I Am the True Daughter

After finally reuniting with her biological family, the rightful heiress faces nothing but cruel rejection. The Lowells make it clear that their adoptive daughter, Susie, remains their sole focus and beloved sweetheart. Intending to leave her penniless, they warn her never to depend on their fortune. However, they have no idea that she has already secured absolute financial freedom on her own terms and has absolutely no intention of relying on their wealth.

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Chapter 2

I had met Susie Lowell's fiancé, Dylan Jacobs, once before.

It was the second day after I returned to the Lowell family. As soon as he walked in, Susie Lowell threw herself into his arms, crying.

"Baby, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"

Susie Lowell just cried without saying a word, shaking her head nonstop.

It made Dylan Jacobs anxious to see her like that.

"Did that woman bully you? Heh. Some wretched girl from who-knows-where dares to compare herself to my Susie. She really has a death wish."

He shot me a furious glare, scowling as if I owed him millions.

Leaning against Dylan Jacobs's chest, Susie Lowell's lips curved into a smug smirk before she tugged on the corner of his sleeve.

"Don't say that. Claire is the real lady of this house. WAAAH..."

With that, she started feigning tears again.

The moment the family saw her crying, they all rushed over and started comforting her, all talking at once.

They repeatedly assured her that there was only one princess in this family: Susie Lowell.

I sat on the sofa, my face cold and my arms crossed, watching this whole family put on a play like I was a complete stranger.

Say what you will, but Susie Lowell was the best actress of the bunch. If she ever decided to enter show business, winning an Oscar for Best Actress would be no problem for her.

Susie Lowell basked in their coddling for a long time before she finally stopped crying.

Then she had the nerve to run up to me and grab my hand. "Claire, please don't steal Dylan from me," she said with false sincerity. "I love him so much. I can't live without him."

As she spoke, she gazed lovingly in Dylan Jacobs's direction.

Dylan Jacobs immediately looked back at her. "Baby, don't you worry. No one can replace you. No one."

He spat out the last two words through gritted teeth, glaring at me furiously.

Heh. Looking at his utterly average face made me feel as disgusted as if I'd swallowed a fly.

'Who gave him the audacity to think I'd be interested in him? He and Susie Lowell can be shackled to each other for life for all I care.'

On stage, Susie Lowell and Dylan Jacobs were now exchanging engagement rings.

Susie Lowell looked at the diamond ring on her finger, let out a gasp, and covered her mouth in feigned surprise.

"Thank you, darling. I love it."

The two of them embraced and kissed on stage, met by a wave of applause from the audience.

Chloe Lowell was clapping the loudest, as if she were trying to clap her hands raw.

"See that? Susie and Dylan are the real perfect couple. A true match of talent and beauty. Hmph. Not like some women, who are only fit to watch from the sidelines."

That passive-aggressive tone of hers made it sound like I'd come back to the Lowell family for one of two things: their money or Susie Lowell's man.

"Exactly. Some mutts just don't belong in the Lowell family."

Charles Lowell chimed in, standing off to the side.

"Heh. As if I'd want to be one of you Lowells."

I knew my sudden return to the Lowell family was hard for them to accept, so I had tolerated their initial rejection.

But I never expected them to dislike me this much.

To be honest, it's not like I insisted on showing up just to piss them off.

If my adoptive parents hadn't insisted I come, I wouldn't have even bothered to spare them a glance.

After saying that, I couldn't be bothered to waste another breath on them, nor did I want to witness another second of that shameless couple's fake affection on stage.

I turned and left.

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On their seventh anniversary, Isabella believed her billionaire husband, Dante Moretti, loved her deeply. However, a devastating revelation shatters her world: Dante only married her for her genetic compatibility to save his actual lover. Overhearing him promise a divorce after securing two more blood donations and a bone marrow transplant, Isabella realizes her entire marriage was a calculated harvest. Instead of breaking, she resolves to accelerate his cruel plans on her own terms.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

After My Ex Destroyed My Life, He Begged

8.0

Betrayed and left in ruins by the man she once loved, a woman finds her life shattered by her billionaire ex's cold-hearted schemes. After enduring the depths of despair and loss, she finally begins to rebuild her world from the ashes. However, just as she regains her strength, he returns to her side. Driven by unexpected regret, the powerful mogul who destroyed her now drops to his knees, desperately pleading for a second chance she never intended to give.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Bound By The Billionaire's Cruel Contract

9.7

Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend. But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew. When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment. A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate. Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face. "We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother." He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt. Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul? "Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered. Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

I Am Not Your Pawn Anymore

7.1

Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed. "Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out." I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction. "Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you." He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him. I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long? GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago. My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now." A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare. "I quit."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Leaving Husband for Self

9.8

For three years, Chloe endured a cold, loveless marriage to Eric, a powerful billionaire who treated her like a transparent ghost. Despite her devotion, she remained an outsider in his high-society world. Pushed to her breaking point by his indifference, Chloe finally chooses herself and demands a divorce. As she reclaims her independence and begins to shine on her own, Eric is stunned by the sudden void left by the woman he once took for granted.

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9.7

My Stepsister Stole My Groom

9.7

She stole my wedding. I stole her future. On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins. So I did what any woman scorned would do. I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room-Drexon Moreaux, Kellan's ruthless billionaire uncle-and declared, "Him. I'll marry him instead." Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire's heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand. But he said, "I do." Now, my stepsister's smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I'm a puzzle he's determined to solve. This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous-something that feels like love. Too bad the Moreaux family doesn't believe in happy endings.

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