Part I I woke to the shrill beep of a heart monitor and the sting of antiseptic biting the air. My arm was…

Part 1 Welcome to Revenge with Lyra. At my birthday dinner, my mom leaned toward my dad and whispered, just low enough to…

Part 1 It was a little past four in the afternoon when I stepped out of the notary’s office. The manila envelope pressed…

Part 1 Mom said, “Stay away from Christmas — you’re not welcome.” That text hit while I was parked right outside their house,…

Part I On my 27th birthday, the room smelled like money—crystal glasses, heavy perfume, and laughter that didn’t belong to me. My grandfather…

PART 1 At 11:51 p.m., my phone lit up the way truth does—sharp, merciless. A message from my mother: “We’ve agreed. You’re no…

Part 1 While I was setting the table on Thanksgiving in the United States, my dad recorded a video of me and posted…

Part 1 After my son’s fraud destroyed my company and reputation, I ended up waitressing. One day, a wealthy businessman joked, “Financial advice,…

Part 1 My name is Arya Voss. I’m eighteen, and the day I graduated I learned that freedom can look exactly like a…

Part 1 The family meeting was scheduled for 2:00 p.m. on Sunday at what Dad called “the estate,” a sprawling Colonial-style mansion in…