Rival Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

It was all supposed to be a revenge, but she came into the picture and the plan changed. Declan Voss. A man who never forgives a wrong...you wrong him once. You pay back in folds. One of those who wronged him eight years ago is going bankrupt. A rival. A man who took what's his. Declan Voss had waited so long to carry out his revenge until the perfect opportunity came. His Rival's daughter came applying to his company. Zara Langford. Making his whole plan more interesting. Everything was going as planned until a mistake. A mistake that made his bait walk away. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. Revenge was supposed to feel good. It feels like nothing without her. Obsessive. Impossible to stop reading.

“You’re mission is to ruin them! Destroy them! Ruin the Devontaes!” “I promise Master, I’ll make you proud.” **** She was sent to Xylem’s Kingdom to ruin the Crowned Prince just to get to know her identity and her family He was an unsuspecting Prince who just needed a wife to get to the throne. When Chelsea Strattens meets the charming Prince, can she keep up the facade or will she blow it up? Who’d end up being heartbroken? Chelsea or Aiden? And what happens when she unearths a mystery, a secret about her past connected to the Devontae’s dynasty that can ruin Aiden Devontae? Find out in this exciting piece: Falling Slowly … For Her Rival’s Son. … Find me on Facebook with: Author Chella

In the fourth year of our marriage, and a few days for our bond to be deemed permanent by the Mafia council, I found out my babies' deaths were never just a miscarriage. My husband, the same man who swore to protect me, had murdered my babies to please my cousin. They didn't know I had found out, and so nothing could prepare them for the revenge I planned. Hurt me once, shame on me. Hurt me twice… I'd make you wish you were never born.

In the two weeks leading up to our fifth wedding anniversary banquet, my wife's secretary, Ronald Piper, sent me photos of the two of them in bed every single day. I pretend not to know. On the day of the banquet, my wife, Jessica Tuttle, books out an entire hotel and gives a heartfelt speech, saying that I am the person she is most grateful for in this lifetime. Everyone applauds through tears. Over the years, Jessica, the aloof and capable CEO, has flown a thousand miles overnight just to come home and cook me broth when my stomach hurts. And when she is sentenced to imprisonment, I willingly serve two years behind bars in her place without hesitation. To outsiders, we are a perfect couple who are deeply in love with each other. While cutting the cake, I notice the pendant on Ronald's wrist. I had to call in every favor I had to get that pendant for Jessica. Back then, she says to me, "As long as the pendant stays on, our love remains. If it's ever removed, our relationship is over." I look at Jessica, who sighs with a helpless and indulgent expression. "Felix, Ron has been having nightmares lately. He's been down with a fever, too. I lent it to him for a few days to ward off bad luck. Don't argue with a kid over something so small, okay?" She then pats Ronald's shoulder reassuringly and urges, "You should thank Felix. He's always been understanding. It's just a trinket. He wouldn't be reluctant to part with it." Ronald looks at me timidly and says, "Thank you for letting me have it. With it protecting me, I can finally sleep peacefully every night while holding it in my arms. When I get better, I'll give it back to you." My best childhood friend is furious upon hearing this. "How can you turn a blind eye to all this?" he hisses. Of course I can.

Stefan raises a skeptical brow."And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering."Shitty fathers. A pointed pause hangs in the air."The only difference between us is that you are an illegitimate child, and I am not". Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they will not see coming". She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine."Our fathers stole our birthrights. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance."No divorces. If we are doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. She would not give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit ................. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire , until he named his bastard son heir instead. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs?

He told me I was nothing, stripped me of my worth, broke my body and soul, and threw me out like trash. His rival taught me I was everything and crowned me his Queen. ~~~~~ For nine years, I stood by Vincent's side, as his efficient and loyal assistant, helping him build the empire he inherited from his father while secretly and hopelessly head-over-heels in love with him. But after his first love, Chloe, a money-hungry, manipulative, lying bitch left him without a word and a night I wished never happened, a pregnancy, a forced marriage he loathed me for, and three years of living hell followed. Three years of turning me into his personal punching bag, breaking my body and my soul with each touch. His every word, a reminder that I was nothing but a worthless, disposable stand-in for the woman he truly desired. And when Chloe finally returned, tearfully claiming she'd been forced to raise their three-year-old son alone, Vincent saw his 'true family 'and threw me out like I was less than the dirt beneath his designer shoe. That night, broke, jobless and homeless, I was found bruised and helpless in the middle of the road by Alistair Kincaid, a man with a dark past and a massive personal score to settle with the Ashford family. He didn't just save me. He offered me a home at his side, claiming me beautifully and passionately. He took the shattered pieces of my soul and rebuilt it with his love. He taught me how to rise from the ashes, gave me my voice back, and showed me how to make kings kneel. Now I wear his crown. And my ex? He’ll wish he never threw me away.

She was sold to save an empire—until she fell for the man meant to destroy it. Aurora Borealis never had a choice and she was never meant to choose love. As the second daughter of a failing billionaire, she is promised to Christian Brian Wood—a charming business ally whose polished cruelty hides control, intimidation, and silent abuse. To the world, she’s a perfect fiancée. In private, she survives. At a high-profile rooftop party, Aurora meets Damon Grey—a stranger who feels like rebellion itself. Magnetic, dangerous, impossible to forget… and the son of the man who nearly ruined her family. Their attraction is instant, reckless, forbidden. When Aurora escapes her engagement, fate delivers a cruel twist: Damon is the very man her father plans to marry her off to next. But Damon refuses to claim her as property. He offers a contract marriage—one that promises protection, choice… and ignites a war between two billionaire empires. As desire turns into something neither planned, hidden pasts, jealous rivals, and deadly power games close in. Aurora must decide: risk everything for love—or lose it all...

Monique** I was raised to hate everything Radek stands for. He's the Moonvale Alpha's son, our sworn enemy. Arrogant, smug, always too calm. But somehow, he's always there around me. I was forced to believe it was just fate playing a trick on me, except there was one thing I didn't see coming. Radek** Winning Monique over was never supposed to be easy. Her fire, her hatred, the walls we were forced to build against each other. Everyone knew the daughter of the Ravenmont alpha was a no go area but I couldn't afford to stay away from the one my wolf calls. I knew what I was up against and I had a plan. I just wasn't sure what would come next. **** Two different lives made to live against each other, until the tides change. Less games and more plans, one show to turn it all around.

My husband, Kieran, is the heir to the Thompson family. In the three years of our arranged marriage, he has never once touched me. I told myself he was just cold and guarded, that I could find a way into his heart, little by little. Then one day he came home drunk, pinned me to the bed for the first time, and called out his first love's name. "Camilla, all these years... I've thought of you every second of every day..." That was when I knew. All the passion and love he possessed was already spent on another woman. I pushed him away, burned every photo of us, and went to a high-end club in New York full of handsome male models. Nine months later, I walked into the airport with my newborn baby in my arms. Later, Kieran searched the world for me, his eyes bloodshot. He asked in a trembling voice why I never told him I was pregnant, why I wouldn't let him see our baby. I glanced at him and gave a light, breezy smile. "Who said the baby was yours?"

Ethan and I met at a soup kitchen in the slums. We were fighting over half a moldy bread roll. I only learned his story from other people later. His father was the head of Lorencio's largest crime family, killed in a bloody power struggle from within. His mother took a payout and vanished. My father was an accountant for another family. He was framed for cooking the books and shot dead. Same story, same wound. That was what brought us together. We clawed our way up from a crumbling slum to the marble halls of the Lorencio crime families, until finally Ethan took his seat as Don of the Valeria Family. Nine years of marriage. No church. No proposal. Not even a proper cake. Then one day, out of nowhere, Ethan said he wanted to get me a diamond ring. "We had no church and no priest when we got married. I've been meaning to do this properly for a long time. And there'll be more to come." I stared at the custom diamond in the display case, enormous and flawless, and felt something close to happiness. The sales associate smiled and complimented his taste, mentioning that another couple had just ordered a ring too. They'd walked out minutes ago, planning a proposal for tomorrow. "Nine years together and still this in love. That's everything." I reached for his hand. He stepped away, said he needed to take a call. I hadn't heard his phone ring. I followed. Down the hallway, I watched him press a woman against the wall, his mouth on hers. His voice was sharp with jealousy. "You actually agreed to let him propose to you?" "Break it off. I'll buy you the ring." I stood frozen. My chest caved in. Then a pair of hands pulled me into a fitting room alcove. A man's breath was close, warm in the dark. A low voice, almost amused: "Your husband's sleeping with my fiancée. Why don't we give it a try too?"