
The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
I was the rightful heir to the Valenzuela estate, but my aunt and cousin treated me worse than a stray dog.
On a freezing rainy night, they forged documents to strip me of my trust fund and violently ordered their bodyguards to throw me out.
My cousin snatched the rosewood urn containing my mother's ashes. She smashed it onto the marble floor and maliciously ground the white powder under her stiletto heel.
When Aidan, the elderly butler who had protected me since I was a baby, tried to shield me from their assassins in the storm, he was stabbed in the back.
His hot blood poured over my hands as he died in the muddy puddle, while my aunt's men laughed and raised their blades to finish me off.
They thought I was just a nameless orphan they could easily erase.
The next day, they went to the press, branding me a degenerate thief who ran away, happily preparing to parade around at my grandfather's charity gala using my stolen wealth.
But they didn't know I was rescued from the rain by the most ruthless billionaire in New York, a man willing to burn the city down to protect me.
Staring at my pale reflection in the penthouse mirror, I took a pair of heavy silver scissors and chopped off my long hair.
"From today on, the weak girl is dead. I am Evelena Valenzuela, and I am going to make them bleed for every single thing they took."
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Chapter 2
The freezing rain felt like sharp needles hitting Tina's skin. She ran down the muddy mountain road. Aidan kept a tight grip on her wrist, pulling her forward.
Every step sent a violent shockwave of pain up Tina's spine. The metallic taste of blood coated the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, trying not to choke on it.
Aidan was old, and his breathing was ragged. But he did not slow down. He yelled over the sound of the storm, telling her they had to reach the interstate highway at the bottom of the hill.
A loud engine roar cut through the sound of the rain. Two sets of blinding headlights pierced the darkness behind them. Two black SUVs were speeding down the mountain road, heading straight for them.
The lead SUV slammed on its brakes. The tires slid in the mud, blocking the narrow road completely. Four bodyguards jumped out into the rain. They flicked open steel switchblades. They formed a circle around Tina and Aidan.
The head bodyguard wiped the rain from his face. He stepped closer. He smiled and said the madam gave clear orders. Someone had to die tonight.
Aidan raised the shotgun again. He aimed it at the man's face and pulled the trigger. A hollow click sounded. The rainwater had soaked the gunpowder. The gun was useless.
The bodyguard laughed out loud. He lunged forward and kicked the heavy wooden stock of the gun. The weapon flew out of Aidan's hands and clattered onto the asphalt.
Tina screamed. She threw herself at the bodyguard. She tried to use her nails and teeth to keep him away from the old man. The man simply pulled his arm back and punched her hard in the stomach.
All the air left Tina's lungs. She dropped to her knees in the muddy water. Her stomach cramped so violently she could not even gasp for breath.
The bodyguard stood over her. He raised the switchblade high, aiming the sharp point right at the center of her chest.
Aidan let out a desperate yell. He threw his entire body weight forward, landing directly on top of Tina just as the blade came down.
A sickening, wet sound echoed in the night. The steel blade sank deep into Aidan's back.
Aidan let out a low grunt. Hot blood poured from the wound instantly. It mixed with the cold rain, turning the puddle beneath them a dark, horrifying red.
Tina's eyes stretched wide. She stared at the man who had protected her since she was a baby. He was sliding off her, his body going limp. A raw, tearing scream ripped from her throat.
The bodyguard pulled the bloody knife out of Aidan's back. He turned his attention back to Tina. She was completely frozen, her eyes empty. He raised the blade again.
Suddenly, a row of massive, intimidating matrix headlights lit up the highway ahead. The bright beams cut through the storm like a physical force.
Six identical, bulletproof Maybachs rolled to a stop, completely blocking the rest of the road. They moved silently, like ghosts in the night.
The bodyguards stopped moving. The sheer presence of the convoy made them freeze. They raised their hands to shield their eyes from the blinding lights.
The rear door of the middle, extended Maybach slowly opened. A black carbon-fiber umbrella was pushed out into the rain.
Long legs clad in custom-tailored trousers stepped out. Ingram Santiago, the CEO of the Santiago Corporation, planted his expensive leather shoes onto the wet asphalt.
Ingram wore a solid black suit. His eyes were like glacial ice. He slowly scanned the blood on the ground and the men holding knives.
His executive assistant, Palmer, stood right behind him holding the umbrella. Palmer lowered his head and asked quietly if they should clear the garbage blocking the road.
The bodyguards finally saw the specific crest on the Maybach license plates. Their faces drained of color. Their legs started to shake. They backed away slowly.
Ingram did not look at the men. His eyes locked onto the girl lying in the muddy water. She was barely breathing.
Tina forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurry. She saw the man standing above her. She reached out with a trembling, blood-soaked hand. She grabbed the fabric of his suit pants. She squeezed it weakly.
Ingram looked down. He saw the extreme, desperate will to live in her eyes. Something tight pulled at the center of his chest.
He opened his mouth and said one word. "Down." Instantly, the heavily armed security personnel from the convoy drew their weapons. They forced Cathi's bodyguards face-down into the mud.
Aidan turned his head slightly. He saw that Tina was safe. His chest stopped moving. His eyes closed. He was gone.
Tina stared at Aidan's still face. The last string holding her sanity together snapped. Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out completely at Ingram's feet.
Ingram did not hesitate. He bent down. He ignored the mud and the blood. He scooped the unconscious girl up into his arms.
As he lifted her, a small object slipped out of her wet pocket. It fell into the muddy puddle with a tiny splash.
Ingram caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked down. His pupils shrank to pinpricks. His breathing stopped completely.
He held the girl against his chest with one arm. He bent his knees and reached into the cold mud. He picked up the small, pink dolphin charm. His thumb instantly found the letters carved into the back. T.T.
Ingram's eyes darkened. The coldness vanished, replaced by a terrifying intensity. He turned to Palmer. He ordered the convoy to return to the penthouse immediately. He told him to get the best medical team in the city waiting there.
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9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.

9.2
Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp.
Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman.
When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty.
"Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door.
That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack.
The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate.
But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined.
Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier.
While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden.
Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die.
In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars.
Averie didn't shed a single tear.
She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor.
She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.

7.6
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.

8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.

9.6
Antoinette stood on the manicured church lawn, the blinding summer sun stabbing her eyes. The funeral service for her parents had just ended.
A hand wrapped around her trembling shoulder, carrying the sharp, cloying scent of Fabian Cash's cologne. It was the exact same cologne her fiancé wore the night he locked her in a burning house to die in her previous life.
Now, wearing a mask of sorrowful devotion, Fabian tried to drag her to his car to control her parents' massive life insurance payout.
When she shoved him away in pure nausea, his mother Eleanor immediately shrieked to the crowd, deploying her usual guilt trip.
"She's lost her mind! The girl has completely snapped!"
The townspeople whispered and pointed fingers, watching Fabian play the victim as he tightened his bruising grip on her wrist, claiming she was hysterical and needed to be locked away.
Antoinette stared at the mother and son who had conspired to steal her family's estate and end her life. The rage inside her felt like battery acid pumping through her veins.
They didn't care if she lived or died; they only cared about the money. How could she let them strip her of everything again?
She didn't hesitate. She swung with every bit of strength she possessed, slapping Fabian across the face in front of the entire town.
"The engagement is over," she announced coldly.
Then, she turned her back on her greedy ex-fiancé and walked straight toward the terrifyingly powerful billionaire Hiram Graves, ready to let the world burn.

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.