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 4
Ava stepped out of the foyer and into the massive living room. Her heels clicked sharply against the imported Italian marble floor.
Gayle Ford was sprawled across the custom velvet sofa. She was wearing her dirty designer shoes indoors, eating expensive Beluga caviar straight from the tin with a silver spoon.
Gayle looked up. Her heavily botoxed face twisted into an immediate sneer. "What are you doing here? You belong in the hospital."
Gayle didn't wait for an answer. She waved the silver spoon in the air. "The maid hasn't fluffed these pillows properly. Go to the kitchen and fetch me a glass of sparkling water. My throat is parched."
Ava stopped in the dead center of the room. She folded her arms across her chest, staring at Gayle with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust.
Landon Stone stepped out from the hallway shadows, positioning himself right behind Ava. His massive frame cast a long, intimidating shadow over the glass coffee table. Gayle flinched, dropping her spoon into the tin.
Gayle pointed a manicured, trembling finger at Landon. "Who is this thug? I'm calling Bryant right now to have you both arrested!"
Ava ignored the threat. She kept her voice perfectly level. "You have exactly ten minutes to pack your cheap bags and vacate my premises."
Gayle burst into a harsh, mocking laugh. "Your premises? My son paid for this penthouse! You are nothing but a lucky charity case he dragged out of the mud."
Ava unzipped her bag. She pulled out a thick legal deed and tossed it onto the glass coffee table. It landed right next to the caviar tin with a heavy smack.
"Read it," Ava commanded.
Gayle's eyes darted to the document. She leaned forward, her face paling rapidly as she struggled to comprehend the complex legal jargon. The property's sole legal owner was a subsidiary of the Beaumont Group. And just an hour ago, that ownership was transferred unconditionally into her name by the family's attorneys. She own every square inch of the marble you are standing on.
Attempting to regain control of her shattered reality, Gayle stood up. "You're a barren wife!" she shouted, her chest heaving. "You can't even give Bryant a proper heir! You deserve nothing!"
Ava smiled. It was a cold, terrifying expression that didn't reach her eyes. "I agree. I won't be giving Bryant an heir. Because Kadence Fischer is already doing that job for him."
Gayle froze. Her mouth dropped open. The revelation of Kadence's pregnancy hit her completely by surprise.
For a second, Ava expected a mother's outrage at her son's infidelity. Instead, Gayle's eyes lit up with a sickening, greedy delight.
"A grandson?" Gayle muttered, her posture suddenly straightening. She looked at Ava with renewed arrogance. "Well, then you really do deserve to be thrown out. Kadence is carrying the true Ford legacy."
Ava looked at the older woman with utter pity. "The Ford legacy is nothing but a mountain of debt hidden behind a failing tech startup."
Ava didn't say another word to her. She gestured to Landon with a curt nod.
Landon stepped forward. He grabbed Gayle's oversized designer luggage by the handles and tossed it unceremoniously out into the elevator lobby. The bags hit the floor with a loud thud.
Gayle shrieked. She lunged forward to grab her bags, screaming at the top of her lungs. "I will have you arrested for assault! Elder abuse!"
Landon easily blocked her path. He used his imposing physical presence to herd the screaming woman out of the living room and toward the open elevator doors.
Ava watched from the doorway. She picked up Gayle's favorite, gaudy faux-fur coat from the armchair and tossed it out onto the lobby floor like a piece of trash.
"Enjoy the Tribeca townhouse, Gayle," Ava said smoothly. "Assuming Bryant can still afford the mortgage after today."
Gayle stumbled backward into the elevator cab. Her face was flushed dark red with rage and absolute humiliation. She clutched her fur coat to her chest, her mouth opening to scream another curse.
Ava reached out and pressed the lobby button on the elevator panel. She maintained direct, icy eye contact with her former mother-in-law.
The brass doors slid shut, cutting off Gayle's shrill voice mid-sentence. The penthouse plunged back into peaceful, beautiful silence.
Ava turned to Landon. "Have the building's security team sweep the apartment. Change every biometric lock."
She walked over to the panoramic window overlooking Central Park. She pulled out her phone, ready to arrange her transport. It was time to go home.
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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.