He Return of the Discarded Heiress
For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure.
Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in.
The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her."
They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars.
I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm.
They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out.
I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.
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Chapter 3
Something that might have been pity flickered in Preston's eyes. He pressed the card into Ainsley's hand anyway. Looking at her pale, expressionless face, his voice softened with practiced concern. "You have everything? You can wear that necklace I bought you for your tenth birthday. It was a gift for you-it's yours. No harm in keeping it."
Eleanor's brows knitted instantly. She shot an annoyed glance at Ainsley, but her pride kept her silent over a necklace that cost maybe a couple hundred bucks.
Katharina stood obediently beside her grandmother, echoing Preston's words with sweet insincerity. "Yeah, sis, Dad gave it to you, so you should wear it. You... you might need it later."
She let the sentence hang, the implication clear.
Ainsley lifted her eyelids slowly. The glance she cast Katharina was cold, untamable-the look a wolf gives a yapping lapdog.
Katharina responded with a haughty smile. That patronizing, superior expression matched every other Thomas in the room perfectly. *Same blood,* Ainsley thought. *Same poison.*
She hoisted her shoulder bag higher. She took the bank card Preston had forced into her palm and set it back on the table. Her voice was flat. Unforgiving.
"That necklace is in the top drawer of my old room. You can check if you don't believe me. Aside from the laptop I bought myself with my own money, I haven't taken a single thing that belongs to the Thomas family."
The words landed like ice water.
The Thomases exchanged glances, visibly embarrassed. Especially Eleanor and Meredith, who had stayed silent out of false dignity moments before-their faces darkened instantly.
This was classic Ainsley. Never knew how to be obedient. Always making them lose face.
Katharina glanced at the backpack on Ainsley's shoulders, her eyes flickering with dismissive contempt. She tilted her head, voice dripping with manufactured concern. "Sis, that's not what Mom, Dad, and Grandma meant. You're being way too sensitive. We've lived together for over a decade. Even if you found your birth parents, you're still my sister. We all want you to be happy."
She paused, letting her gaze drop to the bulging backpack.
"If you don't want the necklace, at least take the money Dad offered. I mean, wherever you're going... it's not exactly D.C. You'll need cash for everything. And that backpack looks pretty full-must be more than just a laptop in there."
The implication was surgical. Delivered with a smile.
Preston snapped back to attention, his expression souring as he forced a nod. "Yeah. Take the money. Don't be stubborn."
Ainsley's phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen, then back at the family arranged before her like a portrait of hypocrisy. She set the card down one final time-a definitive dismissal.
"No need."
She didn't explain. Didn't justify. Just looked at the caller ID, then toward the door. "My ride's here. I'm leaving."
She walked.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Eleanor exhaled through her nose, a sharp, contemptuous sound. "Hmph. An ungrateful stray, through and through. Sixteen years we wasted raising her, and she couldn't even say a proper goodbye."
Katharina's soft voice drifted through the room, honey over venom. "Grandmother, she's just eager to see her birth parents. Can you blame her?"
She tilted her head, pretending to think. "Though... she said she only took her laptop, but that backpack looked pretty stuffed. Weird, right?"
Preston shook his head, playing the magnanimous patriarch. "Forget it. Sixteen years. Let her take whatever she wants-we don't need the petty cash."
Eleanor leaned on her cane, staring at the closed door as if she could still see the girl walking away. Her lip curled. "Good riddance. She was never one of us anyway."
She turned to Katharina, her voice warming with genuine affection. "And you-stop calling her 'sister.' Someone like her doesn't deserve the title."
Outside, the D.C. heat hit like a furnace. Waves of it rose off the pavement, distorting the air. The streets were nearly empty-just a few elderly residents seeking shade, and one thing that didn't belong.
A matte-black Rolls-Royce Wraith sat idling at the curb outside the manor gates.
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She was just a struggling young woman trying to support her family when a single mistake brought her face-to-face with Seoul's coldest and most powerful CEO. What began as a contract - a fake engagement meant to satisfy a ruthless family and protect a fragile empire - quickly turns into something far more dangerous.
Behind Jae-Hyun's flawless image lies grief, pressure, and a heart he locked away long ago. Behind Hana's warm smile is quiet resilience and scars she never talks about.
As secrets surface, enemies close in, and the line between pretend and real begins to blur, Hana must decide:
Was this relationship ever just business - or was it always fate?
A slow-burn romance filled with tension, secrets, and a love that wasn't supposed to happen.
7.7
I was kneeling on the warped linoleum of my trailer, packing my life into a trash bag, when the predatory purr of a luxury SUV echoed through the thin walls. I thought it was a raid, but it was something much worse.
Julian Sterling, a federal prosecutor in a charcoal suit, stepped into the mud and bought me from my alcoholic stepfather. He didn't use cash; he used a list of felonies and a legal settlement to trade my freedom for my stepfather's silence.
"Throw it away," Julian ordered, pointing at the bag containing everything I owned. I watched my sister's stuffed bear fall into an oil puddle as he forced me into a world of cold leather and silence. By the time we reached Boston, Faith Vance was dead. He forced me to sign papers changing my name to Elara, erasing my past to fit a narrative of Swiss boarding schools and high-society breeding.
The horror didn't stop there. The family patriarch, Arthur Sterling, looked at us with hawk-like eyes and issued a command that turned my blood to ice. To avoid scandal, Julian and I were to be introduced as "Brother" and "Sister." Julian's jaw tightened until a vein throbbed in his temple, and when he finally called me "Sister," the word sounded like a curse.
I was a prisoner in a mansion with bars on the windows, caught between a "brother" who loathed my existence and a cousin who tried to assault me in my own room. They dressed me in silk armor and expected me to be a doll, a manageable piece of a legacy I never asked for.
I sat at a dinner table worth more than my hometown, swallowing oysters that tasted like salt and iodine, while Julian created a physical barrier between me and the wolves. Under the tablecloth, I reached out and squeezed his clenched fist.
His fingers uncurled and captured mine in a grip so crushing it felt like a pact signed in the dark. I have a jagged shard of glass in my pocket and five thousand dollars a month to hoard. Julian says the law is a weapon that breaks weak people, but he's about to find out that I'm not a lamb. I'm a survivor, and I'm ready for the casualties.
9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
9.3
He was supposed to be my brother. The cold CEO everyone feared. The man who controlled the entire country's business world.
But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew.
"We're getting married."
I laughed, but he didn't.
Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go.
Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable.
And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.
8.2
My ex-boyfriend of three years, Axel, married a perfect wealthy heiress.
I attended his wedding, not to mourn our relationship, but because he had spent the last three years bleeding me dry.
He left me with absolutely nothing but a final notice from the hospital for my dying brother's life support.
Instead of feeling guilty, Axel cornered me in the church hallway, crushing my wrist.
"I'll set you up with an apartment. You won't have to work another day in your life."
He thought he could buy my silence with spare change, while leaving my seventeen-year-old brother, Julian, to die when his treatments were cut off the very next day.
When I refused to be his dirty little secret, Axel used his power to utterly destroy my acting career.
He had my talent agency terminate my contract under a fake morals clause, publicly humiliated me on set, and blacklisted me across the entire industry.
I was shoved out into the freezing rain, left with a torn dress and absolutely no way to pay the five hundred thousand dollar medical bill.
He actually believed he could step on my brother's dying body to build his own fake empire.
He thought I was just a weak, pathetic victim who would eventually crawl back to him on my knees.
But he forgot about the one monster he was absolutely terrified of: his legitimate, ruthless billionaire half-brother, Jace Bauer.
Looking at the three positive pregnancy tests hidden in my drawer, I stepped right in front of Jace's armored Maybach.
"Marry me, and I'll give you the heir you need to secure your empire."