The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne
Eleonora woke up in the hospital, still feeling the terrifying weightlessness of her own suicide.
She realized her chilling nightmare was actually a prophecy: she was destined to be the tragic, disposable villain, while her adopted sister Addisyn was the beloved protagonist.
On the day of her discharge, her father abandoned her to celebrate Addisyn's eighteenth birthday.
When Eleonora dragged her recovering body back to her family estate, she found her biometric access wiped and her home turned into a chaotic nightclub.
Addisyn had taken over the master bedroom and was wearing Eleonora's late mother's priceless sapphire necklace.
When Eleonora coldly demanded her property back, Addisyn squeezed out fake tears and played the pitiful victim.
Instantly, Eleonora's childhood fiancé and lifelong friends stepped up to shield Addisyn.
They scolded Eleonora for being cruel and classless, demanding she sleep in the guest room so she wouldn't ruin the party.
Downstairs, the elite guests mocked her as a crazy, jealous freak who was bullying her sweet sister.
In her nightmare, their blind devotion to this manipulative parasite had driven Eleonora to jump off a skyscraper.
She was the sole legal heir to the Carlisle estate, yet they expected her to quietly hand over her home, her mother's legacy, and her life to a thief.
But Eleonora was no longer a victim.
She pulled out the irrevocable trust documents, proving her absolute ownership, and looked at her loyal butler.
"Cut the power," she ordered coldly. "Throw every single trespasser out the gates."
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Chapter 8
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.
Augustus broke the suffocating silence. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to salvage a shred of his dignity and control.
"Elly, you are taking this way too far," Augustus said, his voice strained. "There are dozens of guests downstairs. Addi's cousin Cody is here. If you kick her out now, you're going to cause a massive scene."
He tried to use the weight of social pressure and the physical threat of Cody to force Eleonora to back down.
Eleonora stared at him. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a cold, wicked smile.
She looked at Augustus as if he were the punchline to a very bad joke. "Are you talking about the loudmouth idiot who tried to mug me in the foyer?"
Augustus and Isaac both froze. They had been upstairs the entire time. They had no idea what had happened on the first floor.
Eleonora dropped the bomb with terrifying calmness. "Ten minutes ago, I had my security drag that piece of trash out the front gates by his armpits."
Addisyn gasped, clapping both hands over her mouth in horror. "You threw Cody out? He was my VIP guest!"
Eleonora's eyes snapped to her, cold and dead. "In my house, a guest is only someone I invite. Everyone else is a trespasser."
Augustus was completely stunned. The reality finally crashed down on him. The Eleonora standing in front of him was no longer the fragile, accommodating girl who cared about his opinions.
She was a drawn blade. Cold, decisive, and wielding absolute power.
He looked at her pale, resolute face, and something deep and suppressed inside his chest gave a violent, painful throb.
His shoulders slumped. He raised both hands in the air in a gesture of total surrender. "Okay. You win. We're leaving."
Isaac's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ground together, but under the crushing weight of Eleonora's authority, he had no choice. He turned on his heel and marched toward the door.
Seeing her two massive pillars of support crumble, Addisyn panicked. She didn't want to leave the master bedroom. It was her ultimate symbol of status in this family.
She reached out, her fingers brushing the sleeve of Isaac's jacket.
Isaac flinched and pulled his arm away before she could grab it. The word "thief" was still ringing loudly in his ears.
Addisyn's hand hung suspended in the air. The rejection sent a wave of burning shame through her entire body. She started to shake uncontrollably.
Eleonora glanced at the slim watch on her wrist. She delivered her final order. "Alistair. Watch her pack her trash. If there is a single pink item left in this room in ten minutes, burn it."
Alistair, who had been standing silently by the door like a shadow, bowed his head. "Yes, Miss Eleonora."
The old butler stepped fully into the room. He stared at Addisyn with eyes like chips of ice and extended his arm toward the closet. "Please."
Addisyn bit her lower lip so hard she tasted copper. Humiliated beyond words, she frantically directed her two makeup artists to start throwing her clothes and cosmetics into suitcases.
Eleonora didn't spare her another glance. She turned her back on the room and walked toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Outside, the manicured lawns stretched into the darkness. The heavy bass from the pool party still rattled the windowpanes, a mocking soundtrack to her homecoming.
Minutes later, the chaotic sounds of zippers closing and the harsh grating of suitcase wheels rolling across the floor signaled Addisyn's retreat.
The heavy doors clicked shut. The room was finally empty, save for Eleonora and Alistair.
Eleonora closed her eyes. The adrenaline that had kept her standing suddenly vanished. A violent wave of dizziness washed over her, a harsh reminder of her recovering body.
She reached out and gripped the wooden window frame. Her knuckles turned stark white as she fought to stay upright. She pressed her hot forehead against the freezing glass, forcing her breathing to slow.
Alistair took a quick, worried step forward, his hands reaching out to catch her.
Eleonora raised one hand, stopping him in his tracks. She wouldn't show weakness. Not even to him.
She opened her eyes. The cold, sharp light returned to her gaze as she stared down at the flashing neon lights by the pool.
"Alistair," she commanded, her voice weak but laced with steel. "Go downstairs and end that circus. I need absolute silence."
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8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
9.5
How far are you willing to go for your family's company?
Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride.
After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years.
Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?
8.1
For three years, I swallowed every humiliation to warm my billionaire husband's frozen heart.
But at his birthday banquet, the obsidian cufflinks I spent three sleepless nights carving were crushed into worthless powder.
Carly, the woman he truly loved, had intentionally tripped and slammed into my arm.
When the velvet box fell, I dropped to my knees on pure instinct. My bare hands were deeply sliced by the jagged shards, warm blood dripping onto the pristine marble floor.
But Dominic didn't even spare a single glance at his bleeding wife.
He protectively cradled Carly, his voice thick with concern as he asked if she was hurt.
He let the entire ballroom laugh at me, calling me a piece of trash that wasn't even fit to touch the hotel carpet.
When I later confronted him about the secret estate where he hid her, he nearly broke my jaw.
"A toxic bitch like you deserves to rot in a loveless marriage."
I finally understood. My marriage was just a cruel prison designed to torture me for a debt I supposedly owed.
I didn't shed a single tear. I went back to the penthouse, signed the divorce papers waiving all my assets, and walked barefoot into the freezing New York storm.
To survive, I took a job as the personal executive assistant to his biggest enemy on Wall Street.
But when I showed up at an industry dinner wearing a stunning designer suit next to another man, the cold tyrant who had thrown me away completely lost his mind.
7.4
I was the heiress to the Sterling Group, engaged to Brook, the ultimate Wall Street savior who stepped in with emergency capital when my family's company faced sudden bankruptcy.
But one morning, I accidentally answered his hidden burner phone.
It was my sweet best friend, Chelsey. Through the speaker, I heard them laughing about how they successfully framed my brother for an eight-year federal prison sentence just to get the Sterling heir out of the way.
Worse, Brook casually admitted he had bribed the nurses at the private facility to swap my father's life-saving heart medication with placebos.
"Nature will take its course," he said coldly.
He was paying to let my father die so he could drain my last architectural patents, transfer them to his own enterprise, and kick me to the curb. Seconds later, Brook walked into the bedroom, brushed my hair behind my ear, and lovingly called me his sleeping beauty.
A wave of pure, physical nausea crashed over me. The man I was about to marry, the man the media praised as a fiercely devoted hero, was the monster orchestrating my family's complete destruction.
Tears were a luxury I could no longer afford.
I didn't scream, and I didn't confront him. Instead, I washed my face, slid the five-carat diamond ring back onto my finger, and drove straight to his headquarters.
If he wanted to use my family's tragedy to build his empire, I would play the perfect, broken fiancée—right until I burned it all to the ground.