The CEO Fell for His Dead Wife
Regina, a talented medical student from a prominent family, is forced into a contract marriage with Damian Harrison, a ruthless billionaire CEO. But when a chance encounter with a stranger leads to unexpected consequences, Regina's world is turned upside down.
As she rebuilds her life and confronts her past, Regina must navigate a complex web of family secrets, hidden identities, and deceit. Meanwhile, Damian's icy demeanor hides a vulnerable side, and he will stop at nothing to claim the two children she's been raising alone.
With secrets and lies lurking around every corner, Regina must decide whether to trust her heart or her head. Will she find redemption and love, or will the secrets and lies tear them apart?
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Chapter 10
The rain began as they drove.
Not a storm—just a steady, relentless drizzle that blurred the city lights and softened the world into something unreal. Regina sat in the passenger seat, arms wrapped tightly around herself, Julian’s words echoing over and over in her head.
*They’re erasing you.*
She looked down at her hands. Pale. Shaking.
“I don’t understand,” she said hoarsely. “Sasha wouldn’t—she wouldn’t kill me.”
Julian didn’t take his eyes off the road. “She wouldn’t do it herself,” he replied calmly. “She wouldn’t have to.”
The wipers moved back and forth like a metronome, counting down something Regina couldn’t see.
Julian reached into the console and handed her a file. “Read.”
Her fingers fumbled as she opened it. Inside were photographs. Documents. Messages.
Payments.
Instructions.
A planned route.
A car accident on a coastal road known for poor visibility.
A vehicle registered in Regina’s name.
A body burned beyond recognition.
Regina’s vision blurred. “This is… this is insane.”
“No,” Julian said. “This is careful.”
Her stomach turned violently.
“Why?” she whispered.
Julian’s jaw tightened. “Because you’re a liability now. Pregnant. Disgraced. Alive.”
The word *pregnant* hung between them like a curse.
She pressed a hand to her abdomen instinctively, panic surging. “My baby—”
“Will live,” Julian said firmly. “If you do.”
The car slowed as they approached a narrow stretch of road. Waves crashed faintly in the distance, invisible beyond the darkness.
“This is where it happens,” Julian said.
Regina’s breath hitched. “Here?”
“Yes.”
He pulled over.
The rain soaked them instantly as they stepped out. The wind was sharp, cutting through Regina’s thin jacket. Her heart hammered so loudly she thought it might give her away.
Julian opened the trunk.
Inside was another car door—twisted metal, scorched fabric, the smell of fuel.
“This vehicle was pushed off the road an hour ago,” Julian said quietly. “No witnesses. It will be found at dawn.”
Regina stared at it, her legs weak.
“You’re asking me to die,” she said.
“I’m asking you to survive,” Julian corrected. “But you can never be Regina Gray again.”
The words settled into her bones.
She thought of medical school.
Of her parents.
Of Sasha’s smile.
Of the man whose name she never learned.
Tears streamed down her face, carried away by rain.
“I don’t want to disappear,” she whispered.
Julian stepped closer. “You already have.”
---
It happened fast after that.
Julian cut his hand deliberately, smearing blood onto the wreckage. Regina watched numbly as he tore a strand of her hair free—pain sharp and brief—and placed it carefully inside the vehicle.
“Look at me,” Julian said suddenly.
She did.
“You are not weak,” he said. “You were made to endure—and now, to outlive them.”
Sirens wailed faintly in the distance.
“Go,” he urged.
Regina hesitated only once.
Then she turned and ran.
---
By morning, the headlines were everywhere.
**TRAGEDY STRIKES: GRAY DAUGHTER DEAD IN CAR ACCIDENT**
**DISGRACED HEIRESS MEETS UNTIMELY END**
The body was unidentifiable.
The story was clean.
The family mourned publicly.
Sasha cried on camera.
Their parents held each other like grieving statues.
And Regina Gray ceased to exist.
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She woke in a small, quiet room far from the city.
The walls were white. The air smelled of antiseptic and salt. A single window revealed a gray, endless sea.
Julian sat nearby.
“It’s done,” he said softly. “You’re officially dead.”
Regina stared at the ceiling, tears slipping silently into her hair.
“Who am I now?” she asked.
Julian placed a folder on the bed beside her.
Inside was a passport.
A new name.
**Helen Williams.**
“You belong to no one now,” Julian said. “Not them. Not the past.”
Regina closed her eyes, one hand resting protectively over her stomach.
Regina Gray died that night.
And something far more dangerous was born.
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Instead of a welcome home, my stepmother tossed me a one-way ticket to Geneva and a threat: renounce the family name and disappear, or end up in the Hudson River.
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I took the wheel, crashed the attackers, and saved their lives.
But the moment the danger passed, my stepmother tried to slap me, called me a psycho, and abandoned me on the desolate roadside.
My ex-fiancé later cornered me in public, trying to assert his dominance by grabbing my arm.
They still thought I was the broken girl they sent to a cage just so they could steal my dead mother's biochemical research.
I didn't feel heartbreak, only a cold, absolute certainty.
They threw me to the wolves, not realizing the federal penitentiary had burned away my capacity for mercy.
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I am that doctor.
I walked straight into his heavily guarded fortress, pulled out a syringe, and saved his dying grandfather.
Then I looked the terrifying Don right in the eye.
"Marry me. And let me use your empire to wipe my family off the map."
9.5
I returned to New York with a broken suitcase and exactly three hundred and forty-two dollars in my bank account. My mother was dying in a public hospital, and the only treatment that could save her required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit I didn't have.
While I was pleading with the billing department, I ran into my billionaire ex, Gannon Sharpe, and his cruel fiancée, Aleta. Without a second thought, Aleta slapped me so hard my lip split, kicking my belongings across the floor and calling me a gold-digging thief in front of the entire staff.
I looked at Gannon, the man I once loved more than my own life, hoping for a shred of mercy. Instead, he looked at me with pure revulsion and told me I belonged in the gutter. He believed the lies his grandfather told him—that I had abandoned him after his car crash and vanished with millions.
He had no idea I was the one who actually pulled him from that burning wreckage, or that I was currently skipping meals in a moldy motel just so our secret son could have formula. He called me "disgusting" and walked away, leaving me to rot.
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Now, the man who hates me is standing in my cubicle, demanding to know how a "dropout" knows his most guarded secrets. Gannon is finally digging into my past, and he’s about to find out exactly what—and who—I’ve been hiding for the last four years.
9.2
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8.7
I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
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He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
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8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
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"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
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He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
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