Nemesis Chan Novels & Stories

Dressed in a sexy blue lacy lingerie that does no justice in hiding her beautiful, well-defined body, Nima walked in style towards the camera set up for her shooting. She sat on the white sofa in her half-lit apartment, with her legs crossed in a dramatic fashion. Nima gave her signature smile before opening her mouth to start. "Hi beautiful people, it's your girl, Nima. Welcome to my YouTube channel, and like I would always say, thank you for streaming with me, and I hope it impacts your sex life.

What he was beginning to suspect was that Lena Hale—no, Lena Vale now, at least in name—was far more complex than a contract could account for. And that whatever had happened before he opened that door, whatever he had seen and believed he understood, was only the surface of something far more dangerous. The ceremony began. And Adrian listened with perfect attention, his expression serene, his frustration coiled tight beneath the calm, as the woman beside him stood shaking, smiling, and breaking herself into pieces for the sake of everyone watching.

The Alpha’s gaze fell on me again, sharper and colder this time, as though he could see straight through me. “Who is she?” Killian’s voice was low, dangerous, cutting through the hall. Before I could speak, Adrielle stepped forward, her laugh high and sweet. “Oh, her? That’s just Emilia. She’s no contestant, only my help.” But another voice interrupted. One of the council elders. His gaze flicked to me, disapproving. “That is Emilia Monroe. The unturned.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. My cheeks burned, humiliation immediately wrapping around me like chains.

I was upright with my back against the headboard and the phone at my ear and every part of me that had ever learned to be alert in a crisis was alert now. "You have the wrong number," I said. "Dr. Aria Vale," the voice said. "Formerly Aria Chen. Wife, briefly, of Marcus Veil. Mother of Zane Vale, age seven, currently under the care of Dr. Mensah at St. Clement's for a condition that I understand requires a biological match for treatment." A pause, perfectly timed, the pause of someone who has rehearsed this and knows exactly where to put the silences for maximum effect. "I don't believe I have the wrong number."

A life far away from scandals, power games and men like Marcus. My company in Valmont continued thriving. I kept taking contracts Marcus expected to win and every loss got under his skin. But stealing contracts from him wasn’t enough. It irritated him. It bruised his ego. I didn’t come back to irritate Marcus. I came back to become his nemesis. I was able to keep myself hidden using the name Veronica Thompson. The realization settled like something heavy in my chest. I had been moving carefully, trying to avoid noise, mistakes and doing everything possible to stay hidden.