The Reborn Genius Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
My biological mother finally came to the rundown trailer park to take me to her wealthy new family in New York.
But instead of the good life she promised, I was treated worse than a stray dog.
My stepbrother broke my legs with a golf club just for fun, while my perfect stepsister smiled and watched.
My mother didn't even try to stop them. She let them lock me in a car and set it on fire.
I was burned alive, the smell of gasoline and toxic smoke filling my lungs as they walked away with my life.
Until my last agonizing breath, I couldn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much.
Why did I have to die just so her new family could thrive?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of smoke vanished, replaced by the cheap coffee of the diner I worked at.
I was seventeen again, on the exact day the black Bentley pulled up to take me away.
This time, I wasn't going to be their victim.
I deliberately stalled our departure, saving us from the massive highway pileup that was supposed to be my grave.
And when my stepbrother threw a metal dart at my face on my first day back, I didn't just dodge.
I let New York's most ruthless billionaire step in, ruining his ten-million-dollar watch in the process.
"Since that hand likes to throw things, I will take the hand as payment."
Watching my arrogant stepfamily fall to their knees and beg for mercy, I knew my revenge had just begun.
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Chapter 9
Elvie's hysterical screams echoed off the high ceilings of the foyer. She clung to the wooden banister, her makeup running down her face in dark streaks.
"Please! He's just a boy! Take my hand instead!" Elvie wailed, looking down at Donovan.
Warren remained frozen on his knees, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor. He knew begging was useless. If Donovan Suarez wanted a hand, his men would take it, and the NYPD wouldn't even blink.
Donovan's face remained completely impassive. He looked at the crying mother and the terrified son with the same emotion he would look at dirt on his shoe. He turned his body, ready to walk out the door and let his men handle the butchery.
Preston raised his hand, signaling the two massive bodyguards waiting outside to come in.
Suddenly, Celina stepped forward.
She reached out her hand. Her small, pale fingers pinched the fabric of Donovan's custom-tailored suit jacket. She gave it a tiny, almost imperceptible tug.
The entire room seemed to stop breathing.
Preston's eyes widened in horror. He thought the girl had a death wish. No one touched Donovan Suarez.
Donovan stopped mid-step. He slowly turned his head. His dark, dangerous eyes dropped down to her fingers gripping his jacket.
Celina tilted her head up. Her clear, freezing eyes locked onto his.
"Let it go," Celina said. Her voice was calm, quiet, and completely steady.
She wasn't pleading for Dock's life. She didn't care if Dock bled out on the floor. But she didn't want the police swarming the house on her first day back. She had her own plans, her own secrets, and she absolutely refused to owe this terrifying man a debt she couldn't pay.
Donovan stared into her eyes. He saw the stubborn pride burning in them.
The violent, dark rage swirling in his chest instantly dissolved. The physical contact of her hand on his jacket sent a wave of calm straight into his nervous system.
A low, dark chuckle vibrated in Donovan's chest.
The sound was rich and smooth, but it terrified Warren even more than the screaming.
Donovan reached over and wrapped his large, warm hand around Celina's wrist. He gently pulled her hand away from his jacket. Then, he flipped her palm open and pressed the ten-million-dollar, scratched Patek Philippe into her hand.
He didn't look at her. He looked down at Warren.
"Since she asked," Donovan said, his voice dripping with absolute authority. "He keeps the hand."
Warren let out a loud gasp of air, sobbing in relief. Elvie collapsed against the stairs, thanking God.
But Donovan wasn't finished.
"Bring him down here," Donovan commanded, pointing a finger at the stairs. "He apologizes to her. Until she is satisfied."
He made it clear. The apology wasn't for him. It was for Celina. He was handing her the absolute power over her abuser.
Warren didn't hesitate for a second. He scrambled up the stairs, grabbed Dock by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him down the steps like a sack of garbage.
Warren kicked Dock hard in the back of the knees.
Dock crashed to the marble floor, landing directly at Celina's feet.
Dock's face was covered in snot and tears. He was shaking so hard his teeth chattered. He looked up at Celina, the girl he had called trash just minutes ago.
"I'm... I'm sorry," Dock choked out, his voice cracking with humiliation.
Celina looked down at him. She didn't say it was okay. She didn't accept the apology. She just stared at him with dead, cold eyes, letting the silence stretch out and crush his ego into dust.
A full minute passed. The silence was agonizing.
Finally, Celina looked away.
Donovan watched her reaction. A look of deep satisfaction crossed his face. He looked at Celina one last time.
"Keep the watch safe," Donovan murmured, his voice low and fiercely possessive, cementing the invisible chain he had just wrapped around her.
He turned around and walked out the front doors, Preston trailing right behind him.
The heavy doors shut. The engine of the Maybach roared to life and faded down the driveway.
The crushing pressure in the room finally lifted. Warren collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Elvie ran down the stairs to hug Dock. Karrie stared at the watch in Celina's hand, her eyes burning with toxic jealousy.
Celina gripped the heavy metal watch. It was still warm from Donovan's skin.
She knew this wasn't a gift. It was a chain. He had just tied himself to her.
Without looking at her pathetic family, Celina adjusted her backpack and walked down the hallway toward the small guest room in the back of the house.
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8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
7.2
For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river.
But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire.
I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred.
He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach.
"Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me.
To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage.
I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over.
I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor?
"Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness."
He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back.
Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash.
That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.
8.0
Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street.
To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon.
But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever.
"Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it."
Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her.
Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end.
Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?
8.2
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.
9.3
To escape my abusive adoptive mother selling me to a loan shark for $50,000, I rushed to City Hall to marry a blind date.
In a blind panic, I grabbed the wrong man.
He was Julian Cardenas IV, a billionaire CEO who desperately needed a fake wife to dodge a corporate arranged marriage. We signed the papers on the spot.
He became my legal shield. He moved me into his pristine penthouse and secretly protected me from my family's violent threats. When I broke down crying in the freezing cold, he quietly left me hot cocoa. For the first time in my life, I felt safe.
But then, Julian overheard me complaining to my sister about my constantly breaking-down car, groaning that I had to "get rid of this baby four times."
He thought I meant abortions.
The man who was slowly melting my frozen heart instantly turned to ice. He threw away the dinner he had specially bought for me, his eyes filled with absolute disgust and blinding rage.
I was left entirely confused and terrified. Why did my savior suddenly look at me like I was the most repulsive thing in the world? What had I done to deserve this sudden cruelty?
I thought this fake marriage was my ticket out of hell. I didn't realize I had just locked myself in a cage with a furious, ruthless CEO who now wanted to destroy me.
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.