking me. I blushed.
Then my eyes caught something and my eyes went wide. There were hickeys on my neck and collarbone.
No way! It had turned blue already and was very prominent on my pale skin. I cursed under my breath. I would ask Mathew about these!
But then I didn't even remember when he gave me those. We were so high in our pleasure that we didn't know what was happening to us. His touch, his wet kisses and his breaths fanning on my skin all felt magical and it was irresistible. My cheeks turned red.
I needed something to hide them or everyone would see. Worst, when I would reach home, my mom and dad would see. I panicked as my mind ran various thoughts. A jacket or maybe a scarf would have been nice but unfortunately, I didn't take any of those with me.
Or, maybe a concealer?
I looked out for my bag as my eyes searched through the room for my light brown sling bag and it laid on the side of the door.
I remembered when we had started to kiss each other I threw it somewhere. We had no idea how much we felt the need to become one. We were drunk after all.
I smiled as my ears heated.
I went there to grab it when I heard a moan.
I froze.
Who could be here now?
I placed my ear on the door as my heart thumped. Whoever they were, they might be in a very bad position.
My ears perked as I heard a low growl which was exactly the same as the one Mathew gave me like last night.
My heart raced as sweat formed on my palms.
No! It wouldn't be him. He would not do that to me. He loved me.
Then I realized when was the last time he said he loved me?
Never!
The day he proposed to me he said he liked me and he wanted to go out with me. For all these months, I was the one who said that.
No! What was I thinking! I should not doubt him without taking a look.
I placed my hands on the door knob but suddenly, I felt all of my energy go out of the large window of the room.
I pursed my lips as my breath took pace.
Turning the knob, I opened the door slowly and peeked outside. The ground beneath me perished immediately as my whole body froze.
Because it was Mathew, kissing Isabella Smith, our cheerleader of the high school in the dining room.
I gasped as my hands found their ways on my mouth and my heart sank. Isabella's eyes fell on me as she pulled away immediately and Mathew finally looked at me above his shoulders.
Tears rumbled in my eyes as Isabella said, "Err... Mathew, let's catch up later. Bye." She left immediately but my eyes didn't leave Mathew's as Mathew didn't reply to her.
As she went away, I asked, "Why?"
He turned around and asked, "What, why?"
I was shocked at his expression. He wasn't even guilty instead he asked as if he didn't know what had he done.
"You-you cheated on me..." I said as my voice staggered. Why was he behaving like that?
Where were his loving, caring and gentle personalities? The Mathew who stood before me, felt like he was someone else. There was no gentleness in his eyes. There was no care, instead it felt like some cold eyes watching me crumble down and enjoying it.
He grinned. "Stella, you know you are very naive."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't cheat on you. We were just in a lovely relationship with no strings attached." He said bluntly.
My brows furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?" It was hard to believe him. He was so casual about it that I almost couldn't believe that we were really in a relationship. I felt like we were friends with benefits.
He sighed as he came near. "It was just a bet that's all."
His hands reached my cheeks and rubbed it in a sensual way which made my stomach tie into a knot. It felt good and at the same time, I felt my anger boiling in my stomach. He betrayed me.
Did he play with me for all these months?! A whole three months of trying to get a 'yes' and the next six months for 'sex'?
"So, all of those were acts?" I asked as my heart was breaking into pieces yet it hoped that he would say it was a joke.
He gave me a smile and said, "Of course, what else can it be? We had a bet. Whoever from Tony, Jacob, Kelly and me would make you our girlfriend and," his eyes washed over me, "sleep with you would win. But I had to admit, it took me one fucking whole year to get you to my bed."
Then a slap echoed through the room as my hand collided against his cheeks.
It was all for a single night. To make me sleep with him. I felt dirty. Shame and humiliation crawled on my skin as I stomped away from there.
Well, he had his fun but I swore that I would never see his face again. I swore that I would go far away as my tears ran down wetting my cheeks.
I hated him. I hated him so much that I wanted to go back in time and correct my mistakes. But it wasn't going to happen. He had broken me already.
He was the biggest mistake of my life.
When Stella's boyfriend, Mathew cheats on her and not only that he dumps her brutally, she goes away with a broken heart and a broken life, unable to trust anyone anymore. She swears never to return to him and never see his face again. Now after 9 years, when her father makes an arrange marriage with his friend's son, she somehow ends up with Mathew Watson again. He is now ever handsome than before and the paparazzi says he is a womanizer, changing women like shirts. Old sparks fly in her heart but there are some pain still left. The wounds of humiliation has never gone and she vows to get revenge for breaking her heart. In the same city, City of Brookfield, another one was struggling with her one sided love for Mathew, Sophia Harris. She is a hard working woman and determined to make her brother's company a hit. However, when she met with Tony Wilson, a playboy for a deal. She ended up being entangled with him in a sinful relationship. Now she has only one choice, to give herself to the playboy of Brookfield for the sake of her brother's company. Series book of The revenge begins and The Hot mess. If my dear readers who have unlocked these paid chapters before can choose to read from the original books.
Clara Harriett Jonas Ferdinand is a rich princess who thinks that money and power can buy anything, however, that changes when she kisses an unknown man, Killian Harris. And now, she wants no one else but him as her man. But he doesn't agree, so, what to do? Simple, just buy him. Or so she thought. The problem is, Killian can't be bought by money or power, his love is hard to get since he's preoccupied with his work. Clara now has to work as his secretary to make him fall for her and also to get out of her not-so-perfect average life but, can she really make the workaholic man taste the feeling of love when he is so dense in that section? Only her efforts will tell. [Third book of 'The Revenge Begins' series. A spin off of 'The Hot Mess' and can be read as a stand alone book]
"We should stop doing this," I said. "Stop doing what?" He asked, raising a brow. "Screwing around each other. It will hurt Kelly!" "Or, you are scared to find out what you truly desire..." He raised a brow as he took a step forward, making me take a step back. "No, I don't." I tried to sound confident but he smirked at me and asked, "Oh, are you really?" I asked, "Aren't you guilty that you are breaking your bro code?" "I have already broken it and I regret nothing... Oh! Are you regretting it now?" "No..." I said but he cupped my chin and lifted it up and said, "I can read you like an open book, Sophia. You are so regretful that you don't wanna do this anymore but..." His hand sneaked inside my skirt as I moaned, "But your body wants it so badly..." I hated to admit it but he was right. I couldn't hold myself when he was near. It felt like he had some spell on me and I was chained down by him. And the worst of all, he knew it. He knew so well that he held a power over me. I looked away as a sinister grin played on his lips, "I know what you want and I know how to make you beg for it." He added another digit as I whimpered, "I love how you are scared yet you don't want to admit it. I love your body when it flinches at my single touch. You made me so addicted to you, Sophia that being regretful is not an option anymore." I looked into his eyes as his breath fell on me, now our face were so close that I almost felt intimidated by him. He said, "We both are in this hot mess together and you can't run now, Sophia. You can't run away from me." * * * Tony and Sophia are polar opposite in every aspect. Where Sophia is a hardworking woman determined to make her brother's company a hit, Tony is just a playboy playing around with every famous actress's or model's heart. Sophie is composed, workaholic and heart broken from an unrequited love from her past while Tony has never loved any woman in his entire life. After all, you can love every woman equally, why go for only one? He is a mess. A handsome mess and has only one desire to warm his bed with different woman every other day. He has money, fame and everything a guy could wish for. What happens when a lady killer, rich, spoilt billionaire who only wants to warm his bed in exchange of a simple contract? The contract which can become a great asset for Sophia's brother's company. Is it worth giving her body to her brother's one of the best buddies for her brother's company? [Spin off of The Revenge Begins]
26-years-old Stacy Cyrus is living her life in a very normal way: working in a small newspaper company as an editor, feeding her stray cat occasionally, indulging herself in reading books and going to the nearest cafe for her favorite strawberry cakes. Until one day her roommate, Mikaela pleads with her to help in her job in a royal suite. All she needs to do is wear a good dress, put on some make up and wait until Mikaela comes. But what she didn't sign up for is an handsome, tall man to appear in the room with a stone-cold face demanding her to strip.
She had to marry an unknown man because her father wanted nothing more than to lift his burdens. Her father's first wife's daughters were married off to very prestigious men but in her case, it was different though she never cared for that. she never wanted privilege or wealth. All she wanted was a man who will love her for who she was. This man was rather mysterious for her. On her way of living with her mysterious husband, she came to know many unknown facts about him. Can she handle this mysterious man and fall in love with him?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"Get undressed and wait for me in bed. Keep your legs open until I finish my shower," he commanded with the power of his Alpha status and as her mate. She wanted to resist. "Do you think I'm the same Luna you forced in the past? I refuse to submit to you. I won't let you touch me." He growled softly, feeling a hot desire for her. She was no longer the unattractive Luna he remembered - she was gorgeous. He wanted to devour her with his tongue. He pulled her close and pushed her onto the bed, licking the back of her ear, making her moan in pleasure. He whispered, "I won't touch your body. Just your p*ssy until you beg for more." He used to be next in line for Alpha and was under the control of his grandfather, the Alpha king. He had to accept mating with the woman he disliked the most - the daughter of one of the most powerful Alphas in the werewolf kingdom. If he didn't, he might lose his chance at being Alpha king after his grandfather's death. He thought he was mateless at the time. He didn't choose to mate with the unattractive woman, so he cheated on her day and night. But, one drunken night, he lost control and slept with her. Later, he forced her to break their mating bond. But, he discovered she was carrying his triplets. He forced her to be his mate again, or she wouldn't see her children again. Six years later, he was no longer weak. He was the Alpha king of werewolves.