The Betrayed Heiress's Ruthless Fake Marriage

Everyone dismissed me as a shallow party girl who got lucky landing Zane Sterling. At my own engagement party, I led the press straight to suite 2808, where my fiancé was undressing my innocent stepsister. Cameras flashed as I played the heartbroken victim—then tore her gown open myself, turning her into a public joke. My furious father and stepmother cut me off and forced me into marriage with Chace Henderson, the crippled illegitimate son of a rival family. They thought they were caging a ruined bride. They didn't know I secretly control 35% of the family empire and command my own intelligence network. Even better, my "paralyzed" husband can walk perfectly fine—and together, we'll give them the disaster of the century.

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Chapter 1

"To our future," Heidi Bolton said, her voice smooth as silk. She lifted a champagne flute, the crystal catching the ballroom's light.

Her carefully crafted smile was flawless.

Zane Sterling, her fiancé, was momentarily dazzled by her smile. He'd already had enough to make his head swim. But under Heidi's expectant gaze, his vanity won.

He took the glass. "To our future."

He downed it in one smooth motion. The guests surrounding them applauded politely.

Whispers followed Heidi like a shadow.

"Can you believe it? The Bolton girl actually went after a Sterling. I mean, look at Heidi, she could have done better, but why settle for a degenerate like Zane Sterling?"

"It's because of the money. She's basically selling herself. Her father must be getting a nice sum out of this engagement."

"Who asked her to be so unloved? She's been uncared for since her mother died. Her family doesn't care at all that she's become Zane Sterling's plaything."

Heidi heard it all. She felt nothing. Her focus was a laser point on Zane. She watched him swallow, the corner of her mouth ticking up. She plucked another identical flute from a passing waiter's tray but only took a delicate sip.

"I have a surprise for you upstairs," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. The warmth of her breath was a lie. "Presidential suite. 2808. Give me ten minutes."

Zane's eyes lit up with a greedy fire. He squeezed her waist, his touch possessive and crude.

"I'll be there."

As he turned away, the smile on Heidi's face evaporated. It was replaced by a look of undisguised disgust. She placed her untouched champagne on a tray without a second glance.

Her eyes scanned the opulent ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria, a sea of black ties and designer gowns. They landed on her target.

Carra Bolton. Her stepsister.

Carra stood in a circle of fawning socialites, clad in a seemingly understated but unmistakably luxurious custom-made white gown. The dress made her look more like the star of today's engagement than Heidi.

Heidi glided toward her, the sequins on her fire-red minidress shimmering like scales.

"Thank you," Heidi said, ignoring the jab. "To be honest, Carra, I've always envied you. Zane always tells me to learn from you."

A smug smile tugged at Carra's lips.

The fish was taking the bait. Heidi continued, her tone unhurried. "He booked suite 2208 upstairs. He mentioned something about a family heirloom."

"An heirloom?" Carra's brow furrowed slightly, but her eyes had already begun to shift—from wariness to a poorly concealed, greedy curiosity.

"Yes." Heidi sighed, playing the part of a heartbroken fiancée. "Passed down for generations. Supposedly priceless. But he doesn't seem keen on giving it to me. He said if I could learn to be as gentle and virtuous as you, maybe he'd hand it over tonight."

Carra's breathing turned uneven. This was an opportunity. Zane might not be much, but if she could play her cards right and walk away with top-tier jewelry, it would be worth it. Heidi had no skill—even engaged, she couldn't secure the heirloom. That left the door wide open for Carra. She bit her lip, then turned and slipped through a side door, heading for the corridor that led to the elevators.

Heidi watched her go, her green eyes cold as ice.

In a dimly lit corner of the grand ballroom, Chace Henderson saw everything. From his wheelchair, he had a perfect vantage point. He watched Heidi offer the champagne. He watched her whisper in Zane's ear, then in Carra's. A flicker of pure appreciation curved his lips.

This woman, the one the world had dismissed as a brainless "It Girl," was far more interesting than anyone knew.

Heidi checked her watch. Carra was on her way up. Phase one was complete.

She began to move through the crowd, her path deliberate. Her next target was Carra's mother, her stepmother, Jimmie Webster.

"Jimmie, I'm so worried," Heidi said, her voice loud enough for the surrounding matrons to hear. "Zane has been ignoring me all night. He's had so much to drink." She was laying the foundation for her own alibi.

Ten minutes passed.

Heidi's expression shifted from pouty complaint to genuine "concern."

"I'm going to go check on him," she announced to Jimmie. "I'm worried."

She grabbed the arms of a few of the more notorious gossips nearby. "Will you come with me? I'm scared to go alone."

They were thrilled at the prospect of drama.

The group moved like a hunting party toward the elevators. Heidi led the way, her face a mask of anxiety, her heart a block of ice.

They arrived at suite 2808. The door was slightly ajar.

From inside, they could hear the sounds of a struggle. A man's grunts, and a woman's panicked, muffled cries.

"No... Zane... It's me, Carra! Not Heidi!"

The women with Heidi gasped, their hands flying to their mouths.

Heidi looked as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her body swayed. Then, with a surge of adrenaline, she kicked the door wide open.

The scene inside was ugly. Zane, his eyes glazed over from the drug and alcohol, was tearing at Carra's dress. Her face was a mess of tears and terror.

"Zane Sterling!" Heidi screamed, a raw, primal sound that ripped through the air.

The shriek cut through Zane's drugged haze. He looked up, his vision blurring. He saw Heidi. Behind her, a crowd of shocked faces, their phones already out.

The flash of a camera was like a gunshot in the silent room.

Downstairs, in the ballroom, Chace Henderson's phone vibrated. A push notification from Page Six.

BREAKING: Bolton-Sterling Engagement Implodes. Groom-to-be Caught with Bride's Sister in Hotel Suite.

Chace switched off the screen. He looked out at the New York skyline, a universe of glittering lights. For the first time in a very long time, a woman had genuinely captured his interest.

He picked up his phone and sent a text to his assistant.

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Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! "Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?" Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles. Fuck! His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent tremor shot through my whole body. A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian." I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came. Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch. I cursed myself in my mind. He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad. "This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me." Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh God. His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch. And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey. He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force. That rhythm. Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth. "Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?" He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts. "Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?" My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him. A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat. "Good. so good." My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason. I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart. He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came. He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts. He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention. His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey. Fuck! My hips jerked upward without control. My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole. "I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian." -- I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-

Action Romance Werewolf

7.7

Genius Wife's Revenge: Too Late For Regret

7.7

For two years, I played the role of the "Midwestern mistake," the mousey wife Julian Ford-Sterling IV kept hidden like a shameful secret. I hid my true self behind thick glasses and ashen foundation, acting as the perfect, cowed charity case while he lived a life of marble and indifference. The day our marriage contract ended, the headlines were already screaming about his affair with Hollywood’s sweetheart, Lana Vane. Julian didn't even grant me a final conversation; he simply sent his legal team to hand me divorce papers that gave me nothing—no alimony, no shares, just a non-disclosure agreement and a one-way ticket out of his life. I signed the papers and walked away, but a drugged encounter in a dark club that same night led me back into his arms. We collided in the shadows, two strangers stripped of their titles, but I fled before dawn, accidentally leaving behind my vintage silver locket. By the time I reached my secret design studio the next morning, I discovered Julian had executed a hostile takeover of my entire life’s work. To my horror, Lana Vane was already there, clutching my stolen locket and shamelessly claiming she was the woman Julian had spent the night with. Julian stood before me in his charcoal suit, looking at me with total lack of recognition. To him, I was just a "gold-digging" architect he had bought along with the furniture. I watched them together, the man who had discarded me and the woman who had stolen my identity, realizing that Julian was obsessed with the genius of "Rose" while despising the woman who stood right in front of him. He had no idea that the wife he’d just divorced was the very person he was now desperate to control. I straightened my spine, my violet-blue eyes cold and lethal behind my new designer frames. "Mr. Ford-Sterling, you wanted the best designer in the city? You’ve got her. But you should know—I don't just build empires. I know exactly how to tear them down."

Action Mystery Romance

9.1

His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior

9.1

I was standing in five thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace when I received the medical report. My fiancé, Dante de Rossi, the future Don of Chicago, had gotten another woman pregnant. He didn't apologize. He didn't beg. He looked me in the eye and called it a "strategic necessity." "Isobel saved my life five years ago," he said coldly. "I owe her this child. You will raise it as your own. It is the price of the Peace Treaty." He forced me to cancel our engagement photos so he could take them with her. He took her on the vacation meant for our honeymoon. At dinner, he ordered me the seafood risotto, completely forgetting my deadly shellfish allergy, while fussing over Isobel’s water temperature. When I tried to leave, he cornered me. "You are a mob wife, Nina. Act like one. She is the hero who saved me." I wanted to laugh. Because five years ago, in that alley, Isobel wasn't even there. I was the one in the mask. I was the one who stitched his femoral artery and saved his life, risking my own medical license. He was destroying our twenty-year relationship to pay a debt to a liar. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply picked up a red marker and walked to the calendar. On the day of our wedding, while Dante stood at the altar waiting for his obedient Queen, I was already boarding a one-way flight to the other side of the world. I left him nothing but four words scrawled across the date: "Let's break up, Dante."

Action Mafia Romance

9.0

Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

9.0

My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse. While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text. "I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral." He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream. The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone. Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left? I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently. Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building. I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle. "I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives." I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

The End of Staying

9.6

After five years of marriage, Shane has never shared an intimate night with his wife, Suzanna Jones. Despite her rank as a military commander, she constantly abandons Shane for her widowed brother-in-law, Eric. When an anniversary encounter is ruined by Eric’s latest emergency, Suzanna chooses him over Shane yet again. Discovering them in a compromising position, Shane realizes her indifference. This action-packed modern romance follows his decision to finally walk away from a one-sided relationship.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

The Jilted Heiress's Lethal Comeback

9.6

Framed for manslaughter and abandoned by her powerful family, Avery Knox reinvented herself as Wraith, a lethal black-ops commander. When her ten-year-old brother Ethan is kidnapped by traffickers, she hijacks a military transport and rescues him—only to walk into a worse nightmare at home. Her cousin Jared, the man who orchestrated her imprisonment, is assaulting her mother and forcing her to sign away the family company. He threatens to frame Avery for kidnapping and lunges for Ethan. In that moment, the last trace of the girl they destroyed dies. Avery shatters his wrists and kneecaps, then signals her strike team. She's not just protecting her family—she's erasing the Knox empire from existence.

Action Adventure Modern Mystery

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