Madam Secretary Fanfiction

They mocked him. Betrayed him, and left him to die. Now he wears a mask to hide the scars from the past. Steven Hale was once a poor, broken student—bullied, humiliated, and beaten down by life. Until tragedy revealed a shocking truth: he’s the missing heir to the powerful Hale empire. But this isn’t a Cinderella story. It’s a payback. Reborn as Sinclair Hale, the mysterious billionaire CEO, he returns to Avalon City with one mission: revenge. And nothing—not even a contract fiancée chosen to subdue him—will stand in his way. But then there’s April Dawn—his sweet, clumsy personal assistant who wasn’t supposed to matter. With her loyalty, and unexpected courage, she begins to see the man behind the mask… the man Steven no longer believes he can be. When old enemies rise and betrayal hits too close, Sinclair must choose to either cling to the darkness that made him… or fight for the love he never saw coming. What will he do? Will his mission to seek revenge stand? Will he choose love over everything?

Behind Rayendra Wardiana's ordinary life, there is a dark secret about the inheritance of blood and grudge. Since childhood, Rayendra lived in the shadow of the death of his father, Widyo, the legendary cartel leader who was tragically killed before his eyes. The trauma of that night gave birth to Andrean, another personality who existed to protect Rayendra from a violent world. Slowly secret after secret revealed. About the betrayal of Wandi, his own uncle; about Madam, his father's ex-wife who is thirsty for power; to the great war that shook the domestic cartel world. In a world full of blood, intrigue, and power, the Wardiana family is forced to face the bitter truth that tests their bond.

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.