The CEO Fired His Secret Heiress
I was the secret weapon who built my CEO's company from the ground up. But the moment he hired his new intern girlfriend, my life became a living hell. She publicly humiliated me, calling me a corporate whore.
She sabotaged our biggest deal by projecting deepfaked porn of me onto the screen during the signing. Then, she smashed an award over my head, leaving me bleeding on the office floor.
And the man I'd dedicated five years of my life to? He looked at my bleeding wound, then at his crying girlfriend, and believed her when she claimed I attacked her.
"You're fired," he spat.
He thought he was firing a disgraced employee. He had no idea he was firing Allie Valenzuela, the sole heiress to the very corporation that had just saved his company.
My next call wasn't to a lawyer. It was to my father.
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Chapter 2
Allie Valenzuela POV:
Kasey's smirk widened as I ended the call. She clearly thought my silence was an admission of guilt, a sign of her victory.
"Oh, what's wrong, Allie?" she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Did I hit a nerve? It must be hard, trying to keep up appearances. All that work pretending to be smart when you're really just… available."
She gestured vaguely at my face. "You're not even that pretty. A little plain, actually. It's a wonder you got this far."
Every word was a carefully chosen dart, aimed to wound. She wasn't just attacking my career; she was attacking my worth as a woman, my intelligence, my very being.
"You know, a company like this needs a certain image," she continued, circling me like a shark. "Fresh. Clean. Your presence here… it's just dragging down the whole vibe. Benjamin should fire you. In fact, I'm going to tell him to fire you."
The door opened again, and this time it was Benjamin. He looked tired, but his face lit up when he saw Kasey.
"Kasey, baby, I told you to wait in the car," he said, his voice soft. He walked over and wrapped an arm around her, completely ignoring me.
Kasey immediately melted against him, her voice turning into a pathetic whine. "Ben, she was being mean to me! She's just so… aggressive. It's scary."
Benjamin sighed, a long-suffering sound I knew all too well. It was the sound he made when he was about to give in. He looked at me, a flicker of his old self, the sharp entrepreneur I once admired, showing in his eyes.
"Allie," he began, his tone weary. "Kasey is just… young. She doesn't understand the pressure we're under."
He was making excuses for her. Defending her.
"Ben, she just accused me of using my position unethically," I stated, my voice flat and devoid of emotion.
Benjamin wince. He glanced at Kasey, who pouted up at him. "Baby, you can't say things like that." He turned back to me. "Allie, you know that's not true. Your professional record is… well, it's as good as mine. You're brilliant."
He thought that was enough. A simple platitude to smooth over a vicious, public insult. He was so blinded by this girl he couldn't see the blatant manipulation, the poison she was injecting into the heart of his company.
"Your work for the past five years has been impeccable, Allie. Nobody can question that," he said, as if that closed the matter.
Then he did the unthinkable.
"I have an idea," he said, a horribly bright smile on his face. "Kasey, you're interning in marketing, but you're interested in the business side, right? Why don't you shadow Allie for a while? Learn from the best."
He wanted me to mentor my own executioner. He was handing her a knife and asking me to show her where to stab.
Kasey's eyes lit up with malicious glee. "Oh, Benny, that's a wonderful idea! I'd love to learn from… Allie." She drew out my name as if it were something distasteful. "Though I'm not sure what I can learn. I'm already getting my degree from UCLA. What was your degree in again? From some state school?"
She was trying to belittle my education. My Stanford MBA. The degree I had earned with honors while simultaneously helping Benjamin build this company from a garage-based fantasy into a nine-figure reality.
The air in the room grew thick and still. Even Benjamin, in his infatuated fog, seemed to realize Kasey had crossed a line. Her ignorance was staggering.
Kasey, however, mistook the silence for my intimidation. She puffed out her chest, looking smug. "See? Nothing to say. Probably bought your diploma online."
Benjamin finally broke the silence, his voice tight. "Kasey. That's enough."
He looked at me, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. "Allie graduated Summa Cum Laude from the Stanford Graduate School of Business. It's one of the top business programs in the world."
He turned back to Kasey, his tone softening into that of a patient teacher explaining a simple concept to a slow child. "You should try to be a little more humble, baby. There's a lot you don't know."
Kasey's face soured. The validation she expected had been denied. But her arrogance was a weed that grew back instantly.
"Stanford, UCLA, whatever," she scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Who cares about old-school stuff like that anymore? It's all about who you know, not what you know. And I know the CEO."
She shot me a triumphant glare, her message clear. Your credentials mean nothing. Your hard work means nothing. I have him. I win.
Benjamin just sighed again, pulling her closer. He was completely neutered.
The man I had helped, the man I had respected, was gone. In his place was a fool, led by the nose by a vindictive child.
And he wanted me to teach her.
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
7.3
WARNING ⚠️: This book contains sex scenes and mature contents not fit for readers below 18+.
If you love steamy romances and emotional stories, this book is the one.
By day, Damon follows her rules in the kitchen: chopping, kneading, burning his fingers, and surviving her sharp mouth.
By night, she follows his.
Damon Blackwell is a cold, dangerous billionaire who hates Christmas, women, and anything that smells like joy. Haunted by tragedy and trauma, and memories of the girl he once loved and lost, he lives like a machine: money, control, and pleasure without attachment.
Then his grandparents and three ruthless brothers dare him to do the impossible:
Live like a normal man for 12 days to Christmas: no staff, no luxuries, no protection, no control and no bad temper. He has to change and be easygoing with investors.
Fail, and he loses the biggest business deal of his life.
Indulgence is over for him.
The only place Damon knows he can grab survival? A small-town Christmas cooking competition hosted by that one woman who broke his heart years ago.
Merry Steele never expected to see Damon again. The man she left without a word. The man who haunted her dreams after she broke his heart back now stands in her kitchen offering a deal she can't refuse:
Cook for him. Sleep with him. Pretend to be his fiancée until the end of the year.
The pay is tempting. The temptation is even greater.
Before Christmas, can they resist the heat, desire, and lingering love they once shared and keep it strictly business?
As family obligations, enemies, and a high-profile Christmas ball close in, Damon and Merry must correct old heartbreak, passion, and dangerous feelings.
Will Damon ever forgive his fuckmate?
Can Merry resist the billionaire who once stole her heart... or will old flames burn hotter than ever under the snow, the lights, and the Christmas feelings?
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
9.2
I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me.
The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous.
Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool."
Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions.
But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths.
9.1
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my body feeling like a hollowed-out shell. For fifteen years, I had been the "spare part" of the wealthy Kensington family, a foster child kept only as a biological resource for their golden daughter, Jenna.
My adoptive mother, Kathryn, walked in with a cold-eyed doctor, discussing me like an old car needing parts. They were planning another bone marrow "harvest" for the next morning, even though the doctor admitted the procedure was risky because my body hadn't recovered from the last extraction.
"Passable is fine," Kathryn said, waving away the danger to my life like she was swatting a fly. "Just get it done. It's her only value."
Jenna arrived in a wheelchair, putting on a performance of fragile sisterly love while actually glowing with health from the blood I had given her months ago. I watched as the doctor callously jabbed a needle into my arm, missing the vein on purpose, before turning off my pain medication pump as a final act of petty cruelty. They left me there to rot, convinced I was just a dull, submissive girl with nowhere to go.
I lay in the silence, feeling the weight of every scrap they’d fed me and every hand-me-down I’d worn while Jenna lived in luxury. I realized I was never a daughter to them; I was an organ farm meant to be drained until I was empty.
But as the door clicked shut, the fog of sedation in my brain finally lifted, replaced by a cold, predatory stillness.
"Oracle," my mind whispered. "Online."
I ripped the IV from my arm and escaped into the night, turning a five-dollar piece of junk into a six-million-dollar fortune in the city's darkest underground markets. By the time I returned to the Kensington Manor, I wasn't the useless foster girl they remembered—I was a predator with a massive bank account and a plan to take back everything they stole from me.
7.1
Everyone in the circle knows that the wife of Nicola Green,
the person in charge of the Green family, is divorced with a child.
First, she married the Spenser family with a child.
The Spenser family's eldest son William Spenser is a famous playboy and had countless women.
After a few years, they divocred and Emanda White married the more powerful Nicola Green immediately.
It is said that she is scheming, or slutty, but Nicola Green just like her.
He bought her clothes, jewlry, famous brands everyday.
Finally, she can't bear it and rushed to the study and questioned,
Nicola Green, aren't you satisfied until you drain my last value?
Nicola replied carelessly,
Why, you finally take me seriously?