His Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
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Chapter 3
The morning sun glared through the glass walls of the sunroom. Haleigh sat perfectly straight on the velvet sofa. She kept her hands folded tightly in her lap to hide her shaking fingers.
Berneice Blackburn sat across from her. The matriarch of the family took a slow sip of her Darjeeling tea. Her sharp eyes dissected Haleigh like a lab specimen.
"The perimeter security cameras caught Cleon climbing down from your balcony last night," Berneice said flatly.
Haleigh's spine stiffened. "He broke in. I fought him off. I swear nothing happened."
Berneice set her teacup down with a sharp clink. "I do not care about the details. I care about the optics. I care about this family's power."
The older woman picked up a thick manila folder from the glass table and tossed it in front of Haleigh.
"Fabian's uncle is making moves," Berneice said. "They are trying to use the board to strip Fabian of his controlling shares. If my son dies without a direct heir, Cleon inherits the entire empire."
Berneice leaned forward. "The plan is already in motion. Your preliminary health checks and baseline ultrasounds were done last week under the guise of your standard pre-marital exam. You will carry Fabian's child."
Haleigh's eyes went wide. Her lungs tightened. "What? No. I cannot have a baby with a man who is unconscious."
Berneice did not blink. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a single piece of paper. She slid it across the table.
It was a medical bill from Manhattan General Hospital. The total at the bottom was fifty million dollars. Her father's experimental treatments.
"The moment the doctor confirms you are pregnant, fifty million dollars will be wired to your father's account," Berneice said, her voice like cracking ice. "When the child is born, you will receive five percent of the family trust for life. You will never have to worry about money, or your stepmother, ever again."
Haleigh stared at the numbers on the paper. Her breathing turned shallow.
If she refused, her father died. If Cleon inherited the money, he would destroy her just for fun. She would be homeless, penniless, and at the mercy of the people who hated her.
She closed her eyes. The image of Cleon and Katya laughing on the sofa burned in her mind.
Ten seconds passed. Haleigh opened her eyes. The fear was gone.
She picked up the Montblanc pen resting next to the folder. She flipped to the signature page and signed her name in bold, hard strokes.
Berneice smiled thinly. She pressed a button on the intercom.
The glass doors opened. Two top-tier fertility specialists in white coats walked in. They handed Haleigh a thick packet of schedules, hormone injections, and dietary restrictions, ready to start her hormone protocol today.
"This is a level-one family secret," Berneice warned. "If Cleon's family finds out, they will stop at nothing to end that pregnancy. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Haleigh said. "I will protect it with my life."
Haleigh stood up and walked out of the sunroom. The sunlight hit her face, making her dizzy. She placed a hand flat against her empty stomach. This was no longer just her body. It was a battlefield.
The butler met her in the hallway. "The car is ready, ma'am. The driver will take you to the clinic in Manhattan."
Haleigh took a deep breath. She put on her dark sunglasses to hide her eyes and walked out the front doors. She climbed into the back of the armored Rolls-Royce.
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9.3
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Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears.
Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?"
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Because the Diamond Belfort brothers-the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don't stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her.
Because the real heiress doesn't beg.
She takes rather.
Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It's her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.
7.0
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
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She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.
7.5
Julianna was drowning in a corporate warzone, fighting a massive department deficit while fending off her mother’s relentless matchmaking.
Then, a ghost from her past returned to shatter her reality.
Eight years ago, Aidan Caldwell walked out of her life without a word. Now, he was back in New York as a ruthless billionaire, and a pitch-black Maybach started stalking her in the dim underground garage.
She had no idea the driver hiding behind the obsidian-tinted glass was Aidan.
She didn't know he had just choked a confession out of an executive, discovering that her "betrayal" eight years ago was a complete lie.
"Stay away from her. The rules are mine now."
Aidan had warned his rivals, his sanity tearing at the seams as he watched from the shadows while a creepy coworker put an arm around her shoulder.
He shattered glasses and crushed her favorite white flowers in his penthouse, driven by a lethal, obsessive jealousy seeing other men touch what belonged to him.
Julianna was completely in the dark, feeling only a heavy, predatory stare pinning her to the cold concrete.
When a sudden, heartbreaking scent of cedarwood rolled out of the cracked car window, her brain short-circuited.
Why was this terrifying stranger stalking her in the shadows?
Desperate to save her career, Julianna recklessly agreed to fake an engagement with a wealthy heir this weekend.
But she had no idea Aidan had already rigged her company's crisis, and the predator was about to tear her world apart to claim her back.
8.9
Seraphina, a broke single mother of triplets, snuck into a billionaire's charity gala just for the free food, desperate to fund her daughter's urgent heart surgery.
But her genius five-year-old son secretly hacked the gala's raffle system, thrusting them directly under the spotlight. The untouchable billionaire host, Donovan Vance, froze when he saw the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the exact same mark from a dark hotel room five years ago.
Cornered, Seraphina was forced into a five-million-dollar marriage contract to appease Donovan's dying father and secure his corporate empire. She swallowed her pride, took the money to save her daughter, and moved into the penthouse. But Donovan's obsessive childhood friend, Gwendolyn, immediately targeted her. She humiliated Seraphina for her poverty and violently grabbed her in the foyer.
"I dare you to get a DNA test. When the world finds out they're not his, he'll throw you into the street himself!"
Gwendolyn's vicious threat made Seraphina's blood run cold. She was suffocating in sheer panic. She didn't even know if Donovan was actually the father. If a test proved he wasn't, she would be destroyed, and her daughter would lose her only lifeline.
But to her absolute horror, Donovan's father overheard the threat and ordered a legally binding paternity test that very day to permanently silence all doubts. With the medical team arriving and nowhere left to run, the terrifying secret Seraphina had buried for five years was about to be dragged into the light.