
Pregnant and Abandoned, I Returned as a Hidden Heiress
They say revenge is a dish best served cold.
Mine's been chilling for five years.
The night James Reed kicked me out of his life, I was pregnant, penniless, and naive enough to believe love mattered more than money.
He taught me better. When you're bleeding out in the rain, clutching your stomach while your best friend laughs from his doorway, you learn exactly what you're worth to people like them.
Zero.
But the woman who nearly died that night? She stayed dead. The one who came back is someone else entirely.
Anna Quinn. Lost daughter of California's most powerful family. CEO of her own pharmaceutical empire. And the silent majority shareholder in James Reed's failing company.
He's about to learn what happens when you build an empire on stolen foundations. His marriage has cracks he doesn't see. And the investors keeping him afloat? They answer to me now.
He thinks he's untouchable. That my formula made him invincible.
But success built on stolen work has a way of crumbling when the original genius decides to pull the rug out.
I don't want him back.
I want him ruined.
And this time, I'm the one holding all the cards.
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Chapter 3
ANNA'S POV
My heart sank as if a stone had dropped into my stomach. I had hidden that slip deep inside a box at the back of my storage room. I thought no one would ever find it. I wasn't ready to tell anyone.
So how had she found it?
I had even managed to forget, at least for a little while, that something was growing inside me.
I had gone to the hospital two days ago because I was feeling sick, and I walked out with the news that I was four weeks pregnant. That was supposed to be my secret. The one I wanted to share with James when he finally proposed. But now here I was, cornered, exposed, standing alone with my mother's fury crashing down on me.
"You dare ask me what you did?" she shouted, her chest rising and falling. "This is what you've been doing with your life? After everything I sacrificed for you, after all the money I spent raising you, you repay me by spreading your legs and getting pregnant like a common street girl? If Bella hadn't found this, was this how you'd have kept us in the dark?"
I froze, my lips trembling. So that was it. My younger sister. She must have found it while snooping around. My mother never stepped foot into my storage room.
That storage room, if it could even be called a room, was where I slept. Four walls crammed with old boxes and broken furniture. Meanwhile, Bella, the favorite child, slept in a room decorated like a princess's.
Ever since my father became sick, I had been cast aside. Sometimes I even wondered if my mother was truly the one who birthed me, because of how she treated me more like a maid than a daughter. Even the maid in our house was better off than me.
"Mom, please, it's not what you think..." I pleaded.
"Not what I think?" she cut me off, her eyes blazing. "Do you think I'm blind? Do you think I don't know what this means? You've ruined yourself. You've ruined this family."
I stood there, numb. My tears had already run out hours ago, but hearing her words broke something inside me all over again.
"Who's responsible?" she yelled.
"It's James's," I whispered, my throat so dry the words barely came out. "He's the father."
She let out a bitter laugh that cut me deeper than any slap. "James? That poor thing? That man has nothing, and you chose to tie yourself to him?"
"I love him, Mom. I thought..." My voice cracked, breaking into a sob. "I thought we were going to get married. I thought..."
"Thought? Thought?" she barked, her eyes wild. "Where did your thoughts get you? Look at yourself! Look at the disgrace you've brought into my house!"
At that moment, Bella strolled in, holding her tablet. She didn't even look sorry. She thrust it in front of our mom, showing her the screen.
"Mom, look."
My mother snatched the tablet and squinted at it. I didn't need to see it, I already knew. James, my boyfriend, kneeling in his expensive suit, sliding the ring onto Melissa's finger.
My own best friend wearing a ring meant for me with cameras flashing around them. His smile wide, full of joy.
My stomach turned.
My mother hissed and shoved the tablet back at my sister. She looked at me with disgust. "So, this is the man you threw your life away for? This is the man you trusted with your body, with your future? He has abandoned you in front of the whole world, Anna. And now you want me to take care of you and his unwanted child?"
I shook my head violently, tears spilling again despite my exhaustion. "No! Mom, please listen. I can raise this child. I will. Just give me time. Don't throw me away like he did. Please, Mom, you're all I have left."
She crossed her arms, her lips curling. "And how do you plan to raise a child, Anna? With what money? With that low-pay job of yours? Even the man who is responsible has deserted you. Tell me, how will you do it?"
"You have only one option left and that is to remove that thing from your womb," she added.
Her words cut through me like knives. I wanted to collapse right there. But I forced myself to stand.
"I can't abort it," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'm Rh negative. The doctor said if I lose this baby without treatment, I may never carry another. This could be my only chance to have a child, Mom."
For a second, I thought she would soften. For a second, I hoped she would look at me not as a disgrace but as her daughter who was hurting.
But her eyes only hardened.
"Then you leave me no choice," she said coldly. She clapped her hands, calling the maids. Two of them appeared, carrying my bags.
I stared, my heart dropping to my stomach. They were already packed.
She had been waiting for this.
"Mom... no." My knees buckled as I stepped forward. "Please don't do this. Please, I have nowhere to go. I've lost everything already. Don't strip me of shelter too."
Her face remained stone. "You made your choice when you opened your legs for him. You chose him and the bastard in your womb over your family. Now live with the consequences."
The maids dropped the bags by the door.
"Mom," I whispered again, my voice breaking completely. "Please..."
But she didn't even look at me. She turned her face away as though I disgusted her.
The maids stepped forward, one of them reaching for my arm. I jerked away, clutching my stomach instinctively, as if to shield the tiny life inside me from the cruelty of the world.
They dragged my bags outside and left them there. My sister watched from the corner, smirking faintly like she had won some secret battle.
It didn't surprise me really. I never saw her as my sister. Melissa filled that shoe, atleast I thought she did..
Standing at the threshold with tears pouring down my cheeks, I looked back one last time. I wanted to believe my mom would change her mind, that she would call me back, that she would say she didn't mean it.
But the door shut in my face with a bang that echoed in my chest.
Betrayed by my boyfriend and my best friend and now thrown away from my home by my own mother.
What did I do to deserve all this misfortune happening to me in one day? Who did I offend?
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9.0
I was a wolfless Omega, forced into a humiliating contract with Alpha Declan just to keep my mother's life support running.
Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret.
But one night, I unlocked his tablet and discovered the sickening truth.
He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava.
While I was fed gray nutrient paste like a stray dog, he was parading them around as his perfect family.
He even moved them into the master suite and tossed out the last wooden toy belonging to my dead son.
Worse, I found out my own stepbrother was Karly's spy, helping them keep me in the dark.
The week I was hemorrhaging in the hospital, terrified of losing my baby, Declan wasn't fighting a border war. He was buying Karly diamonds in Paris.
The week my mother suffered a massive stroke, he abandoned her to take his secret daughter skiing.
I was entirely alone, a convenient shield for his lies.
But the absolute betrayal burned away my lingering grief, leaving behind a freezing, unbreakable clarity.
I didn't just want a divorce anymore; I wanted to burn their entire world to ash.
So, I slipped a forged termination agreement into his stack of Pack contracts.
Blinded by his own arrogance, the Alpha signed my freedom without even looking.
Holding the legal key to my cage and a folder full of his treacherous secrets, I sped out of the manor and dialed an encrypted number.
"It's time. Unleash hell."

9.6
For four years, I played the perfect, naive, low-income wife to my wealthy husband Duke, completely hiding my true identity as a top-secret DARPA scientist.
On our anniversary, I discovered he was having an affair with an old-money socialite named Adelia.
He used our marital assets to buy her a half-million-dollar Birkin bag, but that wasn't the worst part.
While hiding in a parking garage, I recorded him telling his mistress that the daily prenatal vitamins he lovingly gave me were actually high-dose contraceptives.
He had secretly sterilized me to ensure I would never produce a "low-class" heir, planning to toss me aside with a tiny settlement in six months.
When I confronted him, he violently attacked me, smashed my head against a marble dresser, and locked me in our bedroom.
I thought of the four years I spent crying in doctors' offices, blaming my own body for my infertility, while he held my hand and comforted me with perfect, monstrous concern.
I didn't wait to be punished.
I climbed down the second-story balcony in the dark, leaving behind every diamond and luxury bag he had ever given me.
Sitting in the back of a taxi, I wiped the blood from my forehead and opened a secure app on my phone.
"Divorce fraud. Initiate sequence."
It was time for him to finally meet Dr. Patterson.

9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.

8.3
Five years ago, a silver bullet meant for Alpha Liam shattered my spine. I took the shot to save him, and in exchange, my inner wolf went silent. I became a ghost in my own pack—the barren Luna.
But gratitude has an expiration date. Liam brought Sarah home, claiming she was just a "designated breeder" for the heir I couldn't provide.
It was a lie. When Sarah faked a fall, Liam didn't defend me. To appease the Elders, he ordered me to be whipped with silver lashes.
He watched from the balcony as I bled.
Later, on the day he marked her, he drained my rare blood to save her from a "miscarriage," then handed me a one-way ticket to Paris.
"It's for your safety," he said, exiling me to make room for his new family.
I looked at the man I sacrificed everything for. He didn't see a wife; he saw a resource to be used and discarded. He thought he could break me and send me away quietly.
So, I gave him exactly what he wanted: a dead Luna.
I didn't board the plane to Paris. Instead, I let him watch the news report that Flight 815 had crashed into the Atlantic with no survivors.
While he went mad with grief, realizing Sarah was a fraud, I was in the North, unlocking the White Wolf he thought was gone forever.
When we met again, I wasn't his broken wife. I was holding another Alpha's hand.
"Liam Vance," I smiled, my eyes glowing white. "I reject you."

7.6
Cassie was sold to a terrifying billionaire as a substitute bride.
To protect herself, she glued a grotesque, fake burn scar to her face.
Her adoptive family and her ex-fiancé had stolen her massive trust fund, locked her in an asylum for years, and finally threw her to the wolves. They expected the ruthless Dane Frederick to torture and kill her the moment he saw her ruined face.
At her ex's grand engagement party, her family publicly humiliated her. They mocked her cheap clothes, laughed at her scarred cheek, and even raised their hands to beat her, fully believing she was a helpless freak with no one to rely on.
"Get on your knees and apologize, and I'll write you a check so you don't starve on the streets."
But they didn't expect the billionaire to kick down the doors, wrap his coat around her, and bankrupt their entire bloodline overnight.
Yet, as Cassie stood in the dark and peeled off her fake silicone scar to reveal her flawless face, a deeper terror gripped her.
Tracing her stolen funds, she uncovered a name that made her blood run cold: The Syndicate.
It was the exact nightmare organization that had locked her in the asylum. Why were they controlling her family? And why did the billionaire look at her with such desperate, hidden nostalgia?
Cassie opened her encrypted laptop and dropped into the Dark Web.
She wasn't just a discarded bride. She was the legendary hacker "Nyx," and she was going to burn them all to the ground.

9.3
Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently.
Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi.
He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund.
The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened.
Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel.
"You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony.
Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin.
Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place.
Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away.
She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room.
She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had.
That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face.
Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him.
Her baby was alive.
With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.