Revenge Short Dramas

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.

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game. Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out. He went first. "I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was." He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on. My turn. "I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?" He laughed. He thought I was joking. He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real. Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream. While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried." We all wrote her off as a jealous freak. That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.

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...

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.

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?

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.

While I bled to death locked in a storage room, my fiancé Adrian was holding my sister's hand, comforting her. He hung up on my final call for help, leaving only a voicemail: "If anything happens to Lena, the engagement is off." My sister once said her birthday wish had always been for me to disappear. That night, her wish came true early. But my soul never left. I watched everyone gather around her, singing happy birthday. As she blew out the candles, I whispered in her ear: "Enjoy it while it lasts. This will be your last birthday."

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...

I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry. I never made it to dinner. His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up. An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence." Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this. "With what? You?" My name is Sera Vitti. That's all I'll say.

Ambushed by a rival syndicate. My mafia husband had to choose — save me, or save his childhood sweetheart. I was five months pregnant with his heir. She was the love of his life. He chose me. She died. He said it was fine. Took time off work. Bought out every baby store in the city. Made me warm milk every night. I thought I'd finally won his heart. Until the day our son was born. He carried our baby to her grave. My son never came back. "You thought you won? The day she died, you were already dead to me. I just needed the heir first." Then he had me beaten to death beside her tombstone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that ambush. This time, I let go of his sleeve. Go save your sweetheart. I'm done begging.

No one knew I was an addict. Not to alcohol, not to drugs, but to the rawest, dirtiest kind of union. To keep up the facade of this respectable job, to stop myself from turning into some desperate, heat-crazed stray begging for a man’s touch on the street, I had to swallow those little blue pills every day. Until that damn blizzard trapped me with thirty hockey players reeking of sweat and testosterone, and my pills—gone.

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.

"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."

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.