
Prison Made Her A Loser? The Real Heiress Is The Power Queen!
After five years in prison, Alexia longed for freedom and the family she thought awaited her-only to discover a deadly plot orchestrated by the sister they cherished.
In her final moments, she realized those years were a sacrifice made to protect a bunch of leeches.
Reborn, she abandoned all hope for family and reshaped herself in darkness, turning pain into power.
Quietly, she began her revenge, using a dangerous man as her pawn to execute every step flawlessly and crush those who betrayed her.
But as she played her game, he pulled her closer and warned, "Think you can use me and walk away? Not a chance."
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Chapter 2
The Rolls-Royce drove into the underground parking area of the Central Business District.
Once the car came to a stop, the driver stepped out and guided Alexia toward a private elevator reserved for direct access to the CEO's office.
Up on the highest floor, a man dressed in a tailored black suit stood before a wide glass window, watching the flow of traffic far below.
A soft knock sounded at the office door before the secretary spoke. "Mr. Campbell, Miss White is here."
At that, he turned around without rushing.
The moment Alexia saw his face, a quiet gasp slipped out.
This was the first time she had ever stood face to face with Ethan Campbell, the man everyone had been talking about in the business world.
The polished image shown in the media didn't fully capture him. There was something far more imposing in person. His presence carried weight, and the way his eyes settled on someone felt sharp and unyielding, like he was assessing rather than simply looking.
Compared to what she expected, he felt far more dangerous.
Ethan's gaze stayed on her as if measuring every detail. "You're Lia?"
Alexia gave a small nod. "Yes."
A faint crease appeared between his brows.
The person standing in front of him didn't match the image he had formed in his mind.
Five years earlier, Campbell Group had been caught in a storm within the market. Meetings dragged on without any real progress from the board.
Right in the middle of that chaos, an email from Lia had landed in Ethan's inbox for the first time.
The message laid out the direction the market would take and detailed what the company needed to do next.
At first, Ethan dismissed it. However, the events that followed proved every point in that email correct.
From that point on, whenever the market shifted, another message from Lia would arrive without fail over the next five years.
Doubt had once shaped Ethan's view, but over time, that doubt gave way to complete reliance.
What started as a few short emails ended up pushing Campbell Group's market share up by twenty percent.
Not long ago, their international business ran into trouble when new policies were introduced overseas.
Just then, another message from Lia appeared in Ethan's inbox.
This time, there were no detailed steps or solutions laid out. Instead, the message asked for a direct meeting.
Someone who could read market shifts so clearly and offer such precise directions should have been challenging.
Yet the woman standing in front of him looked fragile enough to be knocked over by a passing breeze.
Ethan studied her in silence before speaking. "Give me a reason to believe you're Lia."
Alexia didn't answer right away. Her eyes shifted briefly toward the secretary.
Understanding her intent, Ethan raised a hand, signaling for the secretary to step out.
The office fell quiet as the door closed, leaving only the two of them inside.
"Go on," Ethan said, his voice low. "Convince me."
A faint smile touched Alexia's lips as she began outlining the unresolved problems in Campbell Group's overseas operations. She pointed out two openings that hadn't even crossed Ethan's mind.
Everything she said followed a clear line of reasoning. The information she laid out was thorough, and her conclusions cut straight to the point.
When it came time to explain how to act on it, Alexia stopped.
Lifting her gaze to meet his, she spoke calmly. "Does that answer your question?"
Something shifted in Ethan's expression as he looked at her again, this time with a trace of curiosity.
"So it's you. You've been guiding me for five years," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You've helped me make billions."
Alexia didn't hesitate. "If you want, I can keep working with you."
Ethan kept his eyes on her, studying every detail. "What do you want in return?"
"I need Campbell Group backing me," Alexia said without hesitation.
"That's it?"
"That's enough," Alexia answered. She then added, "Everything else, I'll deal with on my own."
A subtle sense of danger crept into Ethan's thoughts.
Her appearance gave off weakness, yet the look in her eyes told a different story.
Something about her felt concealed and sharp, like a threat waiting beneath the surface, making instinct warn him to stay alert.
His tone dropped. "Sounds like you're asking me to take on quite a risk."
"That's right," she said firmly. "The bigger the risk, the greater the return. Whether you take it or not is your choice, Mr. Campbell."
Silence filled the space between them.
Ethan lowered his gaze to the woman in front of him.
There was a quiet certainty in her posture, almost as if she had already decided he would agree.
"Fine," Ethan said at last. "I'll accept. But Campbell Group doesn't carry dead weight, and it won't be used for someone's personal agenda. If you fail to show results..."
Alexia cut in before he could finish, "You don't need to warn me. You already know what I can do."
For a brief second, Ethan had no reply. Instead of annoyance, a faint sense of interest settled in.
He reached for the phone and dialed his assistant, Dominic Payne, who came in shortly after.
"Dominic, take Miss White to Hillcrest Manor. Let the staff know she's to be treated as an honored guest."
"Understood," Dominic replied.
He turned and led Alexia out of the office.
The door shut behind them with a quiet click.
Left alone, Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the closed door as his fingers tapped slowly against the armrest.
One tap, then another, then a third.
As if something had just occurred to him, he picked up the phone again.
"Look into Alexia's history before prison," he said. "I want everything from those five years inside as well. And keep an eye on her from now on. Report every detail, no matter how small."
After he ended the call, his attention shifted to the email still open on his screen.
The name "Lia" no longer felt as simple as before.
Who was actually in control here?
It had turned into an interesting game.
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8.2
They say Alpha Kael Vorthrane is not a man.
He is a curse.
A beast born from betrayal.
A ruler who destroyed entire packs to build his throne.
And now... he owns mine.
I am Liora Ashwyn.
Daughter of the Dark Moon Alpha.
The girl my own parents handed over like a peace offering when Alpha Kael came for revenge.
I watched him slaughter my pack.
I watched my parents choose me to save themselves.
And I watched his soldiers drag me away to be his "gift."
But when Alpha Kael finally looked at me...
He didn't see a slave.
He saw the daughter of the people who ruined his life.
And he decided I would pay for their sins.
Kael doesn't just want my body.
He wants my fear.
My pride.
My spirit.
He wants to break me slowly.
Because his wolf is insatiable.
Cruel.
Hungry for revenge.
And I am the perfect victim.
But Alpha Kael doesn't know one thing...
I am not as weak as I look.
And the girl he plans to destroy might be the only one capable of destroying him.
Or worse...
Becoming the one thing his wolf never expected.
His perfect mate.

9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.

8.4
"Are you going to treat me like the enemy?" Raffaele asked, hovering over me like a predator.
"You are the enemy," I sneered.
He smiled. "Careful. You're hurting my feelings."
"I hope I can hurt much more than that."
His eyes darkened. "You forget-I'm the one who can break you."
I vowed never to give my heart to a man. Never let one bend me. Never let one own me.
Then a single night changed everything.
When my best friend became a target, I took her place and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Raffaele, My friend's older brother, wasn't supposed to see me. We were never meant to meet but the moment his eyes locked on mine, I became his new obsession.
I don't bend and he doesn't let go.
Suddenly caught up in a world of blood and power, resisting a man like Raffaele might cost me everything...heart, body, and soul.
He wants me, dead or alive.

9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

8.9
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below.
I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty.
Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first.
I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated.
Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child?
I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.

7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.