Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns
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Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family.
But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more.
The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him.
Her mother looked at her with pure disdain.
"You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you."
To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle.
They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter.
They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation.
They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty.
But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player.
She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye.
"Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."
Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns Chapter 1
"Sign it, Eleanora."
Edward Beaumont's voice cut through the heavy silence of the study. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers steepled in front of him, waiting.
Nora looked at the document sitting on the polished wood between them. An engagement termination agreement. The ink on the header was still dark and sharp.
"I don't think we need to drag this out," Edward continued, his tone strictly business. "Your background... your upbringing in Montana... it simply doesn't align with the Sterling family's expectations. It's a liability to this family's reputation."
Nora sat in the chair opposite him. It was a genuine Louis XV antique, beautiful and delicate, forcing her to sit straight up. She felt like a piece of mismatched furniture in this room-expensive, but out of place.
Catherine Beaumont stood by the fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at Nora with barely concealed disdain. "Your father is right. You should know your place, Eleanora. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you."
Olivia Beaumont sat on the edge of the sofa, her hands folded in her lap. She wore a soft, pitying expression. "Nora, please understand. Connor and I... we truly love each other. We just want everyone to be happy. This is for the best."
Nora's gaze moved slowly from Olivia's face to Catherine's, and finally back to Edward. She felt nothing. No sting of betrayal. No heat of anger. Just the cool, calculating clarity of a chess player looking at the board.
She noticed the slight twitch at the corner of Olivia's mouth. The quick, triumphant flash in her eyes before she lowered them. She saw the fierce, protective warmth in Catherine's gaze when she looked at Olivia-a warmth that never existed when Catherine looked at her own biological daughter.
Edward slid the document closer to Nora. A pen appeared from nowhere, resting beside it.
"Sign it," he repeated.
Nora didn't reach for the pen. Instead, she leaned back in the rigid chair, her eyes locking onto Edward's.
"Father," she said, her voice calm and steady. "According to the Beaumont family trust, what rights does the legal heir possess regarding the estate?"
Edward blinked, thrown off by the question. He had expected tears, or an argument, or maybe even some begging. Not a legal inquiry.
He answered automatically, his businessman's brain retrieving the data. "Ownership, of course. And priority use of the main house."
"Don't entertain this nonsense," Catherine snapped, stepping forward. "We are discussing your future, not property rules. Sign the paper."
Nora ignored her. She picked up the pen. It was heavy, solid gold, engraved with the Beaumont crest.
She didn't hesitate. She didn't read the fine print. She pulled the paper closer, signed her name with a swift, fluid motion, and pushed it back across the desk.
Olivia and Catherine exchanged a quick glance. Victory. The country girl had folded.
Edward let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Good. That's settled, then. You made the right choice."
"Transaction complete," Nora said softly.
She capped the pen and set it down precisely on the desk. Then she looked up, her eyes finding Olivia's.
"Now," Nora said, her voice shifting, gaining a hard edge that hadn't been there a moment ago. "Let's talk about my rights."
Olivia's smile faltered.
Nora stood up. She didn't look small or out of place anymore. She looked like she owned the room.
"Since I am the heir," Nora continued, her tone leaving no room for argument, "I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."
The color drained from Olivia's face instantly. The master bedroom was the symbolic heart of the house. It was the room Olivia had occupied for years, a constant reminder to everyone that she was the princess of this castle.
Catherine's shriek filled the study. "Are you out of your mind? That is Olivia's room!"
Nora turned her head slowly toward Edward. "Father, you just confirmed my rights. Or is the Beaumont family code merely a suggestion? A set of rules that only apply when convenient?"
The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. Edward's jaw tightened. He was a man who built his empire on the sanctity of contracts and rules. Nora had just backed him into a corner, forcing him to choose between his beloved rules and his favored daughter.
Olivia began to cry, soft, hiccupping sobs that tugged at Catherine's heartstrings. "Mom, please... I don't want to move..."
Catherine wrapped her arms around Olivia, glaring at Nora with pure hatred. "You heartless bitch! You come in here and bully your sister the first chance you get!"
Nora didn't even glance at them. She kept her eyes fixed on Edward. She watched his knuckles whiten as he gripped the edge of the desk. She watched the war rage behind his eyes.
She knew she had won this hand. For a man like Edward, the structural integrity of his world-his rules-mattered more than tears.
She waited, patient and still, for the verdict.
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Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8Chapter 9 Ch. 9
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
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.
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
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