Vendetta: Throne of Betrayal
Born with nothing but his wits, Aiden Cole clawed his way into a world where money talks and bloodlines reign supreme. A full scholarship granted him access to the nation's most prestigious academy, but also painted a target on his back. Among the sons and daughters of the elite, Aiden was a reminder of everything they despised, and everything they feared.
The son of the Vice President, fueled by envy and rage, waged a brutal campaign against him. Lies, threats, violence, and finally, murder. They didn't just break Aiden; they shattered his entire world.
But pain forged him into something far more dangerous. Disappearing from the public eye, Aiden re-emerged years later, not as a student, but as a kingpin. Armed with intelligence sharper than any blade and a heart hardened by loss, he built a criminal empire with one purpose: revenge. In the end, only one truth will remain: “the outcast will inherit the ashes."
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Chapter: Chapter 10: No Safe HavenThe city smelled of rain and smoke. Aiden raced through the backstreets, the stolen papers clutched to his chest, Nina’s last message searing itself into his brain. "They're onto me. They're coming."Panic clawed at the edges of his mind, but he shoved it down. Nina was smart. Cautious.If they had her, it was because someone had betrayed them, and betrayal always came from the inside.He made it to the safehouse fifteen minutes later, an abandoned apartment above a pawnshop in the dead heart of Winterfell.Every instinct screamed at him as he crept up the rickety stairs. “Trap. Trap. Trap.”The door to their hideout was ajar. “Bad sign.” Aiden drew the small pistol from his waistband, a battered thing, half-rusted, but loaded.He edged the door open with his foot. Inside, the room was wrecked. Chairs overturned. Papers scattered.The wall safe hung open, gutted. Blood smeared the floor like paint, and in the center of it all, Nina, tied to a chair. Head hanging.Breathing shallow. Sh
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The Mask of KingsThe rich liked to pretend they were untouchable. Aiden Carter was about to remind them how wrong they were. The Gala of Kings. Winterfell’s grandest night. A masquerade held once a year inside the ancient, gleaming walls of the Seraphim Hotel, where golden chandeliers dripped light like molten diamonds, and power oozed from every silk-draped corner.Tickets were invitation-only. The Vice President, his son Bryce, and all their crooked allies would be there, masked, drunk, smug, and somewhere inside that glittering fortress?The ledgers. The real ones. Hard copies. Proof. It was Nina's intel, hard-won and soaked in risk. It was also a suicide mission. Perfect.Aiden stood in the alley behind the hotel, rain slicking his hair to his forehead, heart thundering. His "borrowed" tuxedo itched against his bruised ribs.A black-and-silver mask, stolen from a drunken partygoer, hid half his face. His invitation?A forged card tucked into his pocket, courtesy of a contact Nina had paid in blo
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Ghosts of WinterfellThe dead never stayed buried in Winterfell. Especially not the ones Aiden Carter had made.Two days after the ambush, Aiden sat in the corner of a smoky, nameless bar, nursing a split lip and a whiskey he could barely afford.The suits had been just the beginning. A message. A warning. One he intended to answer, in blood and ruin, but brute force wouldn’t win this war. Not yet.First, he needed to starve Bryce's empire. Break his money, and the power would follow.That’s where her name came in. Nina Valdez.The Vice President’s "legitimate" bookkeeper, a woman known for laundering dirty money so clean it smelled like roses.If Aiden could turn her, he could cripple Bryce's entire operation from the inside. It wouldn’t be easy.Nina was careful. Paranoid. Protected but everyone had a weakness. Aiden just had to find hers.He started by shadowing her. For three days, he watched Nina move through Winterfell’s upper city, a place of glass towers and pristine parks, where blood money pave
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Blood OathsThe blood oath wasn’t optional. It was a contract, older than any written law. One that stitched loyalty into bone and betrayal into death. Salvador made that very clear the next morning."You think last night earned you a seat at my table?" Salvador scoffed, circling Aiden like a shark. "That was a favor. A courtesy."They were deep inside Salvador’s underground compound now, a network of tunnels, repurposed bunkers, and labyrinthine backrooms hidden beneath Winterfell’s crumbling dockyards.The scent of oil and iron hung heavy. "This, " Salvador held up a slim, wicked blade, ", is your real initiation."Aiden’s fists clenched. He’d come too far to flinch now. "I’m ready," he said.Salvador grinned, teeth flashing like a predator. "We’ll see."The ceremony took place in a narrow chamber lit only by flickering, oil-stained torches.The walls were etched with old symbols, signs of gangs long forgotten and bloodlines long broken.Ten men stood in a ring, faces masked by black hoods. In
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Hunt the HunterThe night turned sharp and cold. Winter mist slithered through the alleyways as Aiden fled Saint Augustine’s glowing towers, leaving chaos in his wake.He didn’t stop to think. Didn’t stop to breathe. Every step could be his last if he hesitated.Marcus found him first, peeling out of a side street on a battered black motorcycle. "Get on!" he barked.No questions. No second guesses. Aiden swung up behind him, the engine roaring as they sped away.Behind them, sirens wailed, not campus security. Real police. Or worse. Aiden clutched the flash drive in his pocket so tightly it cut into his skin. Evidence. Insurance. Target.They ditched the bike five blocks later. Marcus pulled Aiden into an abandoned parking structure, glancing around warily. "You’ve got maybe an hour before they flood the city with your face," Marcus said, voice low. "Maybe less."Aiden leaned against a pillar, catching his breath. "What do I do?" he asked.Marcus’s mouth twisted into a grim smile. "You disappear."It
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Blood in the WaterThe old Aiden would have hesitated. He would have reasoned, pleaded, hoped for justice.That Aiden was dead now, and what rose in his place was something colder. Sharper. Something that would not stop until the debt was paid, in full.The plan had to be flawless. Aiden spent the entire night drafting it out, lines crisscrossing a notebook page, notes written in furious, tiny script.Marcus watched silently from across the room, only nodding once when Aiden finally looked up. "We hit them where it hurts," Aiden said."And where’s that?"Aiden’s eyes gleamed. "Their pride."The Saint Augustine’s Winter Ball was two weeks away. A gala for the elite, senators’ sons, billionaire daughters, royalty in everything but name.It was the highlight of the semester, a showcase of wealth, privilege, and carefully curated power.Bryce would be there, smug and untouchable. So would his father, the Vice President of the country.Security would be tight. Perfect. If Aiden could humiliate Bryce publicly
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Rebound: The CEO'S Revenge System
Ryan King had it all: billions in the bank, the city’s biggest company, and a beautiful wife. But in one rainy night, he lost everything. Betrayed by his wife and best friend, Ryan was left paralyzed, a prisoner in his own body, forced to listen as they spent his money and plotted his murder.
For six months, he was a vegetable. A silent witness to his own destruction.
Then, they made a mistake. They killed him.
But death wasn't the end. As his heart stopped, a blue light pierced the darkness.
[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[HATRED LEVEL: MAXIMUM]
Ryan wakes up with a second chance and a mysterious System that grants him god-like abilities in exchange for one thing: Vengeance.
Now, the man who couldn't move a finger can control technology, crush bones, and manipulate the stock market with a thought. He won’t just take back his company; he will burn their world to the ground. They thought he was a broken shell. They are about to find out that they just woke up a monster.
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Chapter: Chapter 6: A Close CallThe sound of the door handle turning was loud. Click.To Ryan, it sounded like a gunshot.He was lying in his bed. He was supposed to be in a coma. He was supposed to be a "vegetable," a man who could not move, think, or speak. But he was awake. He had just been reading the blue System screen floating in the air.Panic hit him hard. His heart started to beat very fast. Boom-boom, boom-boom. If they saw his eyes open, it was over. If they saw him sweating, they would know. They would kill him for real this time."System!" Ryan thought loudly in his head. "Help me!"A blue box flashed in his mind.[Skill Available: Hibernation Level 1][Effect: Lowers heart rate. Lowers body temperature. User appears dead or in a deep coma. Pain is reduced by 50%.][Cost: 2 Energy Points]"Activate!" Ryan screamed in his mind. "Do it now!"The door began to open.Ryan shut his eyes tight. He let his body go loose. Suddenly, a cold feeling washed over him. It started in his chest and moved to his toes. I
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Lawyer’s VisitThe morning sun came through the window. It was bright and harsh. It hit the white sheets of the hospital bed. Ryan lay perfectly still. He looked like a statue. His chest moved up and down very slowly. To the world, he was in a deep sleep. To the doctors, he was in a coma.But inside, Ryan was awake.His mind was a storm. He could feel his toes, but he could not move them. He could feel the itch on his nose, but he could not scratch it. It was a prison of flesh and bone.Ding.A blue screen appeared in the darkness of his mind.[System Status: Active][Energy: 15%][Recovery Mode: Ongoing]Ryan watched the screen. It was the only thing that kept him sane. He waited. He knew they were coming. He did not know when, but he knew Clara would not wait long. She loved money more than she ever loved him.Then, he heard it.Click-clack. Click-clack.High heels on the hard tile floor. Ryan knew that walk. It was fast. It was impatient. It was Clara.The door handle turned with a squeak. The d
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Chapter: Chapter 4B: The Kind NurseThat watch was from his father. His father gave it to him before he died. It was the most important thing Ryan owned. It was his lucky charm."He put it in his pocket," Lily said. "He stole it. I wanted to scream. But I was scared. Mark is... he is dangerous."Ryan was furious. The anger was hot and red. It filled his brain. It filled his chest. He wanted to jump up. He wanted to grab Mark by the throat. He wanted to yell, “Give it back! You thief!”But he was a statue. He was a stone in a bed. The helplessness washed over him. He wanted to cry, but his tear ducts did not work. “I am weak. I am nothing.”"I am sorry, Ryan," Lily said. She looked like she was going to cry. A tear slipped down her cheek. "I am so sorry I didn't stop him."Ryan looked at her tears. She was crying for him. She cared. The anger inside him turned into energy. It was a strange feeling. Usually, he felt numb. But now, the rage and the gratitude mixed together. It felt like electricity.He focused on his hand
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Chapter: Chapter 4A: The Kind NurseThe hospital room was dark. It was not a peaceful dark. It was heavy and thick. It felt like a heavy blanket that covered everything.Ryan lay in his bed. He was perfectly still. He looked like he was sleeping, but he was not. Inside his mind, he was wide awake. He was screaming, but his mouth did not move. He was running, but his legs did not move. He was a prisoner inside his own body.The only sound in the room was the machine. Beep. Beep. Beep.It was a cold, robotic sound. It counted the seconds of his life. Ryan hated that sound. It reminded him that he was alive, but he could not live. He stared at the ceiling. He could not close his eyes. He could not look away. He just stared at the white tiles. He counted them. One, two, three... a hundred.His body felt like stone. It was heavy and cold. He tried to wiggle his toes. Nothing happened. He tried to make a fist. Nothing happened. It was like shouting into a deep, empty well. No echo came back.Then, he heard a sound.Click.The
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Chapter: Chapter 3B: The Evil PlanMark pressed buttons randomly. He punched the safe. He tried again and again.Eeeernt. Eeeernt. Eeeernt.Finally, Mark let out a loud roar of frustration. "It’s useless! This metal box is too strong. We can’t break it, and we can’t guess the number. It will lock permanently if we try one more time."Silence filled the room again. The only sound was Ryan’s heart monitor. Beep... beep...They walked back toward the bed. Ryan felt their eyes on him. He felt exposed, like a bug under a microscope."So, that’s it?" Clara asked. Her voice was trembling. "We lose the money? All those millions... just gone?""No," Mark said slowly. "We don't lose anything. We just change the plan."Mark sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped down. Ryan felt Mark’s heavy weight pressing against his leg. It was disgusting."What plan?" Clara asked."The safe is Step One," Mark explained. "But we forgot about Step Two. The insurance."Ryan felt a chill run through his paralyzed body. The life insurance
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Chapter: Chapter 3A: The Evil PlanThe room was cold. It smelled like old medicine and bitter lemon. Ryan lay on the big bed in the center of the room. He did not move. He could not move. His body was like a heavy stone, sinking deep into the mattress. His eyes were closed, but his mind was wide open. He was awake inside the darkness.Beep... beep... beep...The heart monitor was the only sound in the room. It was a slow, steady rhythm. It was the music of his life. It told the world that Ryan was still alive, even if he looked like he was already gone.Ryan felt a small itch on his nose. He wanted to scratch it. He tried to send a signal from his brain to his hand. Move, he told his fingers. Just move one inch. But his hand stayed still. It lay limp on the white bedsheet. He was a prisoner in his own skin.Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaked open. A slice of yellow light cut across the dark floor.Footsteps entered the room. There were two sets of footsteps. One was heavy and loud—thump, thump, thump. The other w
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The Unseen Miracle
Mark Lewis’s marriage to Lucia Thomas was arranged under the most unromantic circumstances. Lucia’s family needed to maintain their status, and Mark was chosen as a convenient match.
However, Lucia despises Mark, believing him to be a manipulative scammer trying to claim her family’s wealth. Unbeknownst to her, Mark is the world-renowned healer known as "The Unseen Miracle," a man whose miracles have saved countless lives. He is also the secret owner of Marvin, the world’s largest enterprise, a fact he keeps hidden from everyone, including his new wife.
Lucia is determined to divorce Mark as soon as possible, but she has no idea that her husband is not the man she thinks he is. The deeper she digs into his past, the more complicated the mystery becomes. As she uncovers shocking truths about his miraculous abilities and his true identity, she finds herself torn between her distrust and the undeniable attraction she feels for him. But their marriage faces more than just personal challenges. Mark’s empire is under threat, and Lucia must decide whether to stand by him or walk away forever.
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Chapter: Chapter 9Mark’s pulse thundered in his ears as he rushed toward the beast, every step heavier than the last. The creature’s glowing eyes tracked his every movement, its massive frame shifting and rippling like a shadow that could never quite be pinned down. The air was thick with malice, each breath harder to take as Mark drew closer. His mind was clear, but his body was frozen with the realization of just how dangerous this was.Lucia’s serum was in his hand, its green glow shimmering like a faint beacon in the chaos. He had no idea whether it would work.He didn’t even know if it would get close enough. But it was the only chance they had.Behind him, Zero had taken up position, his blade raised and ready to strike at the creature’s vulnerable side. But Mark knew the fight wasn’t won by brute force. It was in the precision, in finding the one weak point that could bring the beast down. And that point, according to Lucia, was its heart.Mark’s mind raced with calculations. The heart had to
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Chapter: Chapter 8The creature’s massive form loomed in the doorway, its body seemingly made of shadows, its eyes glowing a sinister red. Mark could feel the air grow heavy with every step he took, each one sending a ripple of fear through his chest. The walls around them groaned under the pressure as the beast’s monstrous silhouette filled the hallway, its hunched frame bending low as it stalked into the room.Zero’s hand tightened around the hilt of his blade, his usual bravado replaced by a rare look of dread. “This isn’t what we signed up for,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.Lucia’s face was pale, her lips trembling. “I didn’t think it would really work. I never thought it could become this, this thing.” She shook her head as if trying to deny the reality unfolding before her. “I only wanted to fix things, to stop it from going wrong.”Elara, standing in the far corner of the room, looked eerily calm. “The beast was never meant to be a success. It was a failure, a mistake that sho
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Chapter: Chapter 7The shadows in the doorway stretched like fingers reaching for the light. Elara’s silhouette stood tall.Her presence commanded the room even amidst the chaos. Mark’s heart raced, and his instincts screamed to run, but his feet were rooted to the spot.Lucia’s grip on his hand tightened as she backed away from the wreckage of the door. “Elara, what are you doing here?”Elara stepped into the room, her gaze sharp and unyielding. “I’m here to end this,” she said, her voice as cold as the steel that lined her weapon. “You’ve both done enough damage.”Mark’s chest tightened. “Enough damage?” he repeated, struggling to understand. “You don’t get to make that call. You don’t know anything about.”“I know everything,” Elara cut him off, her eyes narrowing. “I’ve been watching all of you. Watching the lies, the manipulation, the destruction. You think this is about your past? About some miracle you’ve been chasing?” She laughed bitterly. “No, Mark. This is much bigger than any of you.”Mark t
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Chapter: Chapter 6The silence in the room felt suffocating. Mark’s eyes locked onto Lucia, his chest tightening. She stood there, a mix of disbelief and uncertainty etched across her features. Every step he took towards her felt like an eternity, each moment pregnant with the weight of everything they had both lost. “Lucia,” Mark said hoarsely, his voice trembling. “It’s really you. After all this time, it’s really you.”But she didn’t answer. Her eyes darted between him and Subject Zero, her hand still hanging mid-air. “I don’t know who you are anymore,” Lucia whispered, her voice quivering. “The man I knew, he’s gone. The man standing in front of me now,” She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering between Mark and Zero. “He isn’t who I remember.”Zero’s lips curled into a smile, as though relishing every moment of this confrontation. “You see, Lucia,” he said, his voice low and mocking, “you’re caught between the truth and your memories. But I’m here to remind you what you forgot.”Mark felt his pulse
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Chapter: Chapter 5Lucia hadn’t said a word since returning to the safehouse. Lena, her assistant turned confidante, watched with growing concern.As Lucia sat on the floor, the mysterious locket open in her hand, the photo inside still trembling between her fingers. “Lucia,” Lena said gently. “You need to tell me what happened.”Lucia looked up, eyes haunted. “He found me.”Lena stiffened. “Mark?”Lucia shook her head. “No. The other one. The Phantom.”Lena’s face paled. “He’s supposed to be locked under the ice vaults at Site Zero.”“He’s not anymore.”Lucia stood and handed the photo to Lena. “This was us, before. Before Marvin. Before my memories were altered.”Lena stared at the photo. “Lucia, that woman is you. But the timestamp, this picture is thirteen years old.”Lucia nodded slowly. “Exactly. I wasn’t supposed to meet Mark until three years ago.”Meanwhile, Marvin HQ, Bio-Systems Division, Elara, stood before the board, all twelve members masked, silhouetted behind frosted glass. None of them
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Chapter: Chapter 4Lucia barely slept. The memorial room haunted her, rows of the dead, standing behind glass, reborn but broken, and Mark, Mark wasn’t just one of them. He was the first. Prototype Null. Unstable. “Wake him, and you risk the world.”The words Elara didn’t say screamed louder than the ones she did. By sunrise, Lucia had made a decision. She would confront her husband.Back at the Mansion, Mark was in the sunroom, dressed in black slacks and a linen shirt, trimming bonsai trees with a level of calm that only made Lucia’s nerves fray more. She didn’t waste time. “I know what you are.”He paused. “Do you?”“I saw the memorial room.”Silence. The snip of scissors. “I saw the photos. The names. The version of you marked Unstable.”He looked up. “And did you see what came before that?”Lucia stepped forward, voice trembling. “You died. That’s what came before.”Mark nodded. “Yes. I did.”Flashback, 12 Years Ago. A war zone. Not with bullets, with viruses. A village ravaged by a strain known on
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