Mère Célibataire

He was the shame of the family. Add that to the fact that he lied to his wife and took the blame for a crime he never committed—just to save her collapsing company—and you’ve got Cole Bennett. Three years later, this man walked out of prison. Of course, no one comes out the same way they went in. If you've got some experience, you know what that means. But guess what? The bastard Cole went to prison for—the one who promised to help his wife—didn’t lift a damn finger. And guess what again? Cole was the only one treated like trash when he went in, but now, his in-laws have gone full beast mode, treating his wife worse than poop. Now imagine a man who spent three years in one of New York’s deadliest prisons. A man who found mysterious mentors behind bars. A man full of rage. A man who learned how to unleash the kind of emotions you’re not supposed to tame. Tell me—what exactly isn’t bound to happen?

Three years ago, the Tyrell Clan ripped out my Spirit Marrow and threw me into Sub-Level Zero prison. They thought the poison gas in the Iron Abyss would finish me off in a week. But they were wrong. Instead of killing me, the poison woke up my Sovereign Healer Bloodline. The harder they hit me, the faster my body regenerated. The more toxicity they poured into my cell, the stronger my core grew. By the time I reached the bottom of the black site, I wasn't a prisoner anymore—I was the absolute monster ruling the abyss. It wasn't until I found General Serena Vane dying. I cured her and she gave me her empire. Now I’m back in the Capital, standing right beside the most powerful woman in the realm. The high nobles whisper that I'm just a worthless husband clinging to her armor. My ex-fiancée thinks she can still treat me like trash. Let them talk. Because once I draw my blade, they'll realize I didn't come back for a second chance—I came back to wipe them out.

Orphaned and mistreated, Darius West lives a life of relentless struggles until he crosses paths with a tragic beauty. He rescues her, falls deeply in love, and they marry. Yet, her heart remains cold, her affection never kindled. In a moment marred by bitterness and harsh words, Lydia coldly ends their marriage. "Here, take this," she sneers, throwing the divorce papers at him. "I'm done with you, pauper. I never should have married a worthless bastard like you. I regret the day I ever laid eyes on you." Heartbroken yet defiant, he vows, "One day, Lydia, you'll see the value of what you've discarded. And don't expect mercy then." Just as despair seems to have the final say, fate intervenes with an unexpected situation that changes everything—revealing him as the heir to the wealthiest man on the planet. With newfound wealth and power at his fingertips, he embarks on a journey of retribution. "I've been through hell and back," he declares, "but now, I've got the power to turn the tables. I'll make those who mistreated me beg for mercy. It's time for payback, and I'm ready to collect."

"You can't subdue me to a position I've never dreamt of... To you, I'm worthless and poor, but I believe there's more to me being myself." "You should stop forcing me to turn, and going in from behind, I'm not an open door meant for every passerby..." These were the wailing and sobbing words from Kendrick, the trampled son-in-law. His world battered and soiled. Once a proud man, a family’s test found him a solace, entangled with Louis in a world of passion and pleasure. But as they say, "time flies." His newfound world crumbled, he finds himself, a maid to the Roger's family, pride succumbed by love, duty exchanged for servitude. Beaten and battered, mocked and humiliated, Vulgar words pierced through his eardrums daily, causing his eyes to widen in surprise, and his jaw to clench in pain. But then, the hands of time turned. Kendrick's resilience begins to awaken. With his secret heritage revealed, he prepares to reclaim his destiny. Will the Roger's family realize who Kendrick truly is before it's too late? Or will Kendrick’s transformation from humiliated servant to powerful heir shatter their world forever?

"You are nothing without this city, and this city is done with you." My uncle's voice cut through the rain as his men threw me onto the deck of a boat headed nowhere good. I was eighteen, cut out of my father's will, and left to freeze on the harbor while men like Marcus carved up everything my family had built. Aethelgard Bay used to feel like home. Now the Iron Syndicate owns the night, and nobody with a badge or a business card does anything to stop them. The night they came for our fishing fleet, I thought that was the end of it. Then three strangers in armor dropped out of the storm and tore the raid apart before it could finish us. Their leader put something in my hand before he vanished: a keycard to a vault my father built and never told me about. It's supposed to be the key to taking my city back. So far all it's done is put a target on my back and put me in a car with the one woman in Marcus's empire I can't decide whether to trust. I'm done running from my uncle. Whatever it costs, I'm getting my family's name back.

Many planets exist in the universe, and each one had strong individuals of various races, some of these strong individuals rose above the masses and became a god. However above all gods was the mysterious Creater, no one knew if he was like the other gods but much stronger, or if he was there for the creation of the universe. Perhaps he created it himself but despite the many theories, nobody knew for sure. However everyone knew of his strength and wisdom And it was because of his strength that the realm was mostly peaceful. Creator: “Everyone, I’m bored. I’m ready to face the next thing in life! But if I leave, chaos will reign due to your petty power struggles, therefore I will create a challenge called the tower. You must either give up your power completely or challenge the tower having your memories wiped and your strength reset. The one to reach the very top will gain my strength, good luck young ones.” And so a race began! Although everyone immediately forgot what he said when they entered the tower… but who knows, maybe they can gain back some memory and learn why they are there? Why did they decide to join the tower? Cover thanks to freepik.com

Kael Draven got played. Poisoned and kicked to the curb by his own blood, he was left to rot in a pitch-black mine while the Eternal Night gnawed at his bones. It was supposed to be a straight-up death sentence. But when his blood awakens his mother’s forbidden ring, he scores a God-Tier Forge System that turns cursed scrap into weapons of mass destruction. In a world where the dark eats everything, Kael is about to show his family that being an exile is just another word for being the most dangerous man alive. "You thought the dark was my prison?" Kael snarls, hammer in hand. "Nah, man. It's my workshop, and y'all are just extra material for the forge." With a system that appraises hidden stats and fuses forbidden horrors into god-tier gear, he’s climbing out of the pit to take back his birthright. His enemies think they’re safe behind their fancy magic flames, but the Smith is back, and he’s bringing the real heat. #Action, #Adventurous, #Fast-Paced Plot, #Tragedy, #Heir/Heirness, #Hidden Identity, #Intelligent, #Ruthless, #Decisive, #Brave, #Betrayal, #Face-Slapping, #Level up, #Revenge, #Weak to Strong

For years, Kellan swallowed his pride to live under his wife's family roof, mocked and dismissed, treated like nothing. He told himself it was worth it because he loved Vivian. Then she proved him wrong in the cruelest way possible. She kisses another man right in front of him. Insults him in front of everyone who ever looked down on him. Stands by laughing as her lover throws money in his face like he's a beggar. Kellan says nothing. He simply walks away. What none of them know is that the "worthless son-in-law" they've spent years humiliating is actually the missing heir to a fortune that could swallow their family whole, and he's done hiding. One by one, everything Vivian's family built starts to crumble. And when a woman who wants nothing from him but the truth walks into his life, Vivian realizes the husband she destroyed might be the one man she'll never get back. He was never as weak as they thought. Now they're about to find out just how strong he really is.

"I was meant to take your father's blame, be jailed, and killed afterward so you could be with him?" Damian asked in a low, hurt voice, staring at Ravenna. "It took you this long to realize," Ravenna eyed him. "Don't play the victim card. You were a convenient scapegoat." Ravenna walked up to him and said in a condescending tone. "You should be grateful you're out. Scram, Damian!" She said, spat on his face, turned, tucked her arm into her new man's arm, and stepped into his car without a backward glance. Damian loved his wife more than life itself and wanted nothing more than to please his father-in-law, who treated him with scorn. When the opportunity came for him to finally gain his father-in-law's approval, it cost Damian everything. What happens when Damian decides to get back at those who took him for granted in the past after a revelation about his true identity? Read in the thrilling pages of "Revenge of Domenico Santoro" to witness how a once-despised son-in-law makes his enemies pay.

For three years, Diego Herrera was mocked as nothing more than a “substitute husband.” His wife sneered, “Diego, you were never my man—you were Alejandro’s replacement.” Humiliated, treated like a parasite, Diego endured in silence. Until the night he walked away. What no one knew? The man they despised was the God of Martial Arts, a healer feared in every hospital, and a hidden CEO whose empire made generals and billionaires kneel. “Diego, you’re worthless!” Isabella spat. He looked at her once, cold and final. “Worthless men don’t make CEOs tremble.” From boardrooms to battlefields, his name will shake nations. Doctors, generals, tycoons—every one bows before him. And every woman who once laughed at him now fights to catch his eye. Heiresses, celebrities, even daughters of the most powerful families… all whisper the same thing—they want him. But Diego has no need to chase. He is the storm. The boss. The man untouchable. “You’ll crawl back to me!” Isabella mocked. He smiled faintly. “No. You’ll kneel.”