The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback
I woke up alone in a cold hospital room after a near-fatal car crash.
My husband of three years, Bryant, claimed he was too busy with back-to-back meetings to visit me.
But when I dragged my bruised body into the hallway, I caught him pinning his pregnant mistress against a vending machine.
"As soon as my company IPOs next month, I'm dumping my useless wife."
"She's so pathetic. She'd be living on the streets if it wasn't for my charity."
For three years, Bryant and his mother had humiliated me for being an orphan, treating me like a penniless burden while he secretly bought a multi-million-dollar townhouse for his new family.
A cold knot formed in my stomach. I had almost died in that wreckage, yet my husband was disgusted by my very existence, eagerly waiting to throw me away.
But Bryant didn't know about the damp, sealed envelope the paramedics had recovered from my wrecked car.
The DNA report inside proved I wasn't a nobody from the gutter.
I was the biological daughter of the Beaumonts—New York's wealthiest, most ruthless billionaire dynasty.
I didn't scream or confront them.
Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone, recorded their affair in high definition, and dialed a Wall Street financier I hadn't spoken to in years.
"I'm done playing the happy housewife. Pull his algorithmic backdoors and drain the accounts."
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Chapter 10
High above Wall Street, in the minimalist, glass-encased office of Zimmerman Capital, Emilio Zimmerman stood perfectly still, staring out at the Manhattan skyline.
His executive assistant, Julian Croft, stepped quietly into the room. He held a secure, encrypted tablet against his chest.
Julian cleared his throat. "Sir, our intelligence network has confirmed the rumors. The Beaumont family has officially found their missing biological daughter."
Emilio turned slowly. His sharp, predatory eyes locked onto Julian. His expression was completely unreadable, but his focus was intense and unwavering.
Julian handed over the tablet. The screen displayed a high-resolution surveillance photo of Ava Beaumont stepping out of the Bergdorf Goodman VIP entrance.
Emilio took the tablet. His long, strong fingers traced the edge of the screen as he studied Ava's calm, striking features.
He noted the subtle confidence in her posture. It was a stark contrast to the typical, sheltered heiresses he usually encountered in his circles. She looked like a survivor.
"Richard Beaumont is quietly seeking a powerful protector for her-an alliance with someone he can absolutely trust to shield her from any further harm. He has already rejected all pure commercial marriage proposals, prioritizing her safety above all else," Julian mentioned, watching his boss carefully.
Emilio handed the tablet back. His deep voice rumbled through the quiet office. "Clear my schedule for tonight."
Julian nodded. "Where are we heading, sir?"
Emilio replied with the name of an exclusive, members-only private club in Midtown.
The scene shifted to the dimly lit, jazz-filled interior of the private club. Ava sat alone in a secluded leather booth, sipping a cold martini. She was waiting to meet her legal team to finalize the aggressive divorce filings.
Across the room, the heavy oak doors burst open. Bryant Ford walked in. He looked disheveled and frantic, his tie loosened as he desperately tried to secure bridge loans to save his failing company.
Bryant spotted Ava in the booth. His eyes widened in shock before his face twisted into a mask of desperate, ugly anger.
He marched across the patterned carpet, completely ignoring the club's strict decorum rules. He slammed his hands down hard on Ava's table, rattling her glass.
"How did you get past the screening without my name?" Bryant hissed, his veins bulging against his collar.
Ava didn't flinch. She took a slow sip of her drink. "I don't have a membership, Bryant," Ava replied coolly, her gaze drifting over his desperate posture, enjoying the sheer panic radiating from his pores. "But as of this morning, I am the guest the club's owner wants to please the most. It's a Beaumont family perk, something a failing tech bro wouldn't understand."
Bryant recoiled, refusing to believe her. He raised his voice, causing several nearby wealthy patrons to turn and stare in disgust.
"I will drag you out of here by your hair if you don't unfreeze my credit cards and return the codes!" Bryant threatened, leaning over the table.
From the shadows of the adjacent VIP alcove, Emilio Zimmerman watched the entire interaction. His eyes narrowed dangerously at Bryant's physical threat.
Emilio stepped out of the shadows. His towering, broad-shouldered frame instantly dominated the physical space around the booth.
He approached the table silently. The sheer force of his presence caused the ambient temperature in the room to seemingly drop.
Emilio placed a heavy, completely steady hand on Bryant's shoulder. His grip tightened just enough to inflict sharp, warning pain deep into the muscle.
Bryant gasped, spinning around furiously. His anger evaporated instantly when he recognized the face of the ultimate Wall Street apex predator.
"Mr... Mr. Zimmerman," Bryant stammered, his knees practically buckling. He tried to force a respectful, terrified smile.
Emilio ignored Bryant completely. His intense, dark eyes locked onto Ava. He held her gaze with a magnetic, undeniable weight that made Ava's breath catch slightly in her throat.
"Is this nuisance bothering you?" Emilio asked Ava. His voice was smooth, but laced with lethal, absolute authority.
Ava looked up at Emilio. She was momentarily surprised by his sudden intervention, but she quickly masked it. A spark of genuine intrigue lit up her eyes.
"The nuisance was just leaving," Ava replied coolly, holding Emilio's intense stare without backing down for a second.
Emilio smirked. It was a terrifyingly handsome expression. He violently shoved Bryant backward, dismissing him like trash.
Emilio turned his head slightly toward the shadows. "Julian."
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9.0
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."
9.4
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."
8.4
For twenty years, I lived as the adopted daughter of the wealthy Hill family.
But today, they forced me to sign a severance agreement and kicked me out so their precious biological daughter, Malia, could marry my fiancé.
To ruin me completely, they framed me for stealing Malia's engagement bracelet, threatening me with prison.
I calmly exposed the "sapphire" as cheap glass, then rolled up my sleeves to show the reporters my scarred, punctured arms.
For two decades, I wasn't a daughter. I was Malia's living blood and bone marrow bank.
They drained my health to keep her alive, even ordering doctors to ignore my failing organs just so she could attend a gala.
"Take this million dollars and shut your mouth," my adoptive father sneered, throwing a check at my feet.
My ex-fiancé looked at me with disgust, and Malia screamed that I was a crazy, vindictive liar.
They had stolen my life and my health, yet they still looked down on me like I was garbage.
I ripped the check into pieces and threw it in their faces.
Just as they ordered the butler to drag me out, a group of men in black suits shattered the chaos.
The heir of the untouchable Montgomery dynasty stepped through the door, ignoring the Hills' fawning, and handed me a DNA report.
I wasn't a disposable blood bag. I was the long-lost true heiress of old New York money.
And now, I was going to take back everything they stole from me.
7.7
Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand.
"I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly.
Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life.
Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled.
She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck.
As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression.
He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door.
He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain.
A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones.
She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash.
Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air.
She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup.
When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg.
"I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.
7.6
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Aria Bennett is the perfect daughter, a decoration in her father's massive business empire. But for one night, she decides to break every rule. At a secret underground club, she meets Adrian, a man who knows exactly how to please her and awaken desires she never knew she had. They promise each other nothing but one night of pleasure and desire.
But when Aria wakes up to find him gone, leaving only a cold note behind, she thinks the fantasy is over. That is, until she walks downstairs the next morning to see the same man standing in her driveway.
Now, the man who knows her darkest secrets is her father's new driver. Forced to face him every day while pretending they are strangers, Aria is caught in a suffocating game of cat and mouse.
Adrian on the other hand is dangerous, cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy her father's empire.
And the closer she gets to him, the more she risks losing everything, including herself.