His Accidental Heiress
Elena's life has never been easy. She's 23, broke, and working long hours at a small café just to keep a roof over her head. Her best friend, Elizabeth, worries she'll work herself to death, so one night she drags Elena to a house party.
Elena doesn't like parties, but she goes anyway. That night changes everything.
Looking for the bathroom, she opens the wrong door and finds herself in the same room as a man-tall, handsome, and mysterious. They don't exchange names. They don't plan it. One thing leads to another, and they spend the night together.
By morning, he's gone. No note. No name. Just gone.
Elena tries to forget about it until weeks later, when she realizes she's pregnant. Panic hits her hard. She doesn't know the man's name. She doesn't have his number. She's broke and alone, but she decides to keep the baby and work harder.
Around this time, Elliott, Elena's boss, starts visiting the café often. He's friendly, supportive, and becomes her closest friend. She has no idea Elliott is connected to her mystery man.
When the café job can't cover her bills anymore, Elliott helps her find a better job as a secretary in a big company. She's relieved-until her first day on the job, when she sees him. Jaxon Thorn. The father of her baby.
Jaxon is shocked too. He feels betrayed that she didn't tell him sooner. She feels hurt that he left without a word. Things get even worse when Khloe-the woman desperate to marry Jaxon-steps in to destroy Elena.
One night turned their worlds upside down. Now, they have to face the truth: Can love really come from one mistake?
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Chapter 5
Elena's POV
It takes a whole month for Elliot to visit Café Black, but when I see him stride in through the doors, the memories from that night come flooding in. And it has nothing to do with him. His eyes scan the room until they land on me, serving the same student with her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop.
He waves at me, and I wave back, before heading back to the counter for a coffee refill. When I attempt to serve the other tables, he waves me over.
"Someone else can handle this," he says. "Come sit with me."
"But...the manager...."
"Yeah," Elliot chuckles. "I should make him attend to the tables one of these days, don't you think? That's a great idea, Elena."
"No!" I shake my head once as I slide into the booth with him. "That isn't what I meant. He doesn't like me doing other things while working."
"Well, this isn't other things," Elliot answers, shrugging. "You are helping your boss plan out something important to him."
Elliot calls over one of the other attendants and has her take the tray from me. She doesn't look too happy about that, but when Elliot introduces himself, she does a double-take, forces a smile my way, and then walks away.
She probably thinks being in my good books is better than becoming an enemy simply because it seems I am friends with the owner of the café. She couldn't be any more wrong.
"How are things going around here?" he starts, leaning into the seat.
"Great," I answer, hoping he doesn't make me say more than that. But with Elliot's uncanny ability to look into my eyes and tell that there is something else I am not divulging, I don't stand a chance.
"Come on," he drawls. "Tell me. I can't trust the words of my manager, especially when it comes to human management. And honestly, he seems a little scary."
"He is scary," I blurt, then hold my hand up against my lips. "I'm sorry. I should never have said that."
"I wanted to hear it, Elena. And maybe this is the sign I have been waiting for to ask him to leave. I have heard rumors of his maltreatment from some of the customers, but I have never witnessed it before. If you fear him this much..."
"He makes us fear him," I sigh, allowing the gates to push open. "And then, I run more shifts than I am supposed to, even though it doesn't reflect in my pay at the end of the day,"
"I'm sorry about that, Elena."
I wave his apology away. "It is worth it, I guess, because I have met some nice people in here as well. Like that student doing her assignment. We barely ever speak to each other because she is always busy, but I like her a lot."
"I'm glad to hear that." His tone becomes serious as she slides to the edge of his seat. "I need your help, Elena. Remember the girl from the other night? The one who came to meet me?"
I nod.
"Her birthday is coming up soon, and I have no idea what to get for her. I was hoping you could give me some pointers, since you know..."
I don't know why a part of me assumed that Elliot's visit had something to do with the man from that night. He got up before I opened my eyes, and I haven't seen him again since then. Before Elizabeth came to get me, I tried asking around, but no one seemed to know who he was.
Elizabeth said she couldn't remember who was sitting next to me, but she knew that everyone in that circle was a close friend of Jaden, with whom she spent the night. I am just so happy for her that her crush hasn't been in vain.
"What does she like?" I question, trying to sound excited.
"Flowers, a lot of food, great clothing, vacations....the typical girl stuff."
I stare at him blankly. I am a girl, and I don't think those are the first things that come to mind when anyone asks what I like.
I enjoy some peace, I like Yoga, learning new things, hiking, swimming... But then again, maybe all of these things would have been mentioned if I had grown up rich.
"Why don't you do all of these things as one then?" I suggest. "You could take her out of the country. I heard Japan has great scenery. You can take her shopping in preparation for the trip, get her flowers during a nice date night there, and get her meals. The spa sessions, swimming together, and all of that have to be included."
"Japan," he muses, stroking his chin. "Why did I never think of that?"
"Hey," Elizabeth chirps as she strolls in unannounced, as usual. I am about to make a comment when the wave of her perfume hits me, and suddenly, it feels like my insides are fighting against each other.
I stiffen for a few seconds, just as my eyes widen. Elizabeth stops. "What is wrong with you, Elena?"
But I do not have the time to answer as I race into the bathroom at the speed of light. I hear someone follow closely behind, but I am more focused on not getting the contents of my stomach on the gleaming marble floor.
Reaching the bathroom, I sit on the floor and throw up into the toilet bowl, retching out the only meal I have eaten all day. Elizabeth grabs some toilet paper and cleans up after me, watching me warily as I lean against the tiled wall.
I have been feeling sick since yesterday. Maybe I should see the doctor.
"What is happening, Elena?" Elizabeth asks quietly. "I noticed this yesterday, too. And you have been complaining of fatigue."
"It could be stress," I murmur, feeling another wave of nausea hit the moment she steps closer to me. "Or your perfume."
"I have been using the same thing for years now, and you have never reacted this way to it before."
She stops just as our eyes meet in the huge bathroom.
"Elene, are you..."
I shake my head. No. I can't be.
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7.8
The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend.
I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken.
As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut.
My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath.
I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart.
How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie?
After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.
7.4
My memory was gone, a blank slate wiped clean each day. I lived a life guided by Post-it notes-simple instructions that told me who I was, what to eat, and to be polite to visitors.
Then he came back. Jax, the man I supposedly abandoned for money seven years ago, was now a billionaire. He stood at my door with his new fiancée, his eyes burning with a hatred I couldn't place.
He forced me onto a humiliating reality show, turning my broken mind into a public spectacle. He tore down my notes, my only connection to myself, and let the world watch as I nearly drowned in a tank of ice water. When my brother tried to save me, he was arrested for assault.
To free my brother, I had to confess. I stood before the world and apologized for a betrayal I couldn't even remember, becoming the monster everyone believed me to be.
But as I spoke the lies he fed me, a single detail about a stolen necklace made his perfect world shatter. He finally saw the truth in my empty eyes. It was just seven years too late.
7.5
River Lockhart, the son of an infamous billionaire, gets a speeding ticket from the new police officer of the city, Officer Damian Reid.
"Trust me, officer. You don't want to do that."
"Why? Are you the Prime Minister's son?"
"What if I am?"
"It doesn't matter."
River is to follow his father, Mr Lockhart's footsteps in the future. It has been his dream to copy his father's image one day. But the timing is so wrong. He's interested in a guardian of the law, yet he is to become a devil against the law.
Can illegal shadows and emergency sirens mingle together? Is it a good match?
7.6
My husband vanished on our fifth anniversary, leaving me frantic with worry.
I thought something terrible had happened until a stranger named Jayda sent me a photo.
He wasn't missing; he was in a penthouse, flipping pancakes for her with a smile he hadn't shown me in years.
When I tracked them down, Bennett didn't apologize.
He shoved me away to protect his pregnant mistress, looking at me with pure disgust.
"You're a liability, Iris," he spat, cutting off my access to our bank accounts. "Stop being hysterical."
He laughed when I clutched my head in agony, claiming I was faking pain just to ruin his new happiness.
He didn't know my "headaches" weren't a plea for attention.
They were Stage IV Glioblastoma.
While he was buying her the diamond necklace I had always wanted, I was receiving a terminal diagnosis.
I looked at the man I sacrificed my entire career for and felt a cold, final resolve.
"Fine," I whispered, tossing the medical report in the trash where he wouldn't see it.
"Send the divorce papers. I'm done."
8.6
"Come on, Juliet... it's time to write a new story."
After years trapped in an abusive marriage, Juliet Pierce finally runs. Alone, with two children and a suitcase full of trauma, she leaves behind the luxury - and George Monroe, the man she once loved - in search of a new beginning.
The destination? Manhattan.
The plan? Just survive.
But everything changes on her first night working as a waitress at Paradise, an exclusive BDSM club where pleasure meets power. Afraid of being recognized, she wears a mask - a shield she desperately needs.
And that's where she crosses paths with Noah Blake: billionaire CEO, relentless Dominant, and co-owner of the club.
He sees her.
He wants her.
He has no idea who she really is... yet.
Days later, Juliet applies for a position as Noah's assistant. This time, she's not wearing a mask - and he starts putting the pieces together.
Juliet wants distance.
Noah wants to tame her.
"I do love a challenge," he says.
Juliet is everything he never expected: funny, bold, intense - fragile on the outside, but with eyes that reveal how untamed she truly is.
He wants her on her knees.
She wants to prove she can love without losing herself.
What begins as a dangerous arrangement becomes a quiet war between fear and desire, past and redemption.
But Juliet's past is closer than she thinks. And when it resurfaces to haunt her, she'll have to choose: surrender... or fight for herself - and maybe, for the love of a man who swore he would never love.
"It was in that moment I realized I was about to discover:
Whether this would be a nightmare...
or the best experience of my life."
7.9
Erin woke up in her luxurious Fifth Avenue penthouse, three days after returning from the cold, sterile psychiatric hospital where her husband had locked her away.
On the night of their third anniversary, Crockett Winters came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, expecting his docile wife to serve him.
Instead of playing the obedient fool, Erin calmly exposed the million-dollar diamonds he had just bought for his lover.
Furious at her sudden defiance, Crockett tried to physically intimidate her, pinning her against a wall to reassert his dominance.
When his aggression failed, he threw a brutal divorce agreement on the table.
"Sign it, and you walk away with nothing. You can't survive without me, and you know it."
He sneered, convinced the ironclad prenup would terrify her. He thought her rebellion was just a pathetic, jealous tantrum, a desperate play for his attention while he continued to pamper his mistress.
He truly believed she was just a beautiful canary who would eventually crawl back to her gilded cage in tears.
But Erin didn't cry, and she didn't sign the papers.
Instead, she locked him out of the master suite and pulled out his unlimited Centurion card.
In a single night, she calmly spent ninety million dollars of his money to buy up prime real estate and hidden assets, taking the first step to build an empire that would completely destroy him.