Follow
Chapters
Share
The Heiress He Abandoned Novel Cover

The Heiress He Abandoned

After three years of a cold, loveless marriage, Sarah is discarded by her billionaire husband, Mark, who remains obsessed with his first love. Believing she is a penniless orphan, he treats her with nothing but disdain. However, the divorce reveals a shocking truth: Sarah is actually the long-lost heiress to a massive global empire. As she reclaims her elite status and power, Mark is forced to face the massive mistake he made by letting her go.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 4

My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.

I slowly turned my head and looked through the back window of the taxi again.

The black car was still there.

Still following us.

A cold chill crawled down my spine.

“Driver…” I said carefully, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can you take the next right turn instead?”

The driver glanced at me through the mirror.

“But you said Maple Street—”

“Please,” I said quickly.

Something in my voice must have convinced him because he nodded and turned the wheel.

The taxi took a sharp right turn.

For a moment, I held my breath.

Then I looked back again.

The black car turned too.

My stomach dropped.

“They’re still behind us,” I whispered into the phone.

Attorney Carter’s voice remained calm, but I could hear the urgency in it.

“Two streets ahead you’ll see a black car with a Hayes Conglomerate driver. Step out of the taxi immediately and get into that car.”

My fingers tightened around the phone.

“What if they follow that car too?”

“They won’t,” he replied. “Our driver is trained for situations like this.”

Situations like this?

My life had fallen apart only a few hours ago.

Now I was suddenly in the middle of something that felt like a dangerous movie.

The taxi slowed as we approached the next street.

Then I saw it.

A black car parked near the corner.

A tall man in a dark suit stood beside it, scanning the street carefully.

“That’s him,” the lawyer said.

“Get out now.”

The taxi stopped.

I quickly paid the driver and stepped out with my suitcase.

The moment my feet touched the ground, the man in the suit opened the car door for me.

“Miss McGraw,” he said quickly. “Get in.”

I didn’t hesitate.

The moment I went into the back seat, he closed the door and rushed to the driver’s seat.

Seconds later, the car sped away.

I glanced through the rear window again.

The black car that had been following my taxi drove past the street.

They hadn’t seen me switch cars.

A shaky breath escaped my lips.

For the first time since leaving the mansion, my heart slowed slightly.

The driver spoke through the mirror.

“Don’t worry, Miss McGraw. You’re safe now.”

I nodded quietly, though my hands were still trembling.

The car drove smoothly through the city streets before finally stopping in front of a massive glass building.

I slowly stepped out and looked up.

HAYES CONGLOMERATE

The name stretched across the top of the building in bold silver letters.

My stomach twisted.

This was one of the most powerful companies in New York.

And somehow… I was connected to it.

The driver led me inside.

The lobby was enormous, filled with polished marble floors and glass walls. Employees in expensive suits walked confidently through the building, carrying files and tablets.

Everything felt intimidating.

A woman at the front desk immediately stood when she saw me.

“Miss McGraw?” she asked politely.

“Yes.”

“Attorney Carter is waiting for you.”

She guided me toward the elevator and pressed the top floor button.

As the elevator doors closed, my reflection stared back at me in the mirror walls.

My hair was scattered from the wind outside, my eyes still red from crying.

I barely recognized myself.

The elevator finally stopped.

The doors opened into a quiet hallway.

The receptionist led me to a large office and knocked gently before opening the door.

A middle-aged man stood near the window, holding a thick file.

“Miss McGraw,” he said warmly. “I’m Daniel Carter.”

I stepped inside slowly.

He gestured toward the chair across from his desk.

“Please sit.”

I placed my suitcase beside the chair and sat down, my heart still beating nervously.

The lawyer opened the file in front of him.

“Before we discuss the company shares,” he said, “there is something important you need to know.”

My stomach tightened.

“What is it?”

He pulled out a document and slid it across the desk.

I looked down at it.

It was a birth certificate.

My name was on it.

But the name under Father made my breath stop.

Andrew Hayes.

My fingers trembled as I looked up at the lawyer.

“You’re saying… he was my father?”

“Yes.”

The room felt like it was spinning.

“But… my parents died in a car accident when I was ten,” I said slowly.

“That is correct,” the lawyer replied.

“But they were not your biological parents.”

The words hit me like a stone.

“What?”

“They adopted you.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“My entire life… they were my parents.”

“And they loved you very much,” he said gently. “But Andrew Hayes was your biological father.”

My mind struggled to process everything.

“Then why didn’t he come for me?” I whispered.

The lawyer sighed.

“He wanted to.”

He pulled out a small envelope and placed it on the desk.

“This letter was written by him for you.”

My fingers shook slightly as I opened it.

Inside was a handwritten letter.

The ink looked slightly faded.

I began reading slowly.

Leah,

If you are reading this, it means I am no longer alive.

I regret every day that I could not raise you myself. Powerful enemies forced me to keep your identity hidden to protect you.

But the day will come when you must take your place in the Hayes family.

When that day comes, trust only one person.

Ethan Hayes.

I looked up suddenly.

“Who is Ethan Hayes?”

Before the lawyer could answer, the office door opened.

A tall man stepped inside.

He looked around thirty-four, with calm eyes and sharp features. His dark hair covered his forehead, and his presence carried a quiet confidence.

The lawyer stood.

“Perfect timing.”

The man’s gaze slowly moved to me.

Something about his expression softened slightly.

“Leah McGraw,” he said.

My heart skipped.

“Yes?”

He stepped closer.

“My name is Ethan Hayes.”

Then he said the words that made my entire world shift again.

“I’m your cousin… and the next CEO of Hayes Conglomerate.”

And judging by the serious look in his eyes…

My arrival had just changed everything.

You may also like

FLASH MARRIAGE TO MY EX FIANCE'S FATHER  Novel Cover
7.6
Dumped at the altar, she shocks everyone by marrying her ex-fiancé's father on the spot. Now she's trapped in a scandalous marriage with a ruthless billionaire, while her ex becomes obsessed with winning her back. But the biggest danger isn't the forbidden love... It's the secrets her new husband is hiding.
His First Love Was My Last Straw Novel Cover
9.1
For years, I endured a hollow marriage to a billionaire whose heart belonged to his first love. I was merely a shadow, a convenient placeholder in his cold world. But when his past flame returns and he expects me to step aside quietly, I finally reach my breaking point. I refuse to be his last resort any longer. This is the story of a woman reclaiming her dignity and walking away from a toxic devotion to find her own path to happiness.
Left To Burn: The Heiress's Ruthless Comeback Novel Cover
8.2
Trapped in a deadly fire at my own engagement party, my lungs burned as I reached a shaking hand out to my fiancé for help. He stopped and looked right at me through the thick smoke. But instead of saving me, he wrapped his jacket tightly around my stepsister and ran, leaving me to burn. I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, my father and stepmother didn't even ask about my injuries. They threw a stack of legal documents right onto my bed. "Sign the papers, Avah. Step aside. Jaclyn is far better suited to be Kain's wife." My fiancé then stormed into the room, publicly humiliating me with false rumors of an illegitimate child and threatening to bankrupt my company. Four years of swallowing my pride to be the perfect, obedient pawn for our family business, all for nothing. They threw me to the wolves without a single second of hesitation, expecting me to just lower my head and cry like I always did. But the fire had burned that pathetic version of me away. I ripped out my IV, letting the blood drip onto the sheets, and tore their contracts straight down the middle. "The engagement is over." I threw my million-dollar ring right at my ex's chest, then picked up the phone to call my trust lawyer. They wanted to take everything from me, so I was going to make them bleed.
Lock Me Up in the Name of Love Novel Cover
8.3
After Zane Wade sleeps with a look-alike student, Raina offers him three chances to save their marriage. Zane’s initial repentance fades when the woman becomes pregnant, leading him to prioritize the mistress over his wife’s feelings. The final straw occurs at an auction where Zane fights Raina for her own mother’s heirlooms to appease the pregnant Moira. Realizing Zane expects her to endure endless disrespect, Raina chooses divorce, even as he brings Moira into their home.
My Husband Drugged Me to Protect His Mistress Novel Cover
9.3
The cold concrete of the Scott Group parking structure holds no comfort for a neglected wife. With her billionaire husband, Trevor, abandoning his corporate duties for the fifth time, she refuses to make more excuses for him. However, as she approaches her vehicle in the shadows, the sudden arrival of Aleah Morales—a young acquisitions intern far too close to Trevor—ignites a dangerous, high-tension confrontation that changes everything.
My Stolen Life, Their Bitter Downfall Novel Cover
8.2
I was Aurora Sterling, a talented physician who, to protect my fragile stepsister Clara, took the fall for financial fraud and went to prison. I served one year. My family, my fiancé Julian Thorne, they all promised me it was temporary, that they would wait for me, that they would take care of everything. They said Clara needed me to do this. A year later, I walked out of the prison gates not to the embrace of my family, but to cold, empty air. They hadn't come. They were all at a party, celebrating Clara's birthday—celebrating her new place as the sole Sterling heiress, the new woman at Julian's side. The lie shattered in that instant. The "sister" I had sacrificed everything to protect had, in my absence, stolen my life. Julian, the man who had sworn he loved me, had fallen into her carefully woven trap of "fragility," his favoritism becoming the sharpest knife twisted in my back. They thought I was weak. They thought I would once again yield for the sake of so-called "family." They were about to find out just how fatally wrong they were.