My Irresistible Ex

Peter Coleman, is a young, intelligent, and vibrant 27 years old male lead. He is hardworking, caring, and resilient. His good looks are evidence of his type of character, he was fit and tall. He is vengeful but his revenge is set on the part to do the right things. Victor Coleman is Peter’s cousin and Peter’s worst enemy. He was hairy, his thick brows and serious face gave him that bad guy look. He’s a greedy and jealous character. Kayla Rollins is a young 24-year-old female lead. She’s an elegant, beautiful, humble, and cheerful person. Kayla is Victor’s ex, She had that peaceful and reassuring smile that had made Peter admire her. Mia is a 24-year-old character, beautiful, busty, and lukewarm in appearance. Peter’s ex-wife was impatient and cheated. She wanted good things at all costs. Kennedy is Victor's father and a partner in Victor’s crime.

At Lugard Ford’s prestigious graduation ceremony, all eyes turn when Ethan kneels before his girlfriend, ring in hand. But instead of joy, her sneer cuts deeper than any blade. She mocks his poverty, flaunts her billionaire heir new lover, and crushes his heart in front of the entire school. What she doesn’t know is that Ethan is no ordinary man. By family law, he was forbidden to reveal his true identity before graduation. Tomorrow, he inherits 70% of the world’s wealth. Today, she spits on him. Humiliated but unbroken, Ethan vows never to chase her again. Instead, he will rise—not with his family’s fortune alone, but with his own strength. Yet shadows lurk in wealth and power: hidden enemies, betrayals, and a core struggle that money alone can’t fix. And when his ex realizes the truth.it might already be too late.

I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended. But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake. Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die. But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "What is your last wish?" I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live. And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control. Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful. I was no longer John Prestwick. I was the Devil himself.

I have conquered nations, subdued entire populations. Everyone from the Eastern plains to the Northern colonies fear me. But they don't know me. My name is Lloyd Bishop, and I am the Dragon Duke, The greatest enforcer of the kingdom of Tekka. 10 years ago, I watched from the closet, where I witnessed my entire family be gunned down in the city of Hilburg. My father and uncle, shot by a man with a dragon tattoo on his arm, who then burned down our home. I managed to escape, but I died from smoke poisoning. My life would be saved by a young girl, Lisa Francis, who brought me back to life and showed me the way out of the city. That was a decade ago. I left everything behind that day, my 3 childhood friends, and Lisa, a girl I didn't even know yet. In the time since, everything has changed, I was now more powerful than ever before, but the rage of my family's murder hadn't been quelled. And now I have returned to this city that took everything from me, and my mission is clear. Reconnect with my childhood friends, repay the girl who saved my life. But most importantly, I will show those responsible for my parent's death… THE WRATH OF THE DRAGON DUKE!

This is my story. I'm Elvar Sagara. That afternoon, I went to the mall to find a Halloween festival costume. I was just browsing. But I found something… weird. A horned mask and an outfit that looked familiar, like my favorite comic book character, so I bought it. When I got home, I tried it on immediately. The outfit fit me perfectly. The mask… was creepy. But cool. I stood in front of the mirror, and for some reason, I started acting. I folded my arms across my chest. My body stood tall. In a loud voice, I shouted: “Hahaha! I am the true Demon King! I will lead you all! HAHAHA!” My laughter grew louder. Ridiculous? Yeah. But I was totally getting into the role. Then… I blinked. The moment my eyelids opened, I was in a vast hall. Surrounded by terrifying creatures. Demons. They were all bowing to me. My laughter still hadn't stopped. But my heart nearly stopped. Strangely, I kept acting. I knew… if I stopped, if I took off this mask and admitted I was just a regular human I’d probably be killed on the spot. So… What am I supposed to do now?

I was born the third son of the empire's most powerful bloodline, destined to be nothing. No magic, no talent. Just a weakling, a stain on my family's name. My older brothers awakened powers that could shape kingdoms, while I was mocked, ignored, and treated as disposable, and in my family, weakness isn't forgiven. In my awakening ceremony, I nearly died, but the magic system changed my life forever! 'Forbidden System Detected. Condition Met: Host on Brink of Death. Initializing Evolution Protocol…' A power long sealed within the royal bloodline chose me, the powerless one. A system that feeds on my pain, breaks the limits of my body and soul, and evolves me beyond what this world allows. No magic? It will create one. No talent? It will forge one. No future? It will build one. I will become the one whom they have never seen coming!

BLURB/DESCRIPTION I never asked to be born a mistake. My whole life, I was the kid nobody wanted—the one they whispered about, the one they shoved into corners and hoped would disappear. My father pretended I didn't exist. My stepmother made sure I knew I was trash. My half-siblings treated me like a servant in my own home. And then there was Emma—my girlfriend, or so I thought. Until I came back from a trip to find her wearing my half-brother's ring. They threw me out with nothing. No money. No home. No future. But then my phone buzzed. One message. One number I'd never seen before. And suddenly, ten billion dollars appeared in my account. Turns out, I'm not nobody. I'm the grandson of Richard Blackwell—the richest man in the world. The man I never knew existed. The man who just made me his only heir. Now I have the power. The money. The name. And everyone who ever looked down on me? They're about to find out what happens when the boy they called worthless becomes the man they can't touch.

After my wife's family found out that Grandpa gave his inheritance to me, they immediately made a cunning plan to put me in prison, I thought my life would be ruined and rot behind bars without being able to take revenge, but in prison I found my true identity, I turned out to be the heir to a world-class conglomerate. I will not let them go, this burning grudge must be completely vented, their destruction is the goal of my life.

'Waah......waaah' My baby was crying tremendously and here I was thinking what was happening there. "It's ok child .Everything is going to be alright, The bitter seeds that I have sowed .I would not let you cut them in my instead ,that's my promise to you" Suddenly the horse slipped and I fell to the ground with my child intact. I mumble to myself "Is this what we call karma but still I must protect you .I Immediately left the horse and tearing the magic scroll .I whispered 'The Catholic Temple' "Bring that child to me," said Patricia, the Highest priest in rank. As he holds my child with care in both hands a question arises in his mind "What name do you like to give him? He is your son. It's wise if you give him a name." . I took a last glimpse afterwards,I turned my back against him before murmuring with an uneven heart."I always desire to call him Ryaniar ." I have been running Goddess. I have been running a lot from my destiny till my sister to the handmaiden. Everybody has been sacrificed against my bad fortune .It even did not let the white witch unstained. So how come I dared to fantasise a future that's very bricks was served by uncountable baits. If you are reading this letter then . At least I can entrust his safety to you. Please save my child in this life. Your deceased Isabella Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkain10001/

This is a story of betrayal, revenge and most of all, mystery. For the longest time, all I've ever known was... Darkness. I was born and brought up in a family of royals, in a world of thorns and scorn, hate and greed, lies and betrayal, selfishness and parasitism. It wasn't easy surviving on my own but I found my way, in the shadows where I belonged. Many would envy and seek out my lifestyle because it appeared luxurious, and glorious even but it really wasn't. I was trapped in a neverending fight for control and most of all, my life only to see my death encroach slowly, to the point I started having nightmares about it. I was even abandoned by my own father. Well... It didn't matter. Because at the end of the day, I survive in between the light and darkness. I survive... In the shadows.