The CEO’s Triplets Mommy's revenge system

The sky over North-Hampton didn’t just rain; it mourned. Massive, jagged bolts of lightning tore through the charcoal clouds, illuminating the iron gates of the Thorne Mansion like the bars of a cage. Avery Woods was on her knees in the gravel, her silk dress once a delicate blush pink now stained with the filth of the driveway. The freezing mud seeped into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the ice in her veins as she looked up at the man standing under the wide umbrella held by a silent butler. Nathan Thorne. Her husband of two years. The man whose name she had whispered in the dark like a prayer. "Nathan, please..." her voice cracked, lost in a clap of thunder. "I didn't do it. I loved Rose. She was my sister, too. Why would I " "Shut up." The words were soft, but they cut deeper than a blade. Nathan stepped forward, the polished leather of his shoes stopping inches from her trembling hands. He didn't lean down. He didn't offer a hand. He simply looked at her with eyes that used to burn with passion, but now held only a murderous, soul-crushing void. "The brakes were tampered with, Avery. The security footage shows someone in a beige coat in the garage at 3:00 AM. You have that coat. You had the motive. You hated that I was spending more time with her than you." "That's a lie! Sarah gave me that coat! She asked me to " "Do not bring Sarah’s name into your filth," Nathan hissed, his jaw tight. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of documents. He threw them. The white pages scattered in the wind, plastered instantly against the mud by the rain. DIVORCE DECREE. "Sign them. And then vanish," Nathan said, his voice devoid of any humanity. "If I see your face in this city again, Avery, I won't call the police. I’ll handle you myself. You’ll find out that death is a mercy compared to what I’ll do to you." Avery’s hand went instinctively to her stomach. Under the layers of wet fabric, her womb carried a secret a tiny, flickering life. No, three lives. She had found out only that morning. She had come home early, beaming, ready to tell him they were finally going to be a family. Instead, she had walked into a trap. "Nathan... I'm pregnant," she whispered, her last desperate card. Nathan paused. For a split second, the shadow of a man she once knew flickered in his eyes. But then, a cold sneer curled his lips. "Pregnant? With whose? You’ve been desperate to keep this marriage together since the day you crawled into my bed. If there is a child in there, Avery, I hope it dies with its mother. A murderer doesn't deserve a legacy." He turned his back on her. "Nathan! NATHAN!" She lunged for his coat, but the butler stepped in, a wall of black cloth and cold duty. The heavy iron gates began to groan shut. Avery scrambled forward, her fingernails tearing against the gravel, but the gates slammed shut with a finality that echoed like a casket closing. She was alone. No money, no phone, and accused of killing the only person in the Thorne family who had ever been kind to her. Avery collapsed. The world began to spin. The cold was winning. Her heart rate slowed, each thud in her chest feeling like a heavy drum. I'm sorry, she thought, her mind drifting to the unborn lives inside her. I couldn't protect you. Then, it happened. It wasn't a sound from the street. It was a sound from inside her skull. [Ding!] [Host Vital Signs: Critical. Heartbeat: 32 BPM.] [Detection of Extreme Grief and Hatred detected. Requirements met.] Avery’s eyes snapped open, but she didn't see the rain. She saw a translucent, neon-blue interface floating in the darkness of the storm. [Revenge System Initializing...] [Life is a game where the losers die in the mud. Do you wish to become the Player?] Avery coughed, a mixture of rainwater and blood staining her lips. "Who... what are you?" [I am your justice. I am your rage. Trade your 'Mercy' to the System, and I will give you the world. Will you sign the Contract?] Avery looked at the closed gates of the Thorne Mansion. She thought of Nathan’s words: I hope it dies with its mother. Her sorrow evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, searing flame of pure, unadulterated hate. "I sign," she rasped. "Give me everything. I want to burn his world to ash." [Contract Signed.] [Initiating 'Queen’s Rebirth' Protocol.] [Removing Host from Scene... Destination: Zurich, Switzerland.] [Time Jump Loading: 5 Years...] A surge of electricity bolted through her body. The mud, the rain, and the towering gates of the Thorne Mansion vanished into a blinding white light. Five Years Later. North-Hampton International Airport. A woman stepped off a private Gulfstream jet. She wore a tailored charcoal suit that accentuated her lethal curves, her eyes hidden behind oversized Chanel sunglasses. Her hair, once long and mousy, was now a sharp, platinum-blonde bob. Behind her, three identical pairs of small, expensive sneakers hit the tarmac. "Mommy," a small, cool voice said. A boy who looked like a carbon copy of Nathan Thorne down to the arrogant tilt of his chin looked up from a tablet. "I’ve already bypassed the Thorne Group’s firewall. Should I crash their servers now, or wait for the gala?" Avery Woods, now known to the world as Dr. X, smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. "Wait, Leo," Avery said, her voice like velvet over gravel. "We don't want to kill the prey too quickly. We want him to watch while we take everything he loves." [System Notification: Main Quest Updated.] [Objective: Face-Slap the CEO at the Medical Gala.] [Reward: 'Sovereign Presence' Skill.] Avery looked toward the skyline of the city that had once broken her. "Nathan," she whispered. "I'm home."