They Chose Wrong: The Trailblazer's Triumph

I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored. On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground. He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths. He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée. He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony. The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own. It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail. I finally died. But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too. We spent years building a new, safe life. I even found real love with a kind man named Liam. I was finally happy. Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance.

I' m Chloe, a nursing student, always broke and buried in textbooks, a stark contrast to my influencer-wannabe roommate, Tiffany. We tolerated each other, barely. Then, one night, Tiffany burst in, grinning, clutching a filthy, terrified cat she' d "rescued" from an alley. "Meet Scrappy!" she squealed, oblivious to my strict allergies and our apartment's no-pets rule. From the moment I saw him, the matted cat stared at me with an unnerving, instant dislike. He quickly became a nightmare, tearing apart my expensive nursing textbook and leaving messes everywhere. Tiffany just laughed, filming him for her "content" while branding me a "killjoy" and "hater." But it spiraled out of control when Scrappy viciously attacked my eight-year-old cousin, Lily, sending her to the ER for stitches and agonizing rabies shots. My hands shook with a cold, desperate fury. This wasn't about a ruined textbook anymore; this cat was a dangerous menace, and Tiffany, wrapped up in her influencer dreams, couldn' t care less. I tried desperately to get rid of him, but she stopped me, and he escaped. Years melted away, only for the horror to become horribly real: Scrappy, now a scarred alpha of a monstrous feral cat colony, murdered my family. I screamed, and then, mercifully, nothingness. I woke up. Sunlight streamed through my old apartment window. I heard Tiffany' s chirpy voice from the living room: "Chloe! Look!" It was the exact same day. The same terrifying cat. I' d seen the future, and this time, I knew precisely what needed to be done.

I was just a freshly unemployed paralegal in Chicago, killing time by hate-scrolling the trashiest online serial, "Heiress Undone." "This writing is an abomination," I muttered, typing a furious comment about the doormat protagonist and cartoon villains. The moment I hit 'post,' my screen flickered. A pop-up declared: [Narrative Correction System Activated.] Before I could react, my apartment dissolved. One blink later, I was in a ridiculously opulent mansion, dressed as a personal assistant, right in the middle of the Miller family drama I' d just criticized. It was the exact scene: Eleanor Miller shrieked at meek Ava, while her 'sister' Brittany feigned illness. My tablet chimed, revealing a grim truth: Ava's narrative was at "98% failure" for justice. Then, the unbelievable offer: fix this story, and I'd get $7.8 million in royalties. My paralegal brain screamed "Insane!" but the payout was real. Yet, seeing Ava' s quiet despair, the infuriating injustice of these cartoon villains resonated deeper than any sum. I was just a reader, but now I was unexpectedly tangled in a living, breathing train wreck. As Eleanor demanded Ava apologize, I stepped forward. "Actually," I said, my voice clear, "Ava has nothing to apologize for." The System buzzed. This wasn't just about the money anymore. "We're going to get you out of this mess," I promised Ava. "I'm in."

Ethan Miller was an architect, but his life was ending. He was entering witness protection to avenge his father, a journalist murdered by corrupt forces. The cost? Everything he knew, especially Ava, the woman he loved. He shattered her heart, feigning greed and ambition to protect her from immense danger. Then, he walked into their apartment to find her intimate with his childhood friend, Julian. He was a ghost in his own home, watching his own replacement. Ava's contempt became his daily torture. She treated him like a paid servant, throwing money at him. He endured public humiliation, serving them at parties, known only as "Ava's pet." After her terrible accident, he anonymously donated a kidney to save her life. Yet Julian took all the credit, building a false narrative of heroism. Ethan silently suffered Ava's accusations and physical abuse, trapped in a role of ultimate humiliation. His silence was his shield, his coldness a desperate act of love. He let her believe he was an unfeeling monster, relentlessly crushing her hope. Every insult was a fresh wound, but revealing the truth would expose her to deadly enemies. Why did he choose her hatred, this agonizing self-sacrifice? Then, an impossible truth emerged: Ethan, believed dead, was seen alive, engaged to another woman. Ava' s world shattered, her grief morphing into furious betrayal. Now, she will confront him, demanding answers, ready to tear apart every secret, dragging them both back into the shadows of his dangerous past, no matter the cost.

Ethan Vanderbilt, a wealthy heir, was deeply infatuated with genius coder Izzy Monroe, seeing past her aloofness to a promising future. He believed her fierce loyalty to her "brother" Leo was a sign of her good heart. His perfect world shattered at a Hamptons gala when he overheard Izzy openly mocking him with her "Vanguard" friends. Their true plan: to use him as a "meal ticket" for Leo, who wasn't just her brother, but her lover. Izzy' s betrayals escalated from a deliberate boat sabotage and his public humiliation at an auction, where she used his frozen funds to buy Leo an NFT. The ultimate insult came at his 25th birthday, when she unleashed deepfake videos to completely destroy his public image. How could the woman he adored, the one he trusted implicitly, be capable of such calculated malice and cold-hearted deceit? The pain of her betrayal was an open wound, fueling a relentless quest for understanding and justice. Fueled by ice-cold rage, Ethan decided his time as a pawn was over. With his unexpected ally, Sophia, he meticulously planned a ruthless counterattack to unveil every dark secret and ensure his tormentors faced their just, public downfall.

I lived a quiet life on the Texas frontier, raised by my kind adoptive parents, Jed and Elara. My childhood sweetheart, Ethan, left for the city with a promise: he' d become a lawyer, make a fortune, and come back for me. He even sealed it with a small, simple ring. I wore it close to my heart, dreaming of our future. Then came the letter. Not from Ethan, but a cold, typewritten announcement of his engagement to Miss Seraphina Thorne, formally dismissing me as a simple frontier girl. That same day, I found Jed and Elara in the smokehouse. Not whole. Brutally, impossibly changed. I stood there, knife in hand, blood on my dress, when the first neighbor screamed. The sheriff arrested me for their murder. My silence earned me the town' s fury; they called me a monster, just as a spiritualist had once warned. Ethan returned, with Seraphina, who watched my public humiliation with a faint, cruel smile. They "found" Ethan' s old engagement letter on me, making it look like a crime of passion. But the real horror came later, in my jail cell. Someone, in the dark, had cut out my tongue. I couldn't speak, couldn't explain the unexplainable. How could I have murdered the only family I knew, the people who sacrificed everything to protect my deepest secret? Their love, their desperate final act, was twisted into my damnation. Who truly took my voice? And how could I, a survivor, explain a sacrifice so profound it defied sanity? But when Ethan, seeing my injuries, finally faced me, I knew I had to break my agonizing silence, even without a voice. With a trembling hand, charcoal on wood, I began to write. This, then, is the truth of Anya Brightwater: a tale not of murder, but of relentless love, ancient blood debts, an American frontier built on lies, and a secret that would shatter everything they thought they knew.

If desire were a blade, their first encounter left him bleeding in silence. He'd built a life on peril and pleasure, armor forged from recklessness, never imagining a woman could make him lower his guard. But even with the truth veiled in lies, he was already in too deep-entangled in the game, and captivated by the player.

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."

She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"

After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."

"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]

PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.