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 7
Fabian watched Angelena's white blazer disappear around the corner of the hallway. He turned his head and shot a freezing glare at Arleen, who was still sobbing dramatically against the doorframe. A sudden, intense wave of irritation washed over him.
He didn't offer Arleen a single word of comfort. Instead, he walked back to the bed and carefully pulled the duvet up to Leland's chin. His movements were incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to his usual ruthless demeanor.
Eleonora slammed her cane against the floor again. "Fabian! Call security! Have that lunatic arrested for assault!"
Fabian rubbed his throbbing temples. "Enough, Grandmother," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "She just saved Leland's life. The Richmond family does not repay debts by calling the police. Atherton, escort them back to their rooms."
Arleen heard the subtle defense in his tone. Jealousy clawed at her throat, but she forced a sickeningly sweet, forgiving smile. "It's okay, Fabian. I don't blame her. She's just... pathetic."
Fabian ignored her entirely. He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled out his phone, and dialed Alex.
"I want to know exactly what happened to Angelena Beasley five years ago," Fabian ordered, his voice cold. "Why was she kicked out? Who was involved? I want every single detail, no matter how deeply it's buried."
Meanwhile, Angelena sat in the back of a yellow cab, watching the neon lights of Manhattan blur past the window. She leaned her head against the cold glass, utterly exhausted.
Her burner phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out. It was a voice note from Ghost, her hacker partner.
[Hey Boss. The bounty for 'Angel' on the dark web just hit ten million dollars. The client is still Richmond Corp. You want me to open a channel? ]
Angelena pulled a wireless earbud from her purse and jammed it into her ear. "No," she replied, her voice dripping with ice. "I don't care if he offers a billion. I will never take a job from Fabian Richmond. Block the IP."
Ghost chuckled through the static. [Damn. Did the King of New York piss in your cereal? ]
"He's a blind, arrogant tyrant," Angelena spat, ending the call.
A second later, her regular phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown, encrypted number.
She answered it.
"How much?"
Fabian's voice came through the speaker. It was deep, magnetic, and completely void of warmth. "Name your price to leave New York and never come near my sons again."
Angelena paused for a fraction of a second before letting out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Do you honestly believe your money gives you the right to buy people's lives?"
"I believe," Fabian said coldly, "that you approaching Leland is part of a calculated agenda. I will not allow a dangerous variable to remain in my children's orbit."
"You have severe paranoia," Angelena fired back, her grip on the phone tightening. "I don't care about your money, and I certainly don't care about you."
Fabian's breathing grew heavier over the line. "Don't think that because you got lucky with Leland today, you have leverage over me. The Richmond family has access to the best medical teams on the planet."
"Your 'best medical teams' couldn't even handle a febrile seizure," Angelena sneered. "They are a bunch of useless hacks."
The silence on the line was deafening. The psychological warfare between them crackled through the phone, neither willing to yield a single inch.
Suddenly, a small, clear voice broke through the background noise on Fabian's end.
"Mommy? Foy misses you."
Fabian immediately covered the microphone with his hand. "Foy, go back to your room," he hissed.
But Angelena had already heard it.
Her heart violently contracted. A physical ache spread through her chest. The primal, undeniable pull of a child calling for her shattered her icy armor instantly. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.
She ignored Fabian completely. She softened her voice to a gentle whisper. "Be a good boy. Go to sleep."
Then, she pulled the phone away and hit end.
Hearing the dial tone, Fabian's face turned ashen. He stared at the phone in his hand. The realization that this woman held more influence over his son's emotions than he did made his blood boil.
He looked down at Foy, who was staring up at him with defiant, angry eyes. Fabian's suspicion morphed into a dark, consuming paranoia.
The next morning.
Angelena walked into her biotech company's headquarters. Before she even reached her desk, Justice ran up to her, clutching a tablet, her face pale.
"Ms. Beasley, we have a massive problem. Our primary supplier for the new drug trial just cut off all raw materials. Effective immediately. The supplier is a subsidiary of Richmond Corp."
Angelena's eyes turned into chips of ice. Fabian was using his corporate power to starve her out of the city.
She slammed her briefcase onto her desk and leaned forward, her eyes burning with absolute defiance. "If he wants a war, I'll give him a war."
She flipped open her laptop. Her fingers flew across the keys, bypassing standard corporate protocols and diving straight into the dark web. She began contacting international smugglers and black-market chemical suppliers. She was going to use her underground network as "Angel" to break Fabian's siege.
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7.2
After a one night stand with the woman whose house Jason broke into, his life has never been the same. Like a siren's call, he can't get the nymphomaniac woman off his mind. Weeks later, while getting intel for the crew's next heist, Jason lays eyes upon the woman and follows her into a secret strip club. She appears to lead a double life. One where she's the CEO of a multimillion company and her father's golden child. The other side of her life is that she owns a strip club and is extremely erotic. Can Jason learn to live with her as she is? Will he put his pride aside to be with the woman? ... especially when his crew is hired to kidnap a woman who turns out to be the love of his life.
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.