Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Fiancé
For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside.
When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company.
Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence.
When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him.
Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall.
They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock.
They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power.
Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear.
She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts.
"Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground."
But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder.
The real hunt was just beginning.
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Chapter 8
Eleanor lunged forward and violently threw the crumpled fax directly at Kevin's face.
The sharp edge of the thick paper sliced across Kevin's cheekbone. A thin line of bright red blood instantly welled up on his skin.
Kevin gasped, his hand flying up to cover the cut. Audra screamed, rushing to his side, her hands shaking as she touched his face.
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Aurora stepped in front of her parents. Her body shielded them completely. She stared at Eleanor with the eyes of an apex predator looking at its next meal.
Uncle Roger pointed a fat, trembling finger at Aurora. "Do you know what you've done?! The Yates family just pulled all their investments! Our supply chains are frozen! The family is bankrupt because of you!"
Uncle Howard stepped up, his face red with rage. "You curse! You come back for one day and destroy a century of our legacy!"
Aurora looked at the two grown men throwing a tantrum. A cold, mocking sneer twisted her lips. "You bloodsucking parasites. You run the family into the ground, and your only survival plan is to sell a woman? Pathetic."
The insult hit Roger right in his fragile ego. His face turned purple. He waved his hand at the bodyguards. "Teach this bitch a lesson!"
Two massive men, each weighing over two hundred pounds, stepped forward. One reached out his massive hand to grab Aurora's shoulder.
Aurora didn't retreat. She didn't even blink.
She shifted her weight, her hips twisting with explosive kinetic energy. Her right leg snapped up in a vicious, perfectly angled side-kick, driving the heel of her boot directly into the side of the first bodyguard's knee.
CRACK.
The sickening sound of breaking bone echoed in the small room. The giant man let out an agonizing scream and collapsed, his leg bent at a horrifying, unnatural angle.
The second bodyguard's eyes went wide. He reached for the stun baton on his belt.
He was too slow. Aurora stepped into his guard. Her hand formed a rigid blade, and she chopped down hard on the side of his neck.
The man's eyes rolled back, and he dropped to the floor like a sack of dead weight.
It took less than two seconds. Two elite bodyguards were neutralized.
The room fell into a terrified, dead silence.
Eleanor stumbled backward, her cane clicking frantically against the floorboards. She stared at Aurora as if she were looking at a demon. Roger and Howard swallowed hard, shrinking back behind the remaining guards.
Kevin lowered his hand from his bleeding face. He looked at his daughter, standing there, radiating violence to protect him. The decades of cowardice inside him shattered completely.
Kevin pushed past Aurora. He marched right up to his mother, staring down at her with a fire he hadn't felt in years.
"Enough!" Kevin roared, his voice shaking the walls. "If there is no place for us in this house, then we are leaving!"
Eleanor looked at her submissive son in pure shock. Her fear quickly morphed back into toxic pride. "Fine! Walk out that door, and you are dead to this family!"
Kevin gritted his teeth. "I've been suffocating under this filthy name for too long."
Eleanor's hands shook with rage. "Get out! Take nothing! I will make sure you freeze to death on the streets of Redwood City!"
Audra didn't waste a second. She ran into the bedroom and grabbed a single, small duffel bag containing Vera's old belongings. Nothing else.
Aurora looked dead into Eleanor's eyes. Her voice was a soft, lethal promise. "Remember what you said today, old woman. Soon, you will be on your knees begging us to come back."
Eleanor scoffed, trying to mask her lingering terror.
Aurora turned around. She placed a protective hand on her father's back and guided her parents out the door. The remaining bodyguards parted like the red sea, too terrified to even look at her.
Outside, a freezing drizzle had started to fall.
The heavy iron gates of the estate slammed shut behind them with a loud, metallic clang.
Kevin stood in the rain, stripped of his wealth, his home, and his family name. But as he looked out at the street, his back was straighter than it had been in a decade.
Aurora raised her hand and flagged down a passing yellow cab. She opened the door, ushering her parents into the dry backseat.
Before she got in, Aurora looked back at the massive, glowing mansion. Her eyes were devoid of mercy.
She slid into the cab, pulled out her encrypted phone, and sent a two-word text to K. Stone.
Annihilate them.
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9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
9.7
For three years, I believed I had the perfect, flawlessly submissive wife.
But right as I was about to sign a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement to make her go away quietly, I suddenly heard a sharp, ecstatic voice echoing inside my skull.
"Freedom! Long live freedom! I finally shook off this absolute bastard!"
I snapped my head up, only to see Iris sitting across the table, her delicate shoulders trembling as she sobbed into her hands, looking like a shattered woman losing her entire world.
It wasn't a hallucination; I could actually hear her inner thoughts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. My fragile, heartbroken wife was a calculating hypocrite who mentally cursed me out while physically begging me to stay. When I later dragged her out of a nightclub where she was partying half-naked, I heard her true thoughts about our intimacy—she considered our nights together a mere "complimentary clause" in our business contract. Even the loving, home-cooked French dinners I cherished were exposed through her mind to be microwaved Michelin-star takeout.
For three years, I had prided myself on being a dominant, attentive husband, yet I was played for an absolute fool. How could she fake every single tear, every single touch, with such terrifying perfection while viewing me as nothing more than an ATM?
Looking at her cowering on my penthouse floor, clutching an anniversary Birkin bag she secretly planned to sell for a Porsche, a dark rush of power blinded me.
I wasn't just going to let her walk away with my millions anymore; I was going to use my new ability to rip off her mask and utterly destroy her.
9.4
Aria Mcgee was the unwanted second daughter of a decaying Long Island family.
To save their bankrupt corporation, her father and older sister drugged her. They shoved her into a town car and delivered her to a ruthless Wall Street billionaire's bed like a piece of meat.
They expected her to be the perfect sacrifice. The original Aria had no access to her own trust fund and was forced to live in a windowless broom closet. Even worse, a cold, synthetic System voice echoed in her skull, demanding she play the tragic, helpless female lead. It ordered her to endure her family's abuse and suffer the billionaire's humiliation to force a pathetic romance plotline.
"Host must follow the tragic trajectory and achieve the ultimate painful romance."
But the soul that woke up in that bed wasn't a weak, frightened girl. She was a dead Hollywood Oscar-winning actress. Why would a top-tier professional ever agree to play the weeping victim in such a garbage, B-list script?
Instead of trembling in fear as the System commanded, Aria looked at the billionaire and smiled. Using her flawless acting skills, she shattered his ego, extracted a hundred thousand dollars, and walked right out the door. Now, she was heading back to the Mcgee estate, ready to rip her money from her father's greedy hands and burn her sister's life to the ground.
8.1
Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins.
But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace.
He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately.
That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival.
When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog.
Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash.
Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough.
Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg.
"Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison.
"You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her.
They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy.
They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets.
Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice.
"I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy."
It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest.
8.4
To save my toxic family's bankrupt company, I was sold for fifty million dollars to marry Arch Rush III, a notoriously ruthless and paralyzed billionaire.
Because of my severe face blindness, I couldn't even recognize my new husband. I was just a cheap, replaceable pawn. Yet, while my own parents physically abused me and treated me like livestock, my terrifying new husband actually protected me.
But entering the Rush family estate was like stepping into a snake pit. His aristocratic relatives mocked my cheap clothes and even tried to disfigure me with boiling tea.
To further humiliate me in front of a world-renowned neurologist, his grandmother pointed a bony finger at me.
"Go massage his muscles, this is your daily duty now."
Arch glared at me with a lethal warning, but I had no choice. Trembling, I pressed my hands into his thigh.
My heart instantly dropped. Beneath his expensive suit, there was no soft, withered flesh. The muscle contours were tight, dense, and incredibly firm.
How could a man completely paralyzed from the waist down have the legs of an athlete?
Before I could process the terrifying truth, my strong fingers dug into a nerve cluster. Under my touch, his "dead" muscle violently twitched.
The doctor dropped his pen in absolute shock, and I realized I had just accidentally exposed the ruthless billionaire's deadliest secret.