Married a Billionaire, My True Heiress Identity Revealed
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.
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Chapter 8
The bedroom door closed softly, leaving Ace alone in the hallway.
Inside, Dr. Reed began her examination, her movements gentle and professional. Thaddeus stood by to assist.
When she carefully worked to remove the torn, ruined fabric of Alexandrea's evening gown, Dr. Reed drew in a sharp, audible breath.
Thaddeus's easygoing expression hardened into a grim line.
Alexandrea's back was a roadmap of cruelty.
A network of scars, old and new, crisscrossed the pale skin. Some were thin, silvery-white lines, long healed-the kind left by a belt or a switch. Others were newer, angry pink marks, and a few were freshly scabbed over.
It wasn't just her back. On her arms and the backs of her legs, there were small, perfectly round scars, the unmistakable, puckered tissue of cigarette burns.
"The abrasions and contusions are recent, from today," Dr. Reed said, her voice tight with professional restraint. "But these older injuries... this is the result of long-term, systematic physical abuse. Years of it."
Her clinical diagnosis was delivered with a quiet, simmering fury.
Thaddeus's hands curled into fists at his sides. He now understood the cold rage he had seen in his brother's eyes.
Dr. Reed cleaned and dressed the new wounds, applied a soothing salve, and then gently dressed Alexandrea in a soft, silk nightgown that had been laid out by the staff.
When they emerged from the bedroom, Ace was waiting, his posture rigid. "Report."
Dr. Reed didn't mince words. She described the scars, the burns, the evidence of prolonged torture, her voice never wavering.
With every word, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop.
By the time she finished, Ace's handsome face was a thundercloud, dark and menacing. The knuckles of the hand in his pocket were white.
"I see," he bit out, the words barely escaping his clenched jaw.
"Thank you, Evelyn. That will be all for tonight."
"She's severely malnourished and needs rest," Dr. Reed added. "I'll leave a list of supplements and topical creams. But her psychological state will require the most attention."
After the doctor had been escorted out, Thaddeus put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ace... the Terrys aren't people. They're animals."
Ace didn't respond. He just turned, pulling out his phone and dialing Giles again.
The call connected instantly. "Giles. Add something to the investigation."
His voice was lethally calm. "I want all of the Terry family's medical records for the past decade. I want a list of every domestic employee they've ever had, and the reason for their termination."
"I want to know exactly who did this to her." The last words were laced with a chilling, murderous intent.
"And Giles... whatever it takes, whatever it costs, I want Ivette Terry to pay for what she did today."
The fury radiating through the phone was palpable. "Yes, sir," Giles replied without hesitation. "I'll get it done."
Ace ended the call, but the inferno inside him still raged.
He walked back into the bedroom and approached the bed. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, he could see the faint tracks of tears on her cheeks. Even in sleep, her brow was furrowed, her expression pained, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
He reached out a hand, intending to smooth the worry from her forehead, but stopped himself, his fingers hovering in the air. He didn't want to startle her.
Instead, he pulled a chair to the side of the bed, sat down, and simply watched over her.
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A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
7.9
Elena Crane wakes up in a hospital bed after barely surviving a resort fire, only to discover the devastating truth. The kidney she donated to her husband Leo three days ago wasn't for him. It was for his mistress, Lydia. Worse, she overhears Leo instructing a doctor to kill her within five days and make it look like surgical complications so he can collect two hundred million dollars in life insurance. Their entire five year marriage was an elaborate scheme to steal her organs and murder her for money.
What Leo and Lydia don't know is that Elena is actually Roberta Alfred, the legendary jewelry designer and billionaire heiress who abandoned her empire for love. After enduring multiple murder attempts, including being locked in a morgue and losing her uterus to forced hysterectomy, Elena escapes. She divorces Leo, claims the insurance money herself, and returns home to reclaim her identity and her family's billion dollar empire.
9.1
For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes.
On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television.
When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her.
Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles.
His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste.
Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet.
"Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it."
Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up.
How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life?
Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs.
She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
8.3
Alena landed at JFK, eager to call her fiancé of three years.
But a sudden message from her best friend shattered her world: a high-resolution photo of Darrin passionately kissing another woman. The woman was Katrina, her older sister.
Alena rushed to the grand ballroom and confronted them in front of New York's elite. Instead of an apology, her own mother slapped her across the face.
"You jealous, spiteful girl. Trying to ruin your sister's happiness because you can't handle your own failures."
Darrin coldly wrapped a protective arm around Katrina. The nightmare worsened when they ambushed Alena at her apartment, demanding she sign an NDA to cover up the affair and save their family's failing business. If she refused, her father threatened to tell her frail grandfather the truth, knowing the shock would trigger a fatal heart attack.
Alena was suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Her family was weaponizing the only person who truly loved her, treating her like a disposable pawn to protect the sister who stole her life. How could her own flesh and blood be so sickeningly cruel?
Cornered and entirely out of options, Alena pulled a matte-black business card from her pocket.
It belonged to Andrew Spencer, the ruthless billionaire who had rescued her from the freezing rain, and the apex predator Darrin feared most. He had offered her a transactional marriage. If her family wanted to destroy her, she would become their worst nightmare. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
8.0
She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything.
Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune.
Then she woke up.
Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still.
The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything.
Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed.
And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground.
She's not surviving the apocalypse.
She's building it.