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 4
The Rolls-Royce cruised smoothly down the tree-lined road leading away from the estate. Haleigh stared out the tinted window.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched. Haleigh flew forward, her shoulder slamming hard into the back of the leather seat.
An Aston Martin was parked sideways across the narrow road, blocking their path.
Cleon kicked his car door open and swaggered toward the Rolls-Royce. Haleigh's driver jumped out to stop him, but two massive bodyguards stepped out of the Aston Martin and shoved the driver hard against the hood.
Cleon yanked the back door of the Rolls-Royce open and slid into the seat next to Haleigh. He smelled like stale smoke and arrogance.
Haleigh's eyes went dead. She immediately slid across the leather bench, pressing her back against the opposite door to maximize the physical distance between them.
"I have ears in the sunroom," Cleon whispered, leaning close. "I know about the IVF."
Haleigh's heart hammered against her ribs, but she kept her face completely blank.
"My uncle's sperm has been frozen for years. The viability is garbage," Cleon sneered. "You are going to fail. But I have a better idea."
He looked her up and down. "Sleep with me. Get pregnant with my kid. We pass it off as Fabian's heir. When the old lady dies, we split the trust fund, and you get to be my little secret on the side."
The sheer sickness of his words made Haleigh's stomach violently turn.
She didn't say a word. She raised her right hand and slapped him across the face with every ounce of strength she had.
The crack echoed like a gunshot inside the quiet car. A bright red handprint instantly bloomed across Cleon's cheek.
Cleon grabbed his face. His eyes went wild with rage. "You bitch!" He raised his fist, ready to punch her.
Haleigh reached into her purse. Her hand closed around the small, folding eyebrow razor she kept in her makeup bag. She snapped the blade open and pressed the sharp edge directly against her own carotid artery.
"Touch me," Haleigh said, her voice eerily calm. "If I bleed out in this car, Berneice will have your skin peeled off your body while you are still breathing."
Cleon froze. His fist hovered in the air. He looked at the blade pressing into her pale skin. He saw the absolute, unhinged certainty in her eyes. She wasn't bluffing.
He cursed loudly, kicked the back of the driver's seat, and scrambled out of the car. He slammed the door shut.
Haleigh lowered the razor. Her hands were shaking so violently she could barely fold the blade back. "Drive," she ordered the driver. "Now."
Three weeks later, the Rolls-Royce pulled into a private underground garage in the Upper East Side. There were no signs outside the boutique clinic. The interim had been a blur of daily hormone injections, blood draws, and ultrasound scans, her body carefully calibrated to the precise state the embryo required. Berneice's clinic had sent a nurse to the estate every morning. Haleigh's abdomen was faintly bruised from the needles, but her chart had finally cleared.
Haleigh was escorted into a highly sterile VIP operating room. She changed into a hospital gown.
Dr. Payne, a man with graying hair and a serious face, walked in. He reviewed her final blood work on a tablet, nodded with quiet satisfaction, then held up a small screen showing a microscopic image. "This is the healthiest embryo from Mr. Blackburn's reserve. Your hormone levels are optimal. The chances are excellent."
Haleigh lay back on the cold operating table. The bright surgical lights blinded her. She closed her eyes.
She felt the cold metal instruments. A dull, aching pressure built low in her pelvis. It was the physical sensation of her fate being sealed.
Ten minutes later, it was over. A nurse wheeled her into a quiet recovery room and helped her lie flat on a bed.
Haleigh rested her palm gently over her lower abdomen. It felt impossible that a life might be starting in there.
The nurse handed her a cup of warm milk. "Rest here. The next two weeks are critical for implantation."
Haleigh looked out the window at the steel skyscrapers of Manhattan. She made a silent promise to the dark room. No matter what happened, she would protect this child from everyone.
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When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
9.3
"Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?"
Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears.
Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?"
That was how Adrian-her first crush, the boy she thought cared-chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner's adopted daughter.
But fate had other plans.
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.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
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.