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He Betrayed Me, So I Married a Powerful Billionaire and Came Back for Revenge

He Betrayed Me, So I Married a Powerful Billionaire and Came Back for Revenge

998 Views · Ongoing · Author Graxie
“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.
The Homewrecker Posted a Bed Photo to Force My Divorce, But He Slept with the Wrong Woman

The Homewrecker Posted a Bed Photo to Force My Divorce, But He Slept with the Wrong Woman

1k Views · Ongoing · Ryu
At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.
My Reborn Bro Is Busy Becoming a Warlord—He Doesn’t Know the Deep Freeze Lasts Only 30 Days

My Reborn Bro Is Busy Becoming a Warlord—He Doesn’t Know the Deep Freeze Lasts Only 30 Days

518 Views · Ongoing · Chau
In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.

He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.

This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.