Your Boyfriend Peter Fanart

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”

She would have given everything she had to him if only he had asked, if only his arrogance did not lead him to kill her. But now, her ghost has no love, her ghost is all about revenge. Funny thing is, he buried her in the same house that she built with her own money, brick by brick. Is it possible to get a good night sleep after burying your own wife in the same house you're sleeping in? What if you can't sleep, can't move out of the house and the ghost won't let you sell it either?

Hudson Stewart was just an ordinary delivery guy who was bullied, despised and made fun of by his college Mate's. When the college bully used the identity of the woman Hudson loved so much to set him up, Hudson Stewart could swear he almost committed suicide that night but someone had stopped him with a single statement that changed everything. "Young Master, Your Father wants You Back Home -- You are his right Heir." Now, It was Hudson's time to rewrite his story because soon , he became "The Undisputed Hudson Stewart" and everyone that made fun of him shall bow to his feet.

‘Wake up, child. It's time to claim what's rightfully yours. Your time of being seen as a street dog has passed. Now is the moment to shine and exact vengeance upon all those that wronged us,’ the injured woman from earlier whispers to Phil while he's unconscious. •• He died and lost his identity, and died again to regain it. Now, the bullied, murdered, no-good garbage picker son-in-law, is Alexander Lord, the trillionaire heir of Labyrinth City, who has returned from the dead to exact vengeance on all those who wronged him—no one will be spared from his wrath.

.... "Master?".... “Of course. It's because you haven't activated your powers yet. I've been waiting for you! You are the reason I am in jail and now, it's fulfilled” He almost screamed in excitement and brought out a dragon-like ring which almost frightened the fragile Reed because it seemed rusty, dirty and old. “It's all yours. Master of the 365th province of the imperial world!” ***** In a world where the rich oppressed the poor, he was tormented! Humiliated! Confined! Now, he is set free! He is back! Those who opposed and oppressed him would be repaid one million times worse! It starts from now!

"I'll rise above this, and you'll face the consequences of your actions," he declared, a silent promise to himself amidst the noisy laughter. “Now, you see that she was only using you all these time,” Jack said, and Sydney smiled slyly. Sydney's cold words cut through the air, echoing her heartless confession. "That's so true, I only used you to solve my Math problems. I would never want to kiss a guy drowning in unending poverty. This is not a fairy tale, where a princess gets to kiss a frog," Sydney declared, glancing down at the hole on the top of Micheal's shoe.

There is one thing I have always been sure of. "If you make the wrong choice, then your life will be filled with dark clouds." Slandered, bullied, betrayed, threatened, is the hell that I always feel because I made the wrong choice. Words are "killing machines," and many people don't know that. "One word can destroy someone's life and one word can change someone." I even thought that sleeping is torture and waking up is the worst. In the past, I lost my temper and planned to kill myself. I like walking in an endless tunnel with emptiness and emptiness filling my heart. This is my broken story.

Clinton ran, Clinton won the race, Clinton kissed a girl, Clinton died. What a truly miserable way to die. Clinton woke up to see himself before an angel. “You are now before judgement”. “For being an arrogant prick, a womanizer who slept without remorse with your mate’s girlfriends, and for 999+ other sins that you have committed, you have been sentenced to life outside hell”. “You have been sentenced to lifetime imprisonment in Planet #2122 as a low-tier undead in a Dungeon”. And so, Clinton’s fate was sealed in the most miserable way possible. Beep! {You have unlocked reincarnation curse: Miserable Undead System!} ‘Oh boy!’

Everyone thought Jace Prescott would ruin his life before twenty. Then the girl he planned to marry destroyed him in front of millions. For five months, nothing between them had been private. Not the secrets. Not even the moments he thought belonged only to them. Millions had been watching. The same day his life fell apart, a dying billionaire appeared with a shocking claim: "I’m your uncle. And you’re inheriting my empire." Jace has no interest in forgiveness. And in a school full of arrogant rich kids, fake saints, and people who mistake kindness for weakness… That’s about to become everyone’s problem.