From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen
For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes.
On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television.
When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her.
Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles.
His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste.
Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet.
"Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it."
Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up.
How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life?
Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs.
She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
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Chapter 3
Kayla changed into a simple pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. She signed her discharge papers and walked out the automatic doors of the hospital.
The harsh Los Angeles sun hit her face. She narrowed her eyes against the glare.
She took a deep breath. The hot exhaust fumes filled her lungs. She was really alive.
A black company van sat idling by the curb. The driver laid on the horn, two sharp, impatient blasts.
Kayla's face remained entirely blank. She walked to the van, pulled open the heavy sliding door, and climbed into the back seat.
She didn't look at the driver.
Effa Nichols sat in the passenger seat, barking into her phone.
"Yes, she's a trainwreck, but she brings the hate-watchers," Effa sneered, not bothering to lower her voice.
Kayla pulled a pair of wireless earbuds from her pocket and shoved them into her ears. She didn't turn on any music.
She pulled out her phone and typed Guillermo's name into the search bar.
The screen populated with hundreds of articles. Guillermo Sims: Hollywood's Most Devoted Fiancé.
A physical wave of heat crawled up Kayla's neck. Her teeth ground together so hard her jaw ached.
The van merged onto the Pacific Coast Highway. Effa ended her call and twisted around in her seat.
"Listen to me," Effa warned, pointing a manicured finger at Kayla. "Don't do anything stupid on this show. Just sit there and look pretty."
Kayla slowly pulled one earbud out. She met Effa's eyes.
"Make sure my appearance fee actually hits my account this time, Effa," Kayla said. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "I read the ledger on the phone you just gave me. I know about the twenty percent you've been skimming off the top."
Effa's face drained of color. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Kayla put the earbud back in and looked out the window.
The van fell into a suffocating silence.
An hour later, the vehicle pulled up to a massive, modern glass villa sitting right on the sands of Malibu beach.
Kayla pushed the door open. The salty ocean breeze whipped her hair across her face.
Crew members rushed around the driveway, carrying cables and light stands.
Kayla pulled her small suitcase from the trunk. A production assistant with a clipboard walked right past her, rushing to greet a male model stepping out of an Uber.
Kayla didn't react. She stood still, her eyes scanning the perimeter.
She spotted three hidden cameras tucked into the palm trees and the eaves of the roof.
Two lighting technicians stood near the garage, whispering and pointing at her.
"That's the internet joke," one muttered.
Kayla's lips twitched into a cold half-smile.
An assistant finally walked over and shoved a laminated schedule into her hand without making eye contact.
Kayla looked at the paper. She memorized the timestamps and locations in five seconds.
A loud engine roar shattered the background noise. A neon-green sports car slammed on its brakes at the edge of the red carpet.
Bria, a trending pop singer, stepped out. She wore oversized sunglasses and a dress that barely covered her thighs.
Photographers swarmed her instantly.
Bria walked up the path. As she passed Kayla, she deliberately dropped her shoulder and slammed it into Kayla's collarbone.
Bria let out a loud, mocking scoff.
Kayla's feet stayed planted. She didn't stumble.
She calmly raised her hand and brushed her shoulder, exactly where Bria had touched her, as if wiping away dirt.
Behind a monitor in the production tent, the director's eyes widened. He tapped the screen.
A crew member waved the guests inside.
Kayla gripped the handle of her suitcase and walked through the massive double doors.
The living room was blindingly bright. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling.
Two male guests, Jax and Rhys, sat on the plush velvet sofas. They looked up when Kayla entered.
They gave her a tight, dismissive nod.
Kayla nodded back. She didn't smile. She didn't try to start a conversation.
She walked to a single armchair in the darkest corner of the room and sat down.
Jax exchanged a confused look with Rhys. This wasn't the desperate, attention-seeking girl they had read about.
The speakers in the ceiling crackled.
Don, the veteran host, spoke through the intercom. "Welcome to the house. Cameras are rolling."
Kayla lifted her chin. She stared directly into the lens of the camera mounted across the room.
Her eyes were dark and predatory.
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
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.
8.9
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
7.0
Eight years ago, Alaina forced herself to say the most vicious, heartless things to break up with her fiercely loyal college boyfriend, protecting him from his billionaire family's wrath.
Now, she is a top maxillofacial surgeon, and Jarred Mcknight has returned as the ruthless CEO of Wall Street's most powerful corporation.
Their worlds collide in the ER, but Jarred isn't alone. He is accompanying his rumored heiress fiancée.
His eyes are pure ice. He treats Alaina with a suffocating, clinical detachment, fiercely protecting the heiress from Alaina's medical examination. The professional slap in the face shatters Alaina's heart all over again.
Later, at an exclusive restaurant, Jarred catches Alaina on a miserable, forced blind date. Still believing she left him for money and status, he publicly mocks her for working herself to the bone just to climb the ladder.
Her sleazy date, humiliated by the billionaire's sheer dominance, turns his bruised ego on Alaina. On the dark street outside, the lawyer aggressively grabs her arm, trying to force himself on her.
Alaina thought Jarred despised her. She thought he had completely moved on, leaving her to drown in the memories of the future they never had.
But why did Jarred suddenly explode from the shadows like a lethal predator, brutally snapping the lawyer's wrist just for touching her?
Pinning her trapped against the cold brick wall, Jarred's dark eyes burn with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"Is this the kind of garbage you date now?"
The eight years of separation mean nothing. The billionaire hasn't let her go, and this time, there is no escape.
9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.