Broken Engagement, Unleashed Heiress's Fury
My fiancé, Chadwick Steele, always treated me like a dirty secret-the nerdy brains behind his glamorous tech empire. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Isa, while constantly reminding me I was an embarrassment he was forced to tolerate.
That all came to a head in a crowded mall. In front of everyone, he publicly broke our engagement, choosing her over me and leaving me to her mercy.
But Isa wasn't satisfied with just winning. She had Chadwick's bodyguards pin me to the floor.
She slapped me, kicked me, and then pulled out a silver letter opener. As she carved a bloody gash across my cheek, she laughed about teaching me a permanent lesson for daring to exist in her world.
I was bleeding and broken, my spirit completely shattered. I thought it was over.
Then, a custom Rolls-Royce pulled up. My mother, Frederica Mooney-the silent titan of Silicon Valley who secretly bankrolls the entire Steele family fortune-stepped out. She took one look at my face, her eyes turning to ice, and gave me the only words I needed to hear: "I give you my full permission."
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Chapter 2
My shopping mood, already bruised by Chadwick' s callousness and Isa' s taunts, completely evaporated. I felt a surge of cold determination. I wasn't leaving this mall without that new Nexus prototype smartwatch. It was the only tangible thing I could control right now.
I walked straight to the high-tech electronics store, my gaze fixed on the display. "I' d like to purchase the Nexus Chrono, platinum edition," I told the sales associate, pointing to the sleek device.
The young man, barely out of his teens, looked at me with a hesitant smile. "Of course, ma' am. That' s an excellent choice. However, we have a waiting list for the platinum edition. It' s quite exclusive."
"I understand," I said, my voice unwavering. "But I need it now."
He shifted uncomfortably. "I' m sorry, but we have a strict priority system. Only our top-tier Nexus Platinum Club members receive immediate access to limited stock. There' s a minimum annual spend of five hundred thousand dollars to qualify."
Just then, a familiar, grating voice cut through the air. "Oh, look who it is. Still trying to keep up, Kelsey?"
Isa Jordan breezed past me, a triumphant smirk plastered on her face. She flashed a sleek, black card at the sales associate, emblazoned with a platinum Nexus logo. "Don' t worry, darling, I' m sure they' ll get to you eventually. After all, some of us actually invest in the brand, not just… design it."
She turned back to me, her eyes gleaming with malice. "This little beauty," she said, tapping her Platinum Club card, "is reserved for those who truly appreciate luxury. You wouldn' t understand. It' s not something you just… stumble into. You have to earn it. Or, you know, have a fiancé who' s actually worth something."
Her words were a direct hit, a deliberate attempt to shame me, to remind me of my supposed financial inferiority. My hands clenched at my sides. The heat from earlier returned, but this time, it was a slow, burning rage. She had crossed a line. My personal style, my relationship, my worth. She had attacked it all.
Without a word, I reached into my bag and pulled out my own card. It wasn' t a sleek platinum. It was a simple, understated titanium card, a custom-issued one from Nexus itself, the kind reserved for founders and principal architects. I handed it to the sales associate. "Process my immediate membership for the Platinum Club," I stated, my voice low and steady. "And then ring up the Chrono. I' ll take two."
The associate' s eyes widened, his gaze darting between my card and Isa' s stunned face. Isa' s triumphant expression crumbled, her jaw dropping open.
"What… what is that?" she stammered, pointing at my card.
I ignored her. "Two, please. And expedite the membership. I' m in a bit of a hurry."
Isa, however, wasn' t finished. "You-you can' t do that! This is my purchase! I was here first!" she screeched at the bewildered sales associate. "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my fiancé is? Chadwick Steele will have your job, your entire family' s livelihood, if you dare to disrespect me!"
The sales associate visibly flinched, his face paling. He stammered, pulling his hands back from the register as if it were a live wire. "Ma' am, please… I just follow company policy…"
"Company policy?" Isa' s voice was deafening. "I am company policy! My face is on every major ad campaign! Chadwick' s family is the biggest investor in Nexus! Do you want to find yourself jobless and blacklisted from this entire industry?"
The sales associate looked like he was about to vomit. He turned to me, his eyes pleading. "Ma' am, I' m so sorry, but… it' s a delicate situation. Steele Dynamics has a lot of… influence. I can' t risk offending them."
A hushed whisper drifted from a nearby customer. "That' s Isa Jordan. Chadwick Steele' s mistress. She' s got him wrapped around her finger, and his family is loaded. You really don' t want to cross her."
Another voice chimed in, lower. "Yeah, they say she' s practically royalty here. Whatever she wants, Chadwick gets for her. You just back down, honey. It' s not worth it. Apologize and leave."
A smug smile returned to Isa' s face, wider and more malicious than before. The whispers fueled her arrogance, inflating her ego to grotesque proportions. She looked at me, her eyes filled with triumph.
"See, Kelsey?" she sneered, leaning in close. "You' re out of your league. Now, I suggest you humble yourself. Get on your knees, apologize for trying to compete, and maybe, just maybe, I' ll let you leave without further… consequences."
My blood ran cold. Kneel. Apologize. The words echoed in my head, each one a fresh insult. The suggestion itself was a physical blow, an attempt to crush my spirit. I felt a tremor run through me, but it wasn't fear. It was the precursor to a storm.
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7.3
I borrowed my wealthy best friend's identity to seduce Colonel Ethan Christensen. He was the powerful uncle of my ex-boyfriend, Kayden, who had brutally dumped me for a rich heiress.
My revenge plan worked too well. Ethan fell deeply in love with my fake persona and proposed. But then he handed me a thick envelope: a top-secret military background check requiring fingerprints and ten years of history.
My fake identity was about to be shattered. I faced federal fraud charges and prison time. More than that, the guilt was eating me alive. Ethan wasn't a pawn; he was a genuinely honorable man who promised to protect me. Terrified and exhausted by the lies, I typed out a full confession, ready to tell him everything and walk away.
But right before I hit send, Kayden's new fiancée called to gloat about their engagement. Through the phone, I heard Kayden's voice, lazily mocking my low status.
"Tell her to stay home. Tell her to find someone on her own level in the gutter."
The rage burned away all my guilt. Why should I be the bigger person while they destroyed my life without a second thought?
I deleted the confession and called my friend to hire a black-market hacker. I needed a flawless, forged background in forty-eight hours. I am going to marry Ethan Christensen, and I am going to smile when Kayden is forced to call me "Aunt."
7.0
On her wedding night, Liora Vale expected passion from her wealthy husband. Instead, she got rejection and humiliation.
When his dangerously seductive best friend, Kael Draven, corners her on the balcony and claims her virgin body with raw, unprotected fury, Liora discovers a pleasure she never knew existed.
Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
9.3
Marissa was the perfect wife. She traded her high powered corporate ladder for home cooked meals and a designer sanctuary, all to support her husband, Ethan.
But when Ethan confesses to a four month affair not out of guilt, but because his mistress is extorting him for $300 million...Marissa's world turns to ash.Ethan's solution is as twisted as his heart.
"Cheat back. Get even. Stay married."Driven by a cocktail of rage and Revenge, Marissa decides to take him up on his offer. She heads into the night looking for a single moment of rebellion to wash away the scent of Ethan's lies.
She finds it in the arms of a cold, devastatingly masked handsome stranger who makes her forget everything.Broken and fueled by the betrayal, Marissa decides to take the ultimate risk. She slips into an exclusive, members only masquerade club...a place where names don't exist and only desires matter.
Behind a lace mask, she meets him....a man who smells of expensive bourbon and cold command.He is the first person in years to see the fire in her, not just the wife she became.They share a night of scorched....earth passion that leaves Marissa breathless and "even." She leaves before the sun rises, intending for the stranger to remain a ghost of her revenge.
But some ghosts have a name.When the masks come off and the corporate world demands her return, Marissa comes face to face with the man from the club. He isn't just anyone. He is Xavier Sterling....the ruthless billionaire CEO she once worked for, and the man Ethan calls his "best friend."Xavier knows her scent. He knows her touch. And most dangerously, he knows exactly what Ethan did to her.
Now, Marissa has to navigate a world where her husband wants her to stay, the mistress wants her dead, and the CEO wants to own the one woman he was never supposed to touch.
Now, Marissa is caught in a lethal triangle. Xavier wants to own her, Ethan wants to keep her to save his reputation, and the $300 million debt is threatening to drown them all. In a world of billionaire power plays, Marissa is about to learn that revenge is a dish best served... in the CEO's bed.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
7.7
In my past life, the bullet chambered in the gun on the desk was less lethal than the indifference of the two men standing beside me.
Dante and Matteo were supposed to be the future kings of Chicago, and I was their queen.
But they threw it all away for Sofia—a liar with a pretty face and a fake sob story about a gambling father.
They forced me into a gilded cage, making me serve Sofia like a maid while they played her saviors.
They let me rot in isolation until I swallowed a bottle of pills just to escape the coldness of their neglect.
They didn't even mourn me; they were too busy comforting the girl who would eventually destroy them.
I died realizing that my loyalty was my fatal flaw.
I had worshipped men who saw me as nothing more than an accessory, while they sacrificed their empire for a woman who played them for fools.
But the universe has a sick sense of humor.
It sent me back.
Back to the day that sealed my fate.
The Consigliere pushed the assignment papers toward us—the path to becoming Bosses.
"We are not going," Dante said, looking at me with cold eyes. "Sofia needs us. She is fragile."
In my past life, I begged them to stay.
This time, I stepped forward and picked up the pen.
"I will go," I said, signing my name in sharp black ink.
"I don't need your protection anymore."