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 6
Elena's POV
"Come on," Elizabeth said, grabbing my hand. "We're going to the drugstore."
What? I couldn't just leave work in the middle of the day.
As nervous as I was to find out the truth about this pregnancy scare, I still couldn't just leave work whenever I pleased.
"We can go after my shift."
"No way! Don't you want to know right away?"
"Of course I do. It's just..." I couldn't complete my sentence because I was cut off by Elizabeth.
"This is serious. We are going now."
I didn't want to argue with her especially with the tone of finality in her voice.
We left the ladies and went back into the cafe. With my head bent, I tried to walk behind Elizabeth as quickly as I could but unfortunately, I was stopped.
"Hey!" His loud voice made me jolt in fear. "Where do you think you're going?"
I turned around to see my manager staring back at me with fury in his eyes.
"I was just...I was..."
"You were doing what?" Mr Goldstein bellowed angrily.
"I was just escorting her to the clinic. She's not feeling too well." Elizabeth interfered.
"Was I talking to you?" Goldstein directed his anger towards Elizabeth.
"I have given you several warnings but you failed to cooperate," he turned back to me. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to let you go."
"Wait? What?" Elizabeth exclaimed.
I was too stunned to speak. Today was really turning out to be a nightmare.
As I stood there on the spot, my vision started becoming blurry until I saw nothing but pitch black.
When I opened my eyes, I was quite confused by the view around me.
I had to blink a few times for my sight to clear up. That was when I realized that I was in a hospital room.
How did I even get here?
The last thing I remembered was me trying to throw up in the bathroom at the cafe and then...
Oh no!
I'm pregnant.
I looked down at my tummy. Even though it was covered by the hospital gown, it looked very much the same. Flat.
I really hoped, with everything in me, that I was actually not pregnant.
Just then, Elizabeth walked into the room with a relieved look on her face.
"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so scared when you passed out in the cafe."
"Yeah, I barely remember that. All I knew was that Mr Goldstein had stopped us from leaving. That was the last thing I remembered."
"Well, after you fainted, Elliot stepped in."
"Elliot?"
"Yeah, why didn't you tell me that he owned the cafe?"
"I also just found out." I defended myself.
"Well, it's good because he fired Goldstein."
What?
My hands flew over my mouth in surprise at the information.
"You're lying."
"No I'm not," Liz smiled. "Just before we left for the hospital, he sacked Goldstein for the maltreatment of his staff."
"Oh wow."
"I know right?" She grinned. "So you definitely have your job back now."
My joy was halted when I remembered the reason I was in the hospital in the first place.
"Liz?" I called softly.
She took in the look of worry on my face and the smile on her face dropped slowly.
"Yeah?"
"Am I pregnant?"
As I asked the question, a niggling feeling in me already knew the answer. I just needed to confirm it by hearing someone say it out loud.
Elizabeth took a deep breath before nodding her head sadly.
"Do you know who the father is?"
"Yes...I mean no."
"Huh?"
"I know who he is. He was the first and only guy that I've been with but I don't know his name..."
"What do you mean you don't know his name?" Liz asked in bewilderment.
"Everything happened so fast that I didn't realize that I didn't get his name."
"Girl what?"
"I know...it's bad."
"Do you at least have his number?" She asked. "Just in case we wanted to contact him."
"I don't...I was intoxicated so I was not thinking straight at all."
This wasn't me at all. The alcohol coupled with the charm of the mysterious guy has left me in this complete mess.
Tears welled in my eyes and Liz moved closer to me when she noticed.
"Hey, don't cry about it," She placed an assuring hand on mine as she tried to comfort me. "There are options, trust me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...you don't have to keep the baby if you don't want to."
"Oh."
"I spoke to the nurse just before I came in and she said that you can have the abortion now if you want."
I really hadn't thought that far ahead yet but I knew that abortion was not really my cup of tea.
"Look, I know what you're thinking. You want to give the child a chance at living and all but you have to consider the fact that you can't afford this."
She was right. I can barely keep my own head above water let alone another person's.
"I get that but I still need some time to think about it. This is a big decision."
"That's fine. We can always come back later if you change your mind."
"Yeah..."
Just then, the door creaked open and Elliot walked in. He was holding a brown paper bag that seemed to be filled with food.
"I figured you would be hungry."
"Oh you didn't have to," Elizabeth chimed in but he frowned at her.
"Of course I did. She passed out in my cafe. It was only right for me to do this."
"Thank you," I finally said. "Liz told me what you did. You've been too kind."
"It's my pleasure. You don't have to worry about Goldstein anymore."
"Yeah, she told me..."
"I've found a better replacement," he said with a satisfied smile.
Wow. So soon?
"That was quick," I smiled tightly. "When is he starting?"
"She's a woman actually and she's starting as soon as she's discharged from the hospital."
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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.