The Jilted Assistant Is A Zillionaire
Grace hid her identity as the heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire just to experience ordinary love, acting as a free, devoted assistant to her actor fiancé, Hayden.
But while delivering his coffee, she caught him cheating with a new actress in his dressing room.
Through the crack in the door, she heard the actress whine about Grace being a feelingless robot.
Hayden just laughed, not stopping his frantic movements.
"She is a shield. She is a boring, free assistant. That is all she is."
He bragged that their upcoming engagement was just a PR stunt to build his perfect boyfriend image, and he would dump her the second he didn't need her.
He thought he held all the power, completely unaware that every massive movie contract and endorsement he had was secretly funded by Grace.
The betrayal poured over Grace like ice water, freezing her heart completely.
She had fought her aristocratic family and lowered herself to serve a man who treated her like disposable trash.
The girl who believed in simple love died in that hallway.
Grace didn't cry or burst into the room. She calmly hit record on her phone, securing the evidence to trigger his morality clause.
Then, she dialed her billionaire mother.
"I made a bad investment. Now I am liquidating the asset."
She was going to artificially inflate his fame to the absolute peak, and when he finally thought he was untouchable, she would strip him of everything.
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Chapter 4
Grace crossed her legs elegantly on the sofa. She leaned back. Her eyes drifted slowly across the floor and stopped at the edge of the bed.
A single pink lace bra strap was poking out from beneath the bed skirt.
Hayden followed her gaze. His heart slammed against his ribs. Sweat broke out on the back of his neck. He casually walked over to the bed and kicked the strap deep under the frame with his heel.
He turned around and forced a bright, eager smile. "Why did you come all the way up here so late? Is something wrong at work?"
Grace looked up. Her eyes were sharp, cutting straight through his fake concern. "Am I not welcome here?"
Hayden felt the hair on his arms stand up. He ran a hand through his messy hair nervously. "No, of course you are. I just worry about you working so late." He took a step toward the bar cart. "Let me get you some water."
Grace raised her hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Go take a shower," she ordered. Her voice left no room for argument. "You smell like cheap perfume. It is making me sick."
Hayden froze. He lifted his collar to his nose. He could smell Jacey's heavy floral scent clinging to the fabric. His throat went dry. He nodded quickly.
He turned toward the bathroom. Then he stopped. He remembered the ticking time bomb locked inside the closet.
Hayden turned back to Grace. He forced a tight smile. "I need to grab some clean pajamas from the closet first."
Grace leaned her head against the sofa. She gestured toward the closet door with an open palm. Her eyes danced with dark amusement. "Go ahead."
Hayden practically ran to the closet. He fumbled with the metal latch, his hands shaking. He pulled the door open, slipped inside, and pulled it shut behind him.
The closet was pitch black. The second the door clicked shut, Jacey lunged out of the darkness. She dug her manicured nails into Hayden's forearm.
"Why am I locked in here like an animal?" Jacey hissed, her voice trembling with rage and humiliation.
Hayden winced in pain. He clamped his hand over her mouth and shoved her backward. Her spine hit the hard wood of the custom suit cabinets.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear. "Keep quiet," he breathed. "If we survive tonight, I will buy you that limited-edition Birkin bag tomorrow."
Jacey's body went stiff. The promise of the bag outweighed her pride. She stopped fighting. But she was furious. She sank her teeth into the fabric of his shirt, biting his shoulder hard.
Outside, Grace sat perfectly still. The closet was heavily insulated, but she could hear the faint rustling of fabric and the muffled thud of bodies hitting the wood. Her stomach turned with disgust.
Inside the closet, Hayden grabbed a silk robe off a hanger. He shoved Jacey away and warned her one last time with a harsh glare she could not see in the dark.
He opened the door and stepped out. He smoothed his face back into a calm expression.
Grace looked at him. She stared directly at his chest. "Your buttons are misaligned," she said flatly.
Hayden looked down. In the struggle, his shirt had been pulled sideways. He quickly fumbled with the buttons. "I was just... taking it off too fast."
Grace did not call him out. She just tilted her chin toward the bathroom door. "Shower."
Hayden did not waste another second. He walked quickly into the bathroom and shut the heavy glass door. A moment later, the loud rush of water hitting the tiles filled the room.
Grace stood up from the sofa. She walked slowly around the room, owning the space.
She stopped at the nightstand. She picked up the second champagne glass Hayden had hidden behind a picture frame. She held it up to the light. A bright red lipstick stain marked the rim.
Grace let out a sharp, cold laugh. She slammed the glass down on the marble top of the nightstand. The sharp clink of glass on stone echoed loudly through the room.
She made sure the person in the closet heard it.
Inside the dark closet, Jacey jumped. She slapped both hands over her mouth, terrified to make a sound.
Grace walked to the heavy wooden door of the closet. She stopped. She ran her fingertips lightly over the doorframe. She knew the woman trying to steal her life was shivering just inches away.
Grace raised her hand and curled her index finger.
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As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
7.3
Eloise was the untouchable Brandt family heiress, just one audition away from landing a lead movie role and escaping her golden cage.
But overnight, her family's empire completely collapsed.
With her father dying of heart failure, her mother forced her to beg the only man who could save them: Christian Clarke.
Christian was the ruthless billionaire who had publicly humiliated Eloise in college, ripping up her love letter in front of a laughing crowd.
Now, he tossed a fifty-million-dollar acquisition contract on the table.
"What exactly is the Brandt heiress putting up for sale today?"
To secure her father's medical care, Eloise was forced to sign a suffocating marriage contract, selling herself as a corporate tax shield.
He moved her into his freezing penthouse and treated her like a purchased asset. He mocked her attempts to cook him dinner, yet pinned her against the wall with punishing, possessive kisses whenever she tried to pull away.
Eloise's pride was entirely shattered.
She didn't understand why he was doing this. If he hated her so much and only wanted revenge, why did his touch carry such an agonizing, desperate heat?
Determined to survive, she went to her final audition and miraculously won the lead role, crying tears of joy because she had finally earned something on her own.
She had no idea that the cold-blooded monster sleeping beside her had just secretly threatened to destroy all of Hollywood to give it to her.
7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
9.4
I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness.
But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C.
In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate.
My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career.
"Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly."
That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much.
Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished.
I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023.
It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.
8.5
Kelsi Owens stood in front of the mirror in a six-figure gown, ready to marry into the wealthy Harrington family.
But her fiancé, Jeb, didn't even look at her. He abandoned her right in the middle of the fitting because his widowed sister-in-law, Seraphina, called crying.
That same night, Kelsi collapsed on her apartment floor with a ruptured appendix. Sweating and in blinding agony, she called Jeb for help.
Instead of concern, she heard Seraphina laughing and party music blaring in the background. Jeb just snapped at her.
"Stop being dramatic. Seraphina is the guest of honor tonight. I can't leave."
He hung up, leaving her to call her own ambulance. Kelsi woke up from emergency surgery completely alone, only to receive a cold text from Jeb calling her fragile.
To make matters worse, her toxic adoptive family didn't care that she almost died. They demanded she crawl back and apologize to Jeb just so they could keep leeching off her connections and trust fund.
Lying in that cold hospital bed, the illusion finally shattered. For three years, she had always been the one left waiting. She realized she meant absolutely nothing to the people she loved.
Kelsi didn't cry, and she didn't beg.
She calmly texted Jeb to call off the engagement, blocked his number, and cut ties with her greedy relatives forever.
She was finally walking away. What she didn't know was that the city's most ruthless billionaire had been watching her, and he was already weaving a golden net to claim her for himself.
9.8
My father stole my mother's legacy and forced me into an engagement with Arley Simmons to secure a financial lifeline for his company. I became a mere bargaining chip, a tragic heiress sold to the highest bidder.
Now, Arley was back from his year-long "business trip." But his mistress, my former best friend Kenia, texted me a photo flaunting a multi-million dollar sapphire necklace he had just bought her.
"I heard Arley's back tomorrow. So happy for you both."
It was a blatant declaration of war. Yet, the Simmons family didn't care about my humiliation. They demanded I play the doting fiancée to secure a crucial partnership with the elusive billionaire, Algernon McCarthy. They forced me to move into Arley's penthouse, and his mother ordered us to produce an heir immediately to silence the scandal. Arley even came home drunk, trying to force himself on me to do his "duty."
They all thought I was just their puppet. They expected me to swallow the pain, hide in the shadows, and let my silent misery curdle while they built their empire on my broken life.
But the old Hope was dead. I terminated the contract with the secret escort I had hired for the past year, ready to clean house and burn the Simmons family to the ground.
What I didn't know was that the escort I had just thrown away like trash was the very billionaire god my enemies were desperately praying to.