Inheriting My Billion-Dollar Family Empire After My Boyfriend's Affair
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I was ready to reveal my true identity, imagining Charles's proposal, but then I overheard the conversation.
"Are you and Tracy Davis getting married?"
"What about Victoria?"
"She's nothing special, just a mistress."
Fury coursed through me as I walked away. Tracy Davis, the girl who tormented me in high school, was now a part of Charles's plans.
I ended things with Charles, then orchestrated the merger of all the companies that had humiliated me-at their wedding ceremony.
Inheriting My Billion-Dollar Family Empire After My Boyfriend's Affair Chapter 1
"Miss. Winston?"
Years ago, when I was searching for the perfect car to mark a milestone in my life, the salesman at this high-end dealership had given me a hand. I never imagined he'd remember me after all these years.
"Which Miss. Winston?" someone asked.
"The only daughter of the Winston fortune!" the salesman replied.
"Her? No way. She looks like someone who couldn't afford the down payment, not a single luxury brand on her. Who does she think she is, pretending to be rich? If she's really the heir to the Winston empire, then I'm a billionaire!"
"Do you honestly believe she can afford to shop here?"
"Everyone knows Ms. Anderson's been busy with charity work, not making money. Who does this woman think she's fooling?"
Laughter rippled through the store. The manager, embarrassed, stammered out an apology and quickly walked away.
I turned, ready to speak, but saw Charles standing by the sidewalk, his eyes locking with mine for a split second before he quickly looked away, as if I were a stranger.
I stopped, my tone icy."Vicky, hold on! Did you not hear me?"
I kept walking, my heels clicking against the pavement.Then, without warning, my ankle buckled, and I crashed to the ground.Before I could recover, tires screeched, and a figure emerged from the blur.
Charles.
His face twisted in panic, but his eyes-empty, distant-betrayed no urgency.
"Oh, now you want to talk? Why didn't you stop for me earlier? Too embarrassed to be seen with a girl like me?"
He gently brushed my cheek with his hand.
"Vicky, you're the most extraordinary woman I've ever known. No one else even comes close."
"Is that so? Then prove it-marry me."
I locked eyes with him.
He lit a cigarette.
" Do you really think only someone like Tracy Davis is worthy of you? Is that how little I mean to you now?"
His eyes darted away.
"You know it's true, Vicky," he whispered, . "I swear to you-no matter who I marry, no matter how far I go, it will always be you in my heart. Always... It's always been you."
Three years. He showered me with everything-gifts, money, and attention-but always dodged the one thing I craved: marriage.
I thought it was his family, that they would never accept me because I wasn't wealthy enough to be their daughter-in-law.
So, I prepared for the moment when he would finally propose, ready to reveal my true identity.
And now?
He was planning to marry Tracy Davis, treating me like nothing more than a mistress, an afterthought in his life.
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Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
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When Lila Sinclair's mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses overnight. With nowhere else to go, she is taken in by Sebastian Blackwood, her mother's former lover. A powerful, reserved man who agrees to shelter her under strict conditions.
Lila is placed in his household... and into a life she never asked for, sharing a roof with two stepbrothers who change everything.
Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away.
But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs.
One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel.
As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
7.9
After a year apart, Iris caught her husband, Caden, in what looked like an affair and made up her mind to file for divorce.
Caden pinned her to the wall, his breath warm, his tone lazy and cold. "Divorce? Fine. But didn't we agree to have a child? Give me one, then we're done-assuming you can keep me interested long enough to want one. Until then, don't count on it."
And so began her desperate, humiliating journey to get pregnant-not out of love, but for freedom.
Later, the man who never begged cracked first, voice wrecked with tears. "Forget the kid. Just don't leave me."
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
8.1
Tonight, my boyfriend of seven years, Benjamin Kane, was supposed to propose. Our future was a perfect picture, planned down to the last detail.
But a single phone call shattered it all. A mysterious voice convinced him I was a gold digger who would ruin him, and that another woman, Jenna Christian, was his true soulmate.
He called off our engagement on the spot.
That was only the beginning of my nightmare. I was stalked by a man obsessed with Jenna, a confrontation that ended with me falling from a rooftop and shattering my arm. Then, I was kidnapped by a shady agency, trapped by a contract Jenna had signed in my name. I was living the horrific fate that was meant for her.
Benjamin, the man who promised me forever, abandoned me to suffer while defending the very woman who orchestrated my torment.
Lying in a hospital bed, I received an acceptance letter for a design scholarship in Paris. It was my only escape. I took it, leaving behind the man who broke me and the life he destroyed.
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