She has only one desire: to get everything she wants. And for that, she is willing to destroy anyone who gets in her way. A story of a woman driven by ambition and hatred.
I was sitting in front of the window. I needed to catch my breath. The phone rang, and my heart raced when I saw who was calling. Two phrases ran through my head: "It started all over again." "This will never end."
For the past three years, my life had turned upside down. I've read many drama, romance, and suspense novels, but I've never seen anything like this happen, not in stories, movies, or any family. I hung up the phone without answering. I took a deep breath and made some tea. The tears started to fall, and a flood of memories rushed through my mind.
I'm not ready. Not now. I can't go through it all again.
With the arrival of spring, I was excited to start new projects. It had been almost two years since I had produced anything significant at work. The tough times had drained my energy and all my drive. I sat down, opened my computer, and promised to dedicate myself fully to my projects. I managed to reconnect with some old clients and was really committed.
But that call left me paralyzed.
At the end of the day, I turned my phone back on. There were numerous missed calls and three messages. It was urgent. Once again, the ground was opening up beneath me, and the cause was the same. Indeed, it wasn't over. The snake was still slithering around everyone, ready to strike again, for the final blow.
I called my husband, trembling. I asked him to come home early. He arrived, looking displeased.
"Who sent those messages?" he asked.
"Your Aunt Lurdes. She's desperate. She asked us to go to their town today."
"Impossible. And even if it were possible, I already said I'm done with this."
"I'll tell her we can't help anymore. We've done everything we could."
"Okay, do that," my husband replied, ending the conversation.
Two days later, we received an unexpected visit. I heard footsteps outside, and the dogs barked. I checked the window, and there she was: Aunt Lurdes.
"Good morning, dear. Sorry for not giving you a heads-up, but I had to come as quickly as I could," she said, looking a bit embarrassed and with a suspicious glance.
Aunt Lurdes didn't know how I would react to her visit. It had been a year since we last heard from her, and during this time, she hadn't sent a single message to check on us after everything that had happened.
"Come in, Aunt Lurdes, it's still cold outside," I said to her, who was standing at the door.
It was almost noon, and her visit felt like a punch in the stomach. I canceled my afternoon work appointments, informed my husband, and quickly prepared lunch for us. Aunt Lurdes was apprehensive, barely speaking, only answering my obvious questions with yes or no. I knew what she was thinking at that moment. In fact, she was filled with a mix of shame and regret. Her face showed it. I didn't blame her. Anyone could have been deceived like she was, given the information she had a long time ago.
We finished lunch, and I looked at her intently and asked:
"So, what's going on? You came to visit us so suddenly for a special reason, right?"
She lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, took a deep breath. I noticed a flood of memories passed through her eyes as well. Then she replied:
"We're facing a problem with her, again."
I knew it. But I didn't feel like talking about anything related to that woman.
Luckily, my husband appeared at the door.
"Dear Aunt Lurdes, what an honor to have you here."
"Dear nephew, I feel the same. It's been so long since we last talked. I wished I had come earlier, but you know how things are."
"Yes, I know, aunt, but I believe the reason for your visit is something else, am I right?"
She stared at him for a moment and replied:
"I wish I could bring good news, but unfortunately, that's not why I came. I need help. I know you're the right person."
A silence filled the room. I knew this silence well.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”