The Ruined Heiress Returns With His Heirs
Angelena was the proud heiress of the wealthy Beasley family, until a single drink shattered her life.
Drugged by her jealous cousin and best friend, she stumbled into the wrong hotel suite and lost her innocence to a terrifying, authoritative stranger.
The next morning, reporters burst through the door, their camera flashes blinding her.
"Look at this mess! You were so desperate for money you'd sleep with some old man?"
Her cousin orchestrated the entire scandal to steal her inheritance. Her grandmother publicly disowned her, stripped her of her trust fund, and banished her from New York in absolute disgrace.
Seven months later, bleeding out in a freezing off-the-grid cabin, Angelena gave birth to quadruplets.
But as she slipped into unconsciousness, a corrupt black-market midwife stole her two newborn sons and sold them into the blizzard, leaving Angelena with only her twin daughters.
She clutched the single platinum cufflink the stranger had left behind, her heart shattered. She couldn't understand why her own blood relatives would destroy her so viciously, or who the monster was that took her innocence.
But the agonizing betrayal ignited a white-hot, burning vow for revenge.
Five years later, she returned to the city not as a broken outcast, but as a legendary underground doctor and a ruthless biotech CEO.
And the very first billionaire she clashed with was Fabian Richmond, a paranoid tyrant who unknowingly possessed her stolen sons—and the exact same platinum crest.
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Chapter 3
Angelena tightened her grip on her daughters' hands as they navigated the crowded terminal. Her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out. It was Justice Koch, her executive assistant, calling to coordinate the pickup.
"I'm near Terminal 4," Angelena said, looking up at the overhead signs.
Brigida tugged hard on the hem of Angelena's white blazer. "Mommy," she piped up, her voice sweet and urgent. "I need to go to the bathroom."
Angelena looked down, a soft, indulgent smile breaking her professional facade. She parked the luggage cart right outside the women's restroom entrance. "Go together. Hold hands. I'll be right here facing the door."
She turned her back to the restroom entrance to block the foot traffic, pressing the phone back to her ear to continue giving Justice directions.
Inside the restroom, Brigida and Domenica washed their hands at the low sinks. Just as Domenica reached for a paper towel, the door to the handicap stall swung open.
Two boys stepped out. They wore identical, high-end tailored mini-suits, complete with sunglasses and baseball caps.
The four five-year-olds froze. They stared at each other in the large mirror. Aside from their clothes and hairstyles, their facial features were a terrifying, exact copy of one another.
Foy, the older of the boys, lowered his sunglasses. His cool, calculating eyes widened slightly. "Why do you look exactly like me?" he demanded, his tone far too serious for a child.
Domenica giggled, sticking her tongue out playfully. Before she could answer, the heavy sound of synchronized, rapid footsteps echoed from the hallway outside.
Atherton, the elderly butler of the Richmond family, rushed into the restroom's outer vestibule, sweating profusely. Two massive bodyguards in black trench coats flanked him. They were in a state of absolute panic searching for their missing young masters.
Atherton's aging eyes scanned the area. He saw the backs of two children wearing neutral overalls and dark baseball caps pulled low over their foreheads, completely hiding their long hair. From behind, their silhouettes were identical to the young masters. In his frantic state, he didn't look twice. He lunged forward.
"Thank the heavens I found you!" Atherton gasped. He scooped up Brigida and Domenica, one under each arm. Without waiting for a response, he spun around and sprinted toward the exit, the bodyguards forming a wall behind him.
"Let me go, you crazy old man!" Brigida screamed, kicking her legs wildly. But her voice was completely muffled by the thick fabric of the bodyguards' coats and the blaring, high-decibel automated boarding announcements echoing through the outer vestibule as they rushed out.
Inside the restroom, Foy and Leland peeked around the corner of the sink. They stared at the empty space where the girls had just been.
Leland rubbed his eyes. "Foy, where did those girls go?"
Outside, Angelena hung up the phone and turned around. She caught a fleeting glimpse of a group of men in black suits rushing away, but she thought nothing of it. She assumed her daughters were still inside.
She waited another sixty seconds. Just as she took a step toward the restroom door, Justice Koch came sprinting through the crowd, pushing a second luggage cart, completely out of breath.
"Ms. Beasley!" Justice cried out, throwing her arms around Angelena in a tight hug. "I can't believe we are finally back. After five grueling years of you working day and night in those underground European labs, building this biotech firm from absolute scratch, the new drug trial results are in, they are phenomenal!"
Angelena smiled, distracted by the news.
At that exact moment, Foy and Leland walked out of the restroom, holding hands. Their caps were pulled low, sunglasses back on.
Justice caught sight of the two small figures out of the corner of her eye. Without missing a beat, she reached down and grabbed both boys by the hands. "Look how much you two have grown!" she beamed, not looking closely at their faces.
Foy frowned deeply. He tried to yank his hand away, but Leland gripped his brother's sleeve tightly. Leland was staring up at Angelena's profile. A bizarre, overwhelming sense of comfort washed over him.
Leland leaned in and whispered to Foy, "She smells so good."
Angelena, still reading the trial data on Justice's tablet, gave a distracted nod. She reached down, took Leland's free hand, and strode confidently toward the airport exit.
Meanwhile, Atherton practically threw the two struggling girls into the back of an extended Lincoln Navigator. He slammed the door shut and locked it, collapsing against the leather seat with a massive sigh of relief.
Brigida ripped off her cap, her long dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. She pointed a furious finger right at Atherton's nose. "You are kidnapping us! I am calling the police!"
Atherton turned around. His jaw dropped. His heart nearly stopped beating. The two short-haired young masters he thought he grabbed were now two long-haired little girls.
His hands shook violently as he pulled out his phone. He dialed Fabian Richmond's private number. "S-Sir," Atherton stuttered, cold sweat dripping down his neck. "I... I grabbed the wrong children."
Back with Angelena, the group climbed into the company's luxury van. Angelena handed the tablet back to Justice and turned around to grab a bottle of water for her daughters.
Her eyes landed on the back seat. The smile on her face froze instantly.
The water bottle slipped from her fingers. It hit the floorboard with a heavy thud.
Foy and Leland had taken off their sunglasses. They were staring at her with deep, piercing eyes that were an exact replica of her own. These were absolutely not her daughters.
Angelena's mind went entirely blank. A surge of pure terror shot through her veins. She lunged forward, grabbing Justice by the collar of her blouse.
"Whose children are these? !" Angelena screamed, her voice cracking with panic. "Where are my daughters? !"
Justice turned pale as a ghost. She stuttered, "I-I grabbed them from the bathroom door! I thought they were them!"
Foy sat perfectly still. He pushed Angelena's hand away from Justice's collar. His voice was unnervingly calm. "Ma'am, your employee just committed a serious felony. Kidnapping."
Angelena's vision blurred with panic. She slammed her hand against the partition window. "Turn the car around! Back to the airport, now!" Her hands shook uncontrollably as she pulled out her phone and dialed 911. Her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest.
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7.2
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9.5
Gina was locked in Blackwood Asylum for five years, framed as a violent lunatic by her own wealthy family.
Her brother suddenly dragged her out, but not to save her. He forced her into an arranged marriage with Kerr Brooks, the billionaire emperor of New York, just to save the Rollins family's failing company.
Back at the estate, her parents treated her like a biohazard. They showered her adopted sister, Hailie, with love and luxury, while forcing Gina into a freezing servant's room. They threw a brutal prenuptial agreement at her face and threatened to leak a deepfake scandal video to the press if she didn't play the perfect bride. To ensure Gina's absolute ruin, Hailie even ordered a maid to spike her dinner with a massive dose of LSD. They were ruthlessly sacrificing her to a man who was secretly in a deep, unresponsive coma.
"She is just a tool, Hailie. Do not waste your pity on a broken thing."
Her mother's cold words echoed in the foyer. They looked at Gina's faded jumpsuit and vacant eyes, fully believing she was a heavily sedated pawn they could easily manipulate and discard.
But they didn't know Gina was a master hacker, a lethal underground surgeon, and the secret owner of the world's top luxury brand. She neutralized the poison in seconds and slipped into her comatose fiancé's heavily guarded ICU. Disabling the secret neuro-suppressants keeping him asleep, Gina smiled in the dark. If they wanted her to marry a corpse, she would use his empire to bury them all alive.
9.1
I was supposed to be celebrating my twenty-first birthday and my engagement to the man I loved.
Instead, I was bleeding out in a crushed car, listening to my fiancé Greggory and my stepsister Alta laughing over the car's Bluetooth.
They had cut my brakes.
As the steering wheel crushed my shattered ribs, they cheerfully clinked their champagne glasses, celebrating their hostile takeover of my family's media empire.
I tried to scream for help, but my lungs wouldn't work.
Then, Alta's sweet voice delivered the final, fatal blow over the speaker.
"Your mother? I took care of her too."
I died in the freezing rain, my heart frozen with absolute hatred as I realized every touch and whispered promise was just a calculated step toward my murder.
I gave them everything, treating them like my closest family.
Why did they have to kill my innocent mother? Why did I blindly trust two vipers who only wanted to drain my blood?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of gasoline was gone.
I was back in my bedroom, safe and unharmed, on the exact day of my twenty-first birthday party.
The day the tragedy began.
Downstairs, my murderers were waiting to spring their trap, expecting me to blindly accept Greggory's proposal.
But this time, I put on a blood-red dress, grabbed the photo of their secret affair, and walked down the stairs to choose a new fiancé—the most ruthless billionaire in the room.
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.
8.4
In her past life, Serena Vale was the perfect daughter and sister. She sacrificed everything, her dreams, her university admission, and even her inheritance, so her stepsister could live the life she deserved.
But kindness was repaid with betrayal.
At twenty-eight, just hours after her billionaire fiancé finally proposed, Serena was poisoned by the very sister she had spent her life protecting.
When she opens her eyes again, Serena is eighteen, back to the day before she is supposed to give up her university admission to her stepsister.
This time, she refuses.
She keeps her future.
She takes back her inheritance.
And the cold billionaire her sister desperately wanted?
Serena decides to claim him first.
Not because she loves him but because she knows that in ten years, Adrian Kingsley will become one of the richest men in the world.
But things start changing.
The supposedly distant and emotionless billionaire is watching her closely... protecting her... and looking at her as if she belongs to him.
And sometimes, when their eyes meet, Serena wonders
Does he remember their past life too?
This time, Serena isn't the naive girl who died with regrets.
This time, she's here for revenge
7.2
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision.
But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy.
It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code.
"Curtain call."
By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide.
The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead.
Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling.
Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life.
To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto.
Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her?
Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames.
As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started.
She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty.
The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.