Bully Short Dramas

On the night of the werewolf prophecy, two sisters give birth to daughters on the same day. The younger sister swaps the babies to steal the queen's throne for her own daughter. The older sister secretly swaps them back and spends 18 years patiently biding her time, plotting her revenge.

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."

It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones. In my past life, I was locked in the abandoned freezer beneath St. Jude Preparatory Academy. Outside the door stood my biological brother Spencer, along with Landon—my boyfriend of three years. And between them, wearing Landon's oversized football jacket, was my stepsister Lacey. "Blythe, just admit you bullied me. Post an apology video to the whole school, and Spencer will let you out." Lacey's voice trembled, fake tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. Spencer's voice cut through the metal door like ice: "Blythe, you brought this on yourself. You've been terrorizing Lacey at school, pushed her to the edge. Maybe some time in there will teach you what decency looks like." Landon's voice dripped with disappointment: "Jesus, Blythe. I thought I knew you. This isn't who you are." I pounded on the iron door until my fists were raw, screaming until my voice gave out. I told them the truth—that I never touched Lacey. That she was the one forcing girls to their knees in the bathroom. That she stole my exam. That every shred of "evidence" was manufactured. No one believed me. I froze to death in that sub-zero hellhole. As the cold claimed me, staring at my blue-purple fingers, all I felt was pure, burning hate. Then I opened my eyes again—back to the day it all began.

My serpent mate has locked me in the castle, nine months pregnant. A dozen serpent guards watch me day and night. I can't even leave the room. A month ago, his brother died in a hunting accident. He became the serpent clan leader. Then he brought back his brother's widow, the woman he grew up with. His first love. He said he needed to take care of his brother's widow. He told me we'd all live together in the castle, nice and peaceful. I said no. I'm his mate. I'm a beastman. My pride won't let me accept that. And they grew up together, childhood sweethearts. How could I not think about it? She came to him in tears, heavily pregnant. She said I poisoned her medicine, that I wanted to kill her and the baby. He believed her. He decided I was just some rogue beastman with no background, jealous and vicious, only after his title and money. So he locked me in this freezing castle while he camped outside her delivery room. When labor hit, I screamed for a healer. I swore I never hurt her. I just couldn't live with her under the same roof. I only ever loved him. He just laughed. "You're good at acting. I don't believe a word out of you. Once she delivers safely, I'll deal with you. Don't think you can trick me into coming back." But when a trembling guard reported "Your mate and the child... they didn't make it," he lost it completely.

At the scene of the car accident, my parents frantically scooped up my sister—who only had a scraped knee—then kicked me aside as I lay there dying. "Don't be a burden to your sister. Just wait by the roadside and croak!" They drove off without a second thought. In that moment, my heart turned to stone. What they didn't know was that I didn't die. Instead, I got adopted by a top-tier professor and became a math prodigy worth tens of millions. Two years later, when my birth parents went bankrupt and got on their knees begging me for a handout, I smiled coldly and played the recording of their attempted murder...

Melanie Walton, the secret wife of billionaire Lucas Walton, goes undercover as an intern to save his company. But when the butler’s daughter steals her identity and seduces her husband, Melanie is treated like trash in her own empire. Subjected to brutal bullying and stripped of her dignity, she must watch as an imposter lives her life. Now, the real Queen must stop hiding and destroy everyone who tried to steal her throne.