Revenge Short Dramas

"Victor, stop. I came here for therapy—not to ruin my marriage." Arthur had assured me his college buddy Victor—a single personal rehab therapist built like a gladiator—would cure my chronic back pain. But then Victor straddled me on the therapy table, his thick, hard cock scorching through thin fabric as it ground against my soaked pussy. All the while, Arthur's voice echoed from the speakerphone: "Do whatever it takes to fix her. I trust you."

One of my employees went online and dragged me, claiming I'm making them sacrifice their health for a paycheck and forcing everyone to work over Thanksgiving. Here's what actually happened. My company gives nine days off for Thanksgiving. Volunteer to work overtime, get triple pay, with a $500 daily meal stipend and a $5,000 bonus. No one gets penalized for not working. The whole internet's tearing into me for making employees sell their lives for cash. So I give her exactly what she wants and send out a company-wide notice: To protect employee mental health, the building gets locked and the power gets cut over Thanksgiving. No one is allowed to work for any reason. Anyone who does gets fired. The minute that email goes out, the employees who were counting on overtime to pay their mortgages lose it. Now they're all crowded outside the building, begging me to open the doors.

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail. Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly. I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap. But the next second, my blood ran cold. The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend. Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter: "Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!" "You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?" I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows: "Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!" He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly: "Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?" "Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!" I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

My name is Charles Cole, a blind lactation therapist. Of course, apart from pretending to be blind, all my skills are genuine. Ophelia sat on the bed and slowly took off her top right in front of me, her beautiful figure revealing its spring allure under the golden warm sunlight. “Mr. Cole, let's begin!” I nodded, reaching forward with both hands, yet I didn't dare show the slightest unusual expression on my face. The reason was simple: Ophelia's husband, Russell, was standing coldly right behind me at that moment.

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves. Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public. Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her. Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house." The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up. He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me." "Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now." Even my son took her side. "Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!" But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job. When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue." I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly. "I'm dying."

I'm Jennifer, a stay-at-home mom. I gave up my art career eight years ago to take care of my family. My husband Julian and my son Garry, they're my whole world. But lately, I've noticed them getting closer to Mia, Julian's secretary. Little things. Garry asking where "Miss Mia" is. Julian mentioning her at dinner. I told myself it was nothing. I kept quiet. I put up with it. Until last week, when Garry broke his arm playing hockey. The school called Mia, not me. She was listed as his emergency contact. That's when I knew I was done.

I divorced the same man nine times. The first eight times, I was the one sobbing, begging him not to go. The ninth time, I was the one who slid the papers across the table. He signed them, then told me we'd remarry once she left. I said okay. What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked. This time, I was leaving for good.

I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade." It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit. In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf. I incinerated all our memories, rendering them vapor in this world. When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...I am the jubilant champion's girlfriend, the blissful woman who will reveal to him tonight, "We are to become parents." Yet, I overheard the brutal truth: "The very thought of her mother once climbing into my father's bed fills me with revulsion for every second of this five-year charade." It turns out that five years of affection was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated deceit. In that moment of heartbreak and excruciating pain, our child slipped away as if making the final decision on my behalf. When that once indomitable champion finally realized his misplaced animosity, and in a desperate bid to find me, fractured his spine amidst the ruins while signing a pact with fate...

Everyone knows Adrian loves me more than life itself. When that car crashed, he threw himself over me and took the hit. First thing he said when he woke up in the hospital: "Where is she? Is she okay?" Everyone says I married the best man in the city. What they don't know is this man has married me ten times. And divorced me ten times. All for the woman he's never gotten over. The first time, I got on my knees and begged him not to leave. He just looked at me with those cold eyes and said, "Don't embarrass yourself." The fourth time, we were fighting in the car. Then we crashed, and I lost our baby. By the seventh time, I stopped crying. Just signed the papers, packed my things, waited for him to come back like he always did. My tears, my compromises, all those times I bent until I nearly broke. What did I get? Him coming back like clockwork, just to do it all over again. This time, when he slides that tenth divorce agreement across the desk, I finally get it. Some people's hearts never had room for you in the first place. So this time, I'm throwing him out. Him and this whole Mrs. Hayes charade. Straight into the trash where they belong.

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies. Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor. Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby. The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel. The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold. In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.

Renee Lane was betrayed by her husband, who got involved with her best friend and even plotted to kill her to seize the Lane Group. She later returns under the new name Remy Lang to take revenge.

Cindy Wren killed someone by accident fifteen years ago while saving Yann Pike. After getting out of prison, she discovers that her younger sister, Snow Wren, who had been working at Harlan Shaw's house, has suddenly vanished. To find out what happened, Cindy infiltrates the Shaw household as a maid and uncovers the murders committed by Harlan and his wife Vivian. While avenging her sister, she crosses paths with Yann again. She initially plans to use him to bring down Harlan, but as they work together, they fall for each other and ultimately join forces to bring the guilty to justice, rekindling their relationship after everything is finally over.

"Felix Lynch, gravely ill, unexpectedly discovers that his wife, Victoria, is not only having an affair, but is also plotting with her lover to seize his entire inheritance and even sell their daughter. With only one month left to live, Felix has no choice but to use the little time he has left to set a trap—one that will make both of them, especially Victoria, who holds inheritance rights and legal custody of their daughter, disappear for good. Weakened by his illness, Felix turns to Snow, a woman who shares a common enemy with him, and brings her in as his partner to help carry out this deadly plan."

Megan was the broken girl in the front row, hiding bruises under her white shirt. Logan was the cold, distant professor who saw through her lies. When Logan saves Megan from a brutal assault in the locker room, their professional boundaries shatter. He offers her a gilded cage in his luxury estate, promising protection from her abusive stepfather, Benjamin. But as their secret lessons turn into a dark, forbidden obsession, Megan realizes that Logan’s love might be just as dangerous as the monsters she’s running from. In a world of scandals, hidden cameras, and betrayal, how far will a professor go to own the soul of his student?

"Valerie Summer, a top fashion designer, discovers that her fiancé, Miles Luke, is cheating on her with her best friend, Callie Lane. Worse, Callie steals her designs and enters them in a competition under her own name. Determined to get revenge, Valerie enters into a contract marriage with Evan Guthrie, the CEO of the Guthrie Group. After their whirlwind marriage, the two work seamlessly together, driving Miles's Skyline Group into a steep decline. In the end, Evan acquires it for a fraction of its value. Along the way, Valerie and Evan's relationship quietly shifts from a marriage of convenience into a real and lasting love."

67 years ago, genius scientist Serphina was critically injured while saving her son, Fred, and was forced into cryogenic treatment. When she unexpectedly awakens 67 years later, she discovers that the SL tech empire she built has been seized by her unworthy descendants—and the beloved son she once protected has become a frail old man, imprisoned in an iron cage and brutally abused by his own son and grandson. Everyone mistakes her for a lowly caregiver in a uniform. They mock her as powerless, humiliate her, and even attempt to sell off the core patents that represent her life’s work. But none of them know that the young woman standing before them is the legendary “Queen of Science” herself—Seraphina. When she takes back full control, and the president of the Global Academy of Sciences kneels before her, calling her “Teacher,” every villain finally begins to tremble. Her toxic grandson, vicious daughter-in-law, and every traitor who betrayed her—none will escape. After 67 years of frozen silence, Seraphina has returned for one reason: to protect her son, reclaim her empire, and personally bring every betrayer to justice.

"June Young, a powerful businesswoman and the third wife of the chairman of Global Finance, lost her young daughter during an internal power struggle within the company after the girl was abandoned by her father. After her husband's death, June took over as the CEO of Global Finance and became the target of an assassination attempt. During the attack, she was rescued by a mercenary named Sirocco, who was hiding from his own enemies. She later kept him by her side as her personal bodyguard."

To pay for her dying brother's medical bills, Joanna willingly became a caged bird for billionaire Charles Thorne. For three years, she endured public humiliation, his mistress’s taunts, and even swallowed the "vitamins" he handed her—pills designed to steal her right to motherhood. Then she uncovered the ultimate betrayal: Charles hid a compatible heart donor report to seal a business deal, letting her brother die while he watched fireworks with his mistress in London. Joanna’s soul died that night. Shedding every symbol of her gilded cage, she left behind divorce papers, one word—Murderer—and vanished. Three years later, at the Golden Hall in Vienna, Joanna takes her bow as a celebrated cellist. Meanwhile, the man who once owned her kneels in the freezing snow, begging for a single glance from a woman who has already declared him dead.

She once saved his life, married him with all her heart, and carried his child. But for his beloved mistress, he locked his pregnant wife in a rusted iron cage and drowned her in the icy lake. She died with their unborn baby, then returned as a ghost to watch him fall apart. He thought it was just a punishment, until he dragged her blood-soaked corpse from the lake—only to discover the cruel truth behind everything. Who really set her up?

Evelyn Lynn is a prodigy painter. Driven by jealousy of Evelyn's talent, the wealthy heiress Shannon Sue accidentally killed Evelyn's identical twin sister, Yvonne Lynn. To avenge her sister, Evelyn assumed the alias Evie, underwent surgery to look exactly like her enemy Shannon, and planned to infiltrate the Sue family for revenge. By a twist of fate, she discovered the secret of Sean Frost, CEO of the Frost Group: He's allergic to women...