Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback
I gripped the wheel of my Porsche through a Manhattan downpour, staring at the positive pregnancy test on the passenger seat. Haden's voicemail was my only answer.
A semi swerved into my lane. Brakes failed. I slammed into the guardrail, airbags exploding, pain ripping through my gut.
Headlights pierced the rain. My sister Corrie stepped out under an umbrella, smiling coldly. "Beauvais Fashion is liquidated. Dad's dying." Haden stood beside her, eyes dead, shoving equity papers through the window. "Sign, or no ambulance."
I tore them up. Corrie lit a flare, tossed it onto the gas-soaked seats. Flames whooshed as they walked away.
I woke strapped to an operating table, agony tearing me apart. "No heartbeat," the doctor said. Nurses pinned me down. Instruments invaded. Corrie dropped a death certificate on my chest, then set the room ablaze with alcohol and a cigarette flick.
Smoke choked me. A cabinet blocked the door. I collapsed, burning. Then a man in black burst in, scent of cedar and tobacco, scooping me from the fire.
Five years later, I'd rebuilt myself as Sloane, flawless and cold. I signed a sham marriage to Donavan Mason, nursing his dying grandfather in their estate—the house that swallowed my father's legacy.
Betrayed by my lover and sister, child ripped away, identity erased—how could they do this? Who was the man who saved me?
Now, I infiltrate their world, armed with secrets and scars, ready to burn them all down.
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Chapter 5
Sloane's fingertips brushed the cold metal of the stun pen.
Before she could pull it, Eugene's knee slammed upward, pinning her thigh to the door. His hand shot down, moving with terrifying, inhuman speed.
He ripped the stun pen from her boot. He held it up between them.
With one squeeze of his massive hand, the military-grade plastic cracked. The pen shattered into pieces. He dropped the broken electronics onto the carpet.
Sloane's stomach dropped. She was physically outmatched in every possible way.
Eugene's hand flew back up. He grabbed the front of her mask and ripped it off, taking the glasses with it. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
The dim wall sconce illuminated her face.
Eugene's body went rigid. His eyes narrowed, a dangerous, calculating glint appearing in their depths, before it was instantly swallowed by a dark, violent haze.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. His skin was practically on fire.
"The new bride of Donavan Mason," Eugene snarled, his breath hot against her cheek. "Does your husband know you're sneaking into my club?"
Sloane felt a surge of bile in her throat, her voice cold. "I'm a waitress. Let me go."
Eugene let out a dark, ragged laugh. He pressed his entire body weight against her. The physical evidence of his arousal pressed hard against her stomach.
"A waitress with a military stun pen?" he whispered against her ear.
He buried his face in her neck, his breathing erratic. "The Song Group spiked my whiskey at the table. A military-grade aphrodisiac."
Sloane's eyes widened. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced her chest. She was locked in a room with a drugged apex predator.
She shoved her hands against his chest, pushing with all her might. It was like pushing a brick wall.
Eugene's hand clamped around both of her wrists, pinning them above her head against the door.
"Fix this," he growled, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "Or I call Haden back right now and tell him you're a rat."
Sloane froze. If Haden found out she was here, her entire five-year revenge plan would turn to ash.
"I'll call you a doctor," she gasped, trying to keep her voice steady.
Eugene bit down hard on her collarbone. Sloane winced, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
"I can't have medical records of this," he panted. "You have no choice."
Sloane glared at him, her eyes burning with defiance. "If I do this... what do I get?"
Eugene pulled back slightly. He looked at her, his eyes dark with lust and a twisted kind of respect.
"I destroy Haden's credit permanently," Eugene said, his voice thick. "And I give you the Song Group ledger in the safe."
Sloane's heart pounded in her ears. It was the ultimate weapon. But the price was her own body.
She looked at the silver mask. She thought of her father in the ICU. She thought of the baby she lost in the fire.
Eugene didn't wait for her answer. His patience snapped.
He grabbed her waist, lifted her off the floor, and carried her across the room. He threw her down onto the massive leather sofa.
The world spun. Before Sloane could sit up, Eugene was on top of her.
He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a long, black silk pocket square. He grabbed her wrists, pulled them above her head, and lashed them to the heavy wooden armrest of the sofa.
"You bastard," Sloane hissed, thrashing against the bindings.
"Wall Street is a jungle," Eugene said coldly. "Eat or be eaten."
He grabbed the collar of her uniform and ripped it open. The buttons popped, scattering across the floor. The cold air hit her bare skin.
Sloane squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear of pure humiliation slid down her temple.
Then, the hatred took over. She stopped fighting. She opened her eyes. They were dead, cold, and utterly fearless.
"Keep your promise, Eugene," she whispered. "Or I will drag you to hell with me."
Eugene let out a guttural roar. His control shattered. He crashed his mouth down onto hers, devouring her completely.
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9.3
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
8.1
She thought patience would earn her love.
She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.
7.3
For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure.
When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex."
To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft.
Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King.
He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me.
He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear.
I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye.
But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure.
The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand.
His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest.
"Mine."
I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.
9.6
I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script.
9.0
I was the wolfless orphan taken in by the Blackwood pack, secretly in love with Ryker, the future Alpha.
At the Mating Moon ceremony, the Goddess miraculously chose me as his fated mate.
But instead of a blessing, it became my ultimate nightmare. He dragged me onto the sacred stone in front of the entire pack to publicly humiliate me.
"I reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate!"
He chose a powerful she-wolf over a freak like me. The severing of the bond nearly killed me. I accepted his rejection and fled, living as a rogue for three years to bury the agonizing echo of his betrayal.
When I finally returned to visit his sick father, I was no longer that pathetic, broken girl.
Yet, the very night I arrived, he threw a lavish engagement party with his chosen Luna, a deliberate slap in the face.
I refused to run this time. I walked into his ballroom with my head held high to prove I was finally free of him.
But the moment our eyes met across the crowded room, a soul-crushing agony exploded in my chest.
Across the hall, Ryker let out a harsh gasp, clutching his heart in identical, terrifying pain.
The sacred bond he had so ruthlessly destroyed three years ago wasn't dead.
And now, it was going to destroy us both.