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 6
Kayla pushed open the door to the standard double room.
The room was spacious. Sunlight poured through the large sliding glass doors, warming the plush white carpet.
Thalia dragged her suitcase in behind her. She looked at Kayla and held out her hand.
"I like how you handle yourself," Thalia said.
Kayla took her hand. Her grip was firm. "Kayla. Nice to meet you."
They unpacked in silence. Kayla hung her few clothes in the closet.
She pulled her sleek silver laptop from her bag. She sat at the small desk in the corner and opened the lid.
She snapped a privacy screen protector over the monitor. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, connecting to a secure VPN.
She opened a browser and typed in Guillermo's social media handles.
The page loaded. It was a shrine to his relationship with Jasmine.
Kayla clicked on the search bar within his profile. She typed in her old name. She typed in dates from three years ago, five years ago, eight years ago.
Zero results.
She spent hours relentlessly digging through the internet archive database, utilizing advanced search operators to pull up the cached versions of his old posts.
Gone.
Every photo of them at the beach. Every late-night diner post. Every mention of her existence.
His PR team hadn't just deleted her. They had fabricated a new timeline. They had planted fake employment records showing she was hired as a temporary assistant just six months ago.
Kayla's chest seized.
It felt like a physical blow to her ribs. Her lungs forgot how to pull in air.
Her hands began to shake violently. The tremor traveled up her arms, into her shoulders.
Her eyes burned, but no tears fell. It was pure, suffocating rage.
Desperation clawing at her chest, she accessed an encrypted dark web forum she used to frequent for script research. She posted a hefty bounty, using the last of her new identity's digital credits, asking any information broker for recovered data on Guillermo Sims. The post vanished into the digital void, leaving no immediate reply.
She slammed the laptop shut.
The loud crack echoed in the quiet room.
Thalia jumped, dropping the script she was reading. She looked over.
Kayla's face was chalk-white. She was gripping the edge of the desk so hard the wood creaked.
Thalia walked over slowly. "Hey. Are you okay?"
Kayla closed her eyes. She forced herself to take a deep, shuddering breath.
She turned her head. "I just... I realized a man I gave ten years of my life to managed to erase me completely."
She kept it vague. It was the truth, wrapped in a metaphor Thalia could understand.
Thalia's eyes softened. She didn't press for details. She just placed a warm hand on Kayla's shaking shoulder.
"Men like that always slip up," Thalia said quietly.
Kayla nodded. The warmth of Thalia's hand helped anchor her back to reality.
Hours passed. The production crew turned off the bedroom cameras for the night.
Kayla and Thalia lay in their respective beds in the dark.
They talked in low voices. Thalia talked about the brutal reality of aging in Hollywood.
"I despise men who use women as stepping stones," Kayla whispered into the dark.
"Amen to that," Thalia replied.
Around 2:00 AM, a high-pitched buzzing sounded near Kayla's ear.
She slapped her neck. A mosquito.
A few minutes later, a red welt swelled on her collarbone. It itched intensely.
Kayla sighed. She threw off the covers and grabbed a thin silk robe.
She opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway.
The house was pitch black. The crew had turned off the main lights.
Kayla walked barefoot down the hallway, heading for the spiral staircase. She knew the first-aid kit was in the kitchen cabinet.
She walked down the stairs, her hand trailing along the cold metal railing.
She reached the bottom landing and turned the corner toward the living room.
She didn't see the shadow standing there.
Kayla slammed face-first into a wall of solid muscle.
The impact knocked the breath out of her. She stumbled backward.
A strong scent of crisp pine and cold night air hit her senses.
She looked up. In the absolute darkness, a pair of eyes stared down at her.
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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.