My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress
For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household.
When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out.
Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse.
Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs.
They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack.
But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up.
The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander.
He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons.
Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in.
"Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe."
Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.
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Chapter 6
Crockett's breath hitched. The primal, animal part of his brain screamed at him to run, to back away from the man standing in front of him. But Donita was watching. His ego anchored his feet to the concrete.
"Or what?" Crockett sneered, his voice shaking slightly. He pushed his chest forward, trying to close the distance. "You're gonna fight me? Do you know who my family is? We'll crush you, you nobody."
Crockett thrust his right hand forward, aiming to shove Brant hard in the center of his chest.
Before Crockett's fingertips even brushed the nylon of the tactical jacket, Brant moved.
It wasn't a brawl. It was a surgical strike.
Brant's left hand shot up, his fingers clamping around Crockett's wrist like a steel vice. He twisted his hips, stepping inside Crockett's guard. Simultaneously, Brant's right hand shot under Crockett's armpit, his palm driving upward against the joint with terrifying velocity.
Pop.
The sound of the shoulder joint violently tearing out of its socket echoed sharply in the cold air.
Crockett's eyes rolled back in his head. A high-pitched, inhuman scream ripped from his throat.
Brant released his grip instantly.
Crockett's legs gave out. He collapsed onto the freezing asphalt, his knees slamming into the ground. He cradled his right arm against his chest, his body convulsing as wave after wave of nauseating agony radiated from his dislocated shoulder. Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, mixing with the freezing wind.
Donita let out a blood-curdling shriek. She stumbled backward, her high heels tangling, and fell hard onto her backside. She scrambled away, her hands scraping against the rough concrete, her eyes wide with absolute, paralyzing terror.
Inside the supercar, Elvera watched through the tinted, bulletproof glass. She didn't gasp. She watched the precise, brutal efficiency of Brant's movements. A slow, appreciative smirk touched the corner of her mouth.
Brant stood over Crockett's writhing body. His breathing hadn't even accelerated. He looked down at the man with the detached boredom of someone taking out the trash.
Brant reached into the breast pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a folded, black silk pocket square.
Slowly, methodically, Brant wiped his left hand, dragging the silk over his knuckles and palm, erasing the invisible taint of having touched Crockett.
Crockett was hyperventilating, his face pressed against the dirty asphalt, groaning in agony.
Donita fumbled in her coat pocket, pulling out her phone with shaking hands. "I'm calling the police!" she sobbed hysterically. "You're a monster! I'm calling the cops!"
Brant finished wiping his hand. He let the black silk square drop. It fluttered in the wind and landed directly on Crockett's sweating, pale cheek.
Brant turned his head slowly, locking his dead eyes onto Donita.
"Call them," Brant said. His voice was flat, devoid of any inflection. "Tell them exactly what happened. But understand this."
He took one step toward her. Donita scrambled backward again, whimpering.
"If either of you ever breathe the same air as my sister again," Brant said, the lethal promise hanging heavy in the freezing wind, "the next thing I snap won't be a shoulder. It will be a neck."
Donita dropped her phone. It clattered onto the pavement. She clamped her hands over her mouth, violently shaking her head, too terrified to even sob out loud.
Brant held her gaze for one more second, ensuring the message was branded into her skull. Then, he turned away.
He walked around the front of the supercar, his heavy boots crunching on the asphalt, and pulled open the butterfly door. He slid into the driver's seat and pulled the door shut.
The heavy thud of the door sealing shut instantly cut off the sound of Crockett's groans and the howling wind.
Inside the cabin, it was dead silent. The air was thick with the smell of rich leather and the warm, comforting blast of the heater.
Brant pressed the ignition button. The V8 engine roared to life, a deep, powerful vibration that Elvera felt in her chest.
Brant turned his head to look at her. The terrifying, cold-blooded enforcer vanished. His eyes were soft, crinkling at the corners.
"Did I scare you?" Brant asked, his voice a gentle, low rumble. He reached out and adjusted the climate control, turning the heat up a fraction. "Want me to put on some music?"
Elvera leaned back into the plush leather seat. The tension that had coiled in her muscles for years slowly began to unwind.
"No," Elvera said, a genuine smile breaking across her face. "I actually really enjoyed your conflict resolution skills."
Brant chuckled, a deep, rich sound. He shifted the car into drive.
The supercar launched forward with neck-snapping acceleration. The G-force pressed Elvera back into her seat. Through the rearview mirror, she watched the pathetic figures of Donita and Crockett shrink into tiny, insignificant dots on the dark Brooklyn street.
The car merged onto the main avenue, leaving the decay and hypocrisy of the Wright family far behind.
Brant kept his eyes on the road, his large hands resting easily on the steering wheel.
"Welcome home, Elvera," Brant said softly.
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Instead of showing remorse, her cousin shamelessly mocked her background, while her ex aggressively lunged at her to destroy the photographic evidence she had just captured.
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Her ex spat the words to threaten her, and the nightmare only escalated when Elva returned to her uncle's estate, where Warren confirmed he was indeed selling her off for a business connection.
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They looked at her like a pathetic, orphaned burden they could bleed dry, fully expecting her to drop to her knees, cry, and accept her miserable fate without a single word of defiance.
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9.1
What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child?
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Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her.
However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her.
Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives.
With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuild her life.
Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else.
She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies.
Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He determined to win Ariadne back.
BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?
8.2
Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
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He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
8.0
After years of a freezing, loveless marriage, my billionaire husband Israel finally threw me out to make room for his new lover, Ayla.
Before I even packed my bags, he ordered a crew to shred the Dogwood tree in our backyard and pour thick concrete into the crater, claiming it was a symbol of my infidelity.
He didn't know that buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of our unborn baby.
Stripped of everything, I tried to rebuild my shattered life by securing a supporting role in an indie film.
But Israel bought the entire production studio just to cast Ayla as the lead, demanding I act as her pathetic stepping stone.
When I refused, he cornered me on set with a sickening audio recording.
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9.5
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