Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in ...

They killed me for a medal I never got to wear. My step-sister's poison burned through my veins as I fell from that balcony, my Olympic dreams dying with me. But death wasn't the end—it was just the beginning. Now I'm back, six months before my murder, with all the knowledge of their betrayal and none of the mercy I once had. Madison wants my spot on the Olympic team? Ryan thinks he can destroy me with lies? Let them try. This time, I'm not the naive girl who trusted family. I'm something far mo...

When perfect housewife Sarah catches her husband David screwing Jessica—the single mom she personally helped get hired—in a soccer equipment room, she doesn't scream or cause a scene. Instead, she chooses a deadlier path: flaunting their wealth on Instagram with Hermès shopping sprees, luxury vacations, and extravagant kids' parties. As neighbors grow suspicious and jealous of their sudden fortune, someone inevitably tips off the IRS... Turns out, the sweetest revenge isn't destroying your cheat...

DNA test results: I'm not the Kelly family's real daughter.
Their actual daughter Sierra came home.
She got my room, my college fund, and my boyfriend started protecting her too.
The night our house caught fire, I almost died inside, but my boyfriend said "thank God the real family is safe."
"Figure out who you are first," he told me when we broke up.
My parents spent my college money on Sierra's clothes and suggested I take a gap year.
Fine. I'll figure out who I am.
Two and a half years later,...