The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife

Ryan Wilder is secretly married to Violet Crowne, a rising star with the beauty of a Goddess. The bad news? Violet hates him. Her family also treats him like a scum and humiliates him for fun. To make it worse, Violet cheats on him, too. It's a big combo for a life that feels like hell. Then, something unbelievable happens. Peeep! [You have been chosen as TEETS's Potential Host.] [Please state your goal.] 'I want revenge.' [Congratulations!] [Now, you have become TEETS' Host.] TEETS, short for Terribly Excellent Emperor-Training System, will grant him superpower abilities if he completes the missions it gives. [A new mission received!] [Face-slapping Son-in-Law: Acquire $100.000.000 in 24 hours.] [Ability Reward: Unlimited Balance Lvl 1.] [Description: Allow Host to buy everything via online transaction.] Slowly but surely, Ryan becomes a powerful figure with his eyes set on revenge. However, when he is enjoying life and setting his revenge on everyone who had wronged him, his past catches up with him. "My son," the wealthiest man in the States said, "I want you to go home with me and be my successor." Ryan wonders if his life could get any worse.

Jamal Carter was down on his luck. Broke, in debt, and on the verge of eviction, he needed a break. That's when his friend Deion offered him a ticket to an exclusive networking event. Little did Jamal know, this was just the beginning of a wild ride. He impressed the right people, including real estate mogul Leonard Marks, and soon found himself playing with the big boys. But success comes with a price. Jamal's rise to power attracted some dangerous enemies, including ruthless crime boss Vincent Morello. A silent war began, with sabotage, intimidation, and power moves being played out behind the scenes. Jamal refused to back down. He formed alliances, studied his enemies, and struck back with calculated moves. But just when he thought he'd won, he discovered a shocking truth: Morello was just a pawn in a much bigger game. The real power players were the Scorpion Syndicate, a shadowy organization that controlled the city's underworld. And Jamal had just inherited Morello's debts, including a $10 million payment owed to the Scorpions. With his back against the wall, Jamal was forced to make an impossible choice: sign with the Scorpions and submit to their control, or refuse and risk losing everything. But here's the twist: Deion, Jamal's best friend, had been working with the Scorpions all along. He'd orchestrated Jamal's rise to power, ensuring he was always one step ahead. Now, Jamal's fate hangs in the balance. Will he take the safe route and sign with the Scorpions, or will he risk everything to stay true to himself? The hustler's gamble has led him to this moment. But this time, the stakes are higher than ever.

After general Jack died in disgrace, betrayed general Jack wakes up ten years in the past—before his kingdom fell and before his enemies destroyed his family. This time, he’s ruthless. He keeps his past-life memories, gains a mysterious divine system, and starts eliminating threats one by one. The world thinks he’s weak, but he’s already planning their downfall.

If I had wealth, I could do anything. And now it's not just a wish, it's a reality. Those who have deceived me and treated me badly deserve cruel retribution.

Aric Blackthorn is cursed by a power that loves him too fiercely, a psychic leviathan with no respect for boundaries—a Devil’s Fruit that warps flesh, mind, and fate. When House Blackthorn is torn apart by ancient betrayals, Aric must master psychic warfare and arcane combat to survive. But the power inside him hungers, and if he gives too much, it might devour everything he holds dear. Devil’s Fruit: I Couldn’t Evolve is a brutal, sensorial journey into love turned monstrous, where sarcasm scythes through blood‑dark magic and each spell is a promise of beauty and violence. Aric Blackthorn awakens in the ruined halls of his ancestral keep, the psychic presence of his Devil’s Fruit thrumming in his mind—a beast that speaks in riddles and carves runic fractures through reality. Determined to reclaim his legacy, he forges uneasy alliances: Seris the shadowsmith, Vira the mercurial envoy, and Kael the steadfast guard. Every encounter sparks a battle of senses and strategy—color‑bleeding mana webs, sigil‑etched swords, psychic pressure like thunder in the veins. As Aric climbs the ladder of power, House Blackthorn fractures under envy, and rival factions—Elowen’s hollow‑vein cult, Garrick’s iron‑sigil enforcers, Thane’s dread‑spiral cabal—seek to claim the psychic core within him. But when his psychic companion Lysander whispers that love is the greatest threat, Aric must choose: let the fruit consume him, or turn its monstrous devotion into salvation. Sacrifices will bleed sincerity, sarcasm will break bones, and comedy will red‑raw the absurdity of power.

“Richard, I do not know why you're acting like you know nothing. It's no hidden knowledge that you've constantly mismanaged funds, bribing corrupt officials like yourself, it's all documented. There's evidence you know?” ********* Over two years ago, Dalton City was on the brink of ruin, having natural resources in abundance; they were the target of their enemies and corrupt officials whose aim was to destroy and corrupt the system.  All of these changed when Richard Day, the enigmatic and feared acting mayor took over after fighting and winning various wars for Dalton City. Richard is surrounded by many enemies who seek his downfall, and amongst them is the least expected, Betrayed by his fianceé and her father, Richard has no choice but to step down and let them take over. But let the world await and fear his comeback, because Richard Day's Legacy isn't to be toiled with.

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.

A long time ago, Zarall, a powerful magician practiced magic and was feared and admired by all. He always carried his sword, a powerful weapon made by magic and coveted by many. An act of betrayal ends Zarall's life and his sword disappeared along with him. Many years after, his sword reappears. Who has woken the Sorcerer's sword up and what could this mean for the kingdom?

Death was never meant to be played with — until he made it a game. Draven Kaine, once the Empire’s most feared necromancer, was executed for treason after raising the dead army that destroyed his own homeland. But when the veil between worlds cracks open, he awakens in his own coffin — alive, cursed, and bound to the ghost of the man he murdered. To survive, Draven must hunt the escaped souls that now haunt the living. Each spirit carries a secret piece of a greater puzzle — a game orchestrated by an ancient god who calls himself The Reaper King. Every round of this deadly game demands a sacrifice: a memory, a life, or a soul. But when Draven discovers the Reaper King’s final target is the woman he once loved, he must decide… Will he play by death’s rules — or rewrite them?

I am a fool in a world I cannot comprehend, but in my world, I am an Ace." ~ Sultan Armstrong. *** EXTRACT: Sultan's own reflection in the water, the Fool, began to animate, mouthing the words he was saying. Huh?! Sultan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?" Sultan whispered, stepping back from the pool. "W..what are you?" His voice rose, tinged with fear. ...... "I am you. You are me. I am the Fool. You are the Fool. We are the Fool."