Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret
For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk.
The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for.
"You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip."
My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father.
I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth.
But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app.
They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move.
"Get dressed. We're going to a party."
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Chapter 3
Susan Miller stood frozen, her hands twisting in the fabric of her apron. She looked like she was waiting for an explosion.
Aria didn't wait for an invitation. She dropped her bag by the door and walked straight to the woman. She didn't offer a handshake. She stepped into Susan's personal space and wrapped her arms around her.
Susan went rigid. Then, a sob broke from her throat, and she collapsed against Aria, her arms coming up to clutch at Aria's back with desperate strength.
She smelled of cheap laundry detergent and onions. It was the smell of a home that was lived in, not curated. Aria closed her eyes for a second, inhaling it. It settled something jagged inside her chest.
Behind them, the teenage boy, Leo, scoffed loudly. He turned around, his face twisted in a scowl. He had the same nose as Aria.
Frank cleared his throat nervously. "This is... this is everyone. That's Leo. And Toby."
The little boy behind the couch stared at the reflective buckle on Aria's backpack. He took a tentative step forward.
"And Jenny," Frank added, gesturing to a girl walking out of the kitchen. She was holding a stack of mismatched plates. She looked at Aria with cool, guarded eyes, nodding once before setting the table.
"Shoes," Aria said, looking down at her boots. She kicked them off.
There were no guest slippers. Just the scuffed wooden floor. Aria stepped onto the wood in her socks. She could feel the grain, the imperfections.
"Dinner is ready," Frank said, his voice overly bright. "Meatloaf."
They sat around a table that was meant for four, squeezing in a fifth chair. Knees bumped against knees. Elbows knocked together.
Aria looked at the plate in front of her. It had a chip on the rim. Leo was watching her, waiting for her to sneer at it. Waiting for the princess to complain.
She picked up her fork. She cut a large piece of the meatloaf, which was heavy on the filler and light on the meat, and put it in her mouth. She chewed slowly.
It was salty. It was dense.
"It's better than the French food uptown," Aria said. She looked at Susan. "Thank you."
Susan beamed, wiping her eyes. "Eat, eat. You're too skinny."
Leo slammed his fork down. "Oh, come on. Stop acting. We know you're used to caviar. You're probably laughing at us inside."
"Leo!" Frank snapped. "That is enough!"
The table went silent. Toby shrank back in his chair.
Aria put her fork down. The metal clicked against the ceramic. She turned her head slowly to look at Leo. Her expression was unreadable.
"I don't need caviar," she said, her voice low and even. "I need a family."
Leo opened his mouth to retort, but the words died in his throat. He looked away, flushing red.
Jenny paused with her glass halfway to her mouth, her eyes narrowing as she reassessed Aria.
Under the table, a small hand tugged on Aria's jeans. It was Toby. He pushed a bottle of ketchup toward her.
"It makes it better," he whispered.
Aria took the bottle. She winked at him. Toby giggled, his face turning pink.
When the meal was over, Aria stood up and began stacking the plates.
"No, no, Miss... Aria, you are a guest!" Susan protested, trying to take the plates from her.
"I live here now," Aria said. "I do my share."
She carried the stack to the sink. She turned on the tap, the pipes groaning before spitting out water. She grabbed the sponge and began to scrub. Her movements were efficient, though she braced her hip against the counter to take the weight off her lower back. She cleaned the dishes with the same methodical precision she used to disassemble firearms.
Jenny leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
"You washed dishes at the Carlisle mansion?" she asked, skepticism dripping from her tone.
"No," Aria said, rinsing a glass and setting it in the rack without looking. "But I learn fast."
In the living room, Leo turned on the TV, blasting the volume to drown out the sound of her voice.
Aria dried her hands on a rag. She walked out of the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room. In the corner, covered by an old sheet, stood an easel. It was dusty. Neglected.
She filed that information away.
Frank gestured toward a closed door. "Your... your room is this way."
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8.2
Warning: this book contains strong sexual content, smuts and explicit scenes and is strictly for readers over the age of 18.
Author pov: To my readers who are wondering if bikers men fuck as much as they ride--yes, they do. but these aren't super-heroes or the cute boy next door.They take.They claim and make you beg for more.
For years, Daisy endured the mistreatment from her husband who was the president of the fallen-saints MC but tragedy struck when he got into an accident and lost his life.But even in his death, her husband showed her how much he hated her, he left everything to the hands of his mistress and the secret son they had leaving her hopeless and penniless.
Broken by his hatred for her Daisy took his death as good fate and decided to start afresh, far away from the life she lived with him. but not until she ran into his rival Christian Blackwood.
Christian Blackwood is the President of the hell-hounds motorcycle club and the perfect definition of a devil in human clothing. He is known to be ruthless , cold and most importantly without emotions and her husband sworn enemy.
But somehow Daisy finds herself in the world of the man she was warned never to cross.
The man who suddenly lurks in her shadows and wants her all to himself.
Somehow she finds hers back in the world she vowed to run away from but this time it was just any world it was his world.
Feelings become obsessions and obsession burns into something unthinkable.
Rules are broken and rivalry's are heightened and not just that dark secrets are unveiled.
8.2
I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant.
It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication.
Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York.
My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm.
Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match.
I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life.
"Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!"
But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died.
As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died.
I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.
8.9
Ellie Carter was already losing everything.
Seven days from eviction. No money. No safety net. Life had been unraveling for so long that survival alone felt like the only plan she had. Until she collided with Todd Blackwood-a billionaire CEO who doesn't rescue anyone. He owns outcomes, not hearts. And yet, when fate threw her into his orbit, Ellie realized she had entered a battlefield where every choice mattered-and every misstep could cost far more than she ever imagined.
What started as a contract became a war. Todd's dangerous ex-fiancée returned, armed with secrets designed to destroy them both, and the rules that were meant to protect Ellie turned into weapons against her. Survival alone was no longer enough. Ellie had to navigate power without losing herself, desire without surrendering, and trust without being destroyed.
Todd had built an empire on precision and control, but Ellie challenged him in ways that were infuriating and exhilarating. She could not be manipulated, and he could not dictate the outcome. Their connection became a dangerous dance where love and strategy collided-and where falling for each other could be the deadliest move of all.
As betrayal and temptation tested them, Ellie discovered that victory came not from submission, but from mastery. Every choice shifted alliances, every secret had consequences, and every move demanded courage. Todd was constant in ways few could be, and Ellie learned that strength could be shared without surrendering.
In a world where power and love are weapons, Ellie must decide how far she will go to protect herself, her family, and the life she has fought to reclaim. When the dust settles, only one truth remains: nothing worth having is ever given-it must be earned, defended, and chosen.
9.7
Twenty three years Lisa, has it all brains, beauty and a thriving career as an interior designer.
What she doesn't have is any interest in marriage, especially not to Thomas Nicklson, Her family's arrogant business partner's son. She would rather stay single forever than be shackled to him.
To escape the unwanted marriage, Lisa
takes her best friend's advice and hires James, a charming stranger she meets in a gay bar, to pose as her fiancé. The deal is simple: pretend to be in love for a year, keep her parents at pay, and then walk away. Easy
Until the line between real and fake begins to blur.
What Lisa doesn't know is that James is hiding a secret big enough to change everything, and falling for her fake fiancé might be the riskiest move of all.
7.1
To survive a forced one-year marriage contract with the ultra-wealthy Chavez family, Averi Marsh disguised herself as a pathetic, ugly duckling.
She caked her flawless skin in muddy yellow foundation, wore thick glasses, and played the part of a trembling, uneducated orphan.
The entire family treated her like literal garbage.
The youngest brother publicly swore he would rather cut off his own hand than marry a piece of trailer park trash.
Her nominal fiancé, Clarke, looked at her with cold disdain, allowing his glamorous companion to humiliate Averi by forcing her into a neon pink clown dress.
At a high-society party, a socialite shoved her into an infinity pool, laughing as the heavy fabric dragged her to the bottom.
They all wanted to see the poor girl broken, humiliated, and driven out of their pristine world.
What they didn't know was that beneath the hideous sweaters was a breathtaking, lethal predator.
They had no idea she was 'Spectre', the undefeated underground racing god who had just humiliated the arrogant Clarke on the track.
They didn't know she could shatter a bully's wrist in seconds or bankrupt their wealthy friends with a single text message.
But when the chlorinated pool water washed away her ugly makeup, the family's ambitious second son caught a glimpse of her true, flawless face.
The game of hide-and-seek was officially over.
The Chavez family thought they were torturing a helpless sheep, but they were about to realize they had locked themselves in a cage with a wolf.
8.0
Three years of blame, one day of freedom and a lifetime of revenge.
Elena Torres was called barren. For three years, her billionaire husband Jack and his cruel family made her believe that her inability to conceive made her worthless.
After a bitter divorce and a single reckless night with a stranger who awakens the fire inside her, Elena vanished. Years later, she returns With a new name, wealthy, and twin children whose father remains a mystery. She is no longer the discarded wife. She is now power itself.
"Let's find a new daddy for mummy," One of her twin sons said when Jack was on his knees, begging.
"That's our daddy." The other twin points across the room, to the most feared billionaire in the world, who freezes the moment his eyes lock on Elena.
"We meet again my Sunray."