Discarded Wife, Powerful Heiress Rises
I walked in on my husband caressing his pregnant mistress' s belly. In my own home.
But the real betrayal wasn't his affair. It was when he, his mother, and even my own parents declared my pregnancy a "complication" that needed to be erased for a multi-billion-dollar merger.
They locked me in my penthouse and dragged me to a clinic. My own mother and father sold me out for a check, signing off on the procedure to get rid of my baby.
"It's time to cleanse the bloodline," my mother-in-law said as they held me down.
As the needle went into my arm, I felt my child, the one I'd prayed for, being stolen from me. They didn't just break my heart; they murdered my baby.
But they didn't know who I really was. Rescued by my true family-the powerful Pittmans-I learned I wasn't a discarded wife. I was a kidnapped heiress. And now, I will use every bit of my power to make them pay for the child they took from me.
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Chapter 5
Alyssa Bolton POV:
The door to my bedroom opened without a knock. It was Chase. He looked tired, but his expression was firm. "We need to talk, Alyssa." He didn't wait for an answer, instead, he gestured for me to follow him.
I stayed rooted to the spot, arms crossed. "I have nothing to say to you, Chase."
Then I heard it. A soft, vulnerable cough from the living room. Indiana. She was still here, still in my home, still playing the victim.
"Indiana isn't feeling well," Chase said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "She's worried about the baby. She thinks you might be upset with her."
Upset? With her? The sheer audacity of it made me laugh, a hollow, bitter sound. "Worried about the baby? Or worried about her meal ticket?" I finally moved, walking past him, my gaze fixed on the living room.
Indiana was curled on the sofa, a blanket draped carefully over her, a glass of water on the table next to her. She looked up, her eyes wide and mournful. "Oh, Alyssa. Please don' t be angry. I just want what' s best for everyone."
"What's best for everyone?" I practically spat the words out. "Is that why you're still here? In my penthouse? My home?"
Chase stepped between us, his posture defensive. "Alyssa, enough. Indiana will be staying here for a while. It's Clementina's decision. For the baby's safety, and for the public image. It's crucial for the merger that she's seen as part of the family, especially with her... condition."
My jaw dropped. "She's moving in? You're letting her move into my home?"
Indiana gave a small, almost imperceptible smirk. "It's just until the merger is complete, Alyssa. We'll be like sisters! Sharing everything." Her eyes glittered with a malicious joy.
I stared at Chase, searching for some sign of dissent, some flicker of humanity. There was none. Only a stonewalled determination. "It's for the best, Alyssa. Think of the family. The company. We need to project stability."
My world tilted. My home, my sanctuary, was being invaded. My privacy, my sense of safety, shattered. Clementina, Chase, and now Indiana, were dismantling my life piece by piece.
"So, that's it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just supposed to accept this? Accept her living here, parading her fake pregnancy, while I'm locked away in my own home?"
Chase approached me, his hand reaching for mine. "It won't be forever. Just for a few months. Then everything will go back to normal. I promise. You and I, we'll sail around the world, just like we always planned. Our baby will be born, and we'll raise them together, away from all of this."
His words, once a comfort, now felt like a cruel mockery. I pulled my hand away. The "normal" he promised was a fantasy, a lie designed to keep me docile. I knew, with a chilling certainty, that nothing would ever go back to normal. My hope, once a burning ember, was now extinguished.
The days that followed blurred into a suffocating routine. I was confined to the master suite and an adjacent study, my movements monitored by the ever-present security detail. My phone had been confiscated, my internet access restricted. Indiana, on the other hand, reveled in her new role. She took over the main living areas, hosted "baby shower" themed brunches with Clementina, and filled the penthouse with the cheerful sounds of her social media shoots. Her laughter, always a little too loud, grated on my nerves.
One evening, I found her alone in the kitchen, meticulously arranging organic fruit on a platter. Chase was out, as he often was, finalizing "merger details."
"Indiana," I said, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me. "We need to talk."
She turned, her carefully constructed innocence failing for a moment, replaced by a flash of annoyance. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
"I want to know what it will take for you to leave," I said, cutting straight to the point. "A sum. A deal. Name your price."
She arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "You think money can buy me off? Alyssa, darling, you clearly don't understand. This isn't just about money. It's about status. Power. And honestly? It's about winning." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, your little secret? It' s not much of a bargaining chip. No one cares about a child that doesn' t exist, do they?"
The callousness of her words hit me hard. She knew about my pregnancy, of course, but her dismissal of my unborn child as "not existing" was a calculated cruelty.
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8.8
For three years, I was the perfect wife to tech CEO Atticus Monroe, trading my architecture career to become his personal chef and perfect hostess.
My world shattered when I brought him an eight-hour bone broth and overheard him confess to a friend.
"I'm just... bored."
His boredom quickly turned into an affair with his ex-fiancée, Isla. He spent nights at her apartment, then came home to blame me for his unhappiness. At a family gala, when I finally stood up to their public humiliation, Atticus grabbed my arm so hard it left a deep, purple bruise.
He had cheated, humiliated, and hurt me, yet he refused my pleas for a divorce, desperate to maintain his perfect image.
But his grandfather saw the bruise. He saw the video of Atticus and Isla. After punishing his own grandson, he handed me a check.
"Go build the life you deserve."
So I did. I filed for divorce to reclaim the life, and the career, I had sacrificed for him.
7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
9.1
Aurora Sinclair thought she had closed the chapter on Damian Blackwood, the man she once loved, married, and walked away from. But when he unexpectedly comes back into her life, she realizes their story is far from over.
Damian is the heir to Blackwood Enterprises, a corporate empire built on deceit, betrayal, and secrets darker than Aurora ever knew. For years, he obeyed his ruthless father's every demand, even marrying someone else to keep Aurora safe. But now, he's done playing by his father's rules. He's ready to reclaim the company his late mother built, expose the crimes that destroyed his family, and protect the woman he's never stopped loving.
As old wounds reopen and dangerous enemies close in, Damian and Aurora are drawn together once more and bound by passion, loyalty, and a shared determination to end the nightmare once and for all. But with betrayal around every corner, they must face a chilling question: can they survive the past... and have a future together?
8.2
I spent three years playing the role of a submissive, small-town wife for Evertt Baker, trading my true identity for a quiet life in a Manhattan penthouse. I thought my devotion would be enough to build a real home, but I was just a placeholder in his grand design.
The illusion shattered at 2 AM when Evertt walked in smelling of Chanel No. 5-the signature scent of his mistress, Adda. Without a word of apology, he dropped divorce papers on the table, demanding I sign them immediately so he could finally be with the woman he truly loved.
He looked at me with pure disgust, flicking a five-million-dollar check toward me as if he were paying off an incompetent employee. He told me it was more money than anyone from my "trailer park" background would ever see and ordered me to hurry because Adda was waiting in the car downstairs. He didn't care that I had spent years nursing him through illness and tolerating his family's insults; he only cared about his own convenience.
The sheer arrogance of his payout and the blatant disrespect of bringing his mistress to our home was the final blow. I realized that the man I loved never actually saw me, only the submissive shadow I had forced myself to become.
I signed the papers with a fluid scrawl he didn't bother to check, then I fed his millions into the office shredder. I pulled a hidden, encrypted device from a kitchen drawer and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Brother," I said, my voice finally steady. "Come get me. The game is over."
Evertt thought he was discarding a penniless nobody, but he was about to find out that he had just declared war on the Stafford empire.
7.2
For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river.
But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire.
I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred.
He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach.
"Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me.
To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage.
I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over.
I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor?
"Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness."
He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back.
Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash.
That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.
7.2
"Still playing dirty, Huntress?" he taunted, pinning me with those piercing grey-blue eyes.
"Still hiding behind your daddy's money, Reaper?" I shot back, my blood boiling.
Lanaya Roux and Maverick Hayden are college hockey royalty-and bitter rivals. As the captains of competing university teams, their hatred on the ice is matched only by the legendary feud between their billionaire families' empires.
But when their ruthless fathers force them into a fake engagement to secure an $18 billion corporate merger, Lanaya and Maverick are thrown into the ultimate game of survival.
The rules are simple: Live together in the same penthouse. Smile for the cameras. Pretend to be madly in love for six months.
It was supposed to be strictly business. But behind closed doors, the venom they spit at each other quickly morphs into a scorching, undeniable addiction. Maverick is an arrogant, aggressively protective alpha who refuses to let her go, and Lanaya is the fiercely independent captain who refuses to submit.
Beneath their explosive chemistry lies a devastating secret: a shared tragedy from eight years ago that claimed the life of Lanaya's brother and shattered their innocent childhood bond.
With the national hockey championship on the line, scandalous secrets surfacing, and unseen enemies sabotaging their every move, the line between love and hate has never been so dangerous.
What happens when the fake engagement to your worst enemy becomes the only real thing in your life?