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 9
The air in the VIP hospital room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Fabian stared at Angelena, the vein in his forehead pulsing visibly.
Before he could unleash his fury, his phone vibrated violently in his suit pocket. He pulled it out. It was an encrypted, urgent email from Alex.
Fabian opened the file. His pupils dilated. His face turned a terrifying, deadly shade of pale.
The report contained a series of blurry paparazzi photos. They showed Angelena walking out of a restaurant, and right behind her was Carlo Meyer. In the sequence of shots, Carlo was seen intimately draping his own suit jacket over her shoulders, leaning in close to whisper something in her ear that made her smile. The attached text from a high-profile financial gossip rag didn't just imply a relationship-it blatantly stated that insider sources confirmed Angelena was Carlo Meyer's secret fiancée, and that a massive corporate merger disguised as a wedding was already in the works.
Carlo Meyer was Fabian's most ruthless, bloodthirsty rival in the corporate world.
The fuse on Fabian's sanity completely burned out.
He hurled his phone across the room. It smashed against the leather sofa with a loud, violent thud. Foy and Leland jumped, shrinking back against the hospital bed in fear.
Fabian closed the distance between him and Angelena in one step. "You are unbelievable," he sneered, his voice dripping with pure, concentrated venom. "Playing the loving mother to my sons, while spreading your legs for Carlo Meyer? Is this his new strategy? Sending his whore to infiltrate my family?"
Angelena stared at him in utter confusion. "Who the hell is Carlo Meyer?"
She genuinely had no idea who he was talking about. But Fabian's words were so vile, so deeply insulting, that she didn't care to ask for clarification.
She tilted her chin up, her eyes blazing with absolute defiance. "Even if I were to sleep with a homeless man off the street, it would be a step up from a narcissistic, paranoid psycho like you."
Fabian's vision went red. He reached out, his large, calloused hand clamping brutally around Angelena's jaw. He forced her face up, making her look directly into his furious eyes.
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "If I find out you are using my sons to steal corporate secrets, I will make you beg for death."
The grip on her jaw was agonizing. But Angelena refused to show a single ounce of pain. Her eyes remained cold and unyielding.
Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her foot. The sharp, stiletto heel of her Louboutin slammed down with bone-crushing force directly onto the instep of Fabian's custom Italian leather shoe.
Fabian grunted in sudden, sharp pain. His grip loosened just enough.
Angelena ripped her face away, taking a quick step back. She rubbed her reddened jaw, glaring at him like he was a piece of trash.
Julian rushed forward, grabbing Fabian by the bicep. "Fabian, stop! You're in a hospital, for God's sake!"
Foy suddenly darted forward. He wrapped his small arms tightly around Angelena's leg, placing himself between her and his father. He glared up at Fabian, his eyes identical to the man he was defying. "Don't you touch her! I won't let you hurt Mommy!"
Leland began to wail from the bed. "I hate you, Daddy! I want to go with Mommy!"
The sight of his own flesh and blood turning against him, protecting this woman, hit Fabian like a freight train. A wave of profound, sickening defeat washed over him, quickly replaced by explosive anger. His authority was being completely dismantled.
He pointed a shaking finger at Angelena. "Guards!" he roared.
The two massive bodyguards stationed outside rushed into the room.
"Throw this scheming bitch out of the hospital," Fabian ordered, his chest heaving. "If she ever comes within fifty feet of my family again, break her legs."
The bodyguards lunged forward. They grabbed Angelena by both arms, their grips like iron vices, and began to drag her toward the door.
Angelena struggled violently, her heels scraping against the linoleum floor. "You are a cold-blooded sociopath!" she screamed at him. "You don't deserve those boys!"
Foy and Leland went feral. They threw themselves at the bodyguards, biting, kicking, and punching the men's legs, screaming for them to let Angelena go.
Seeing his sons reduced to sobbing, violent messes completely broke Fabian's resolve. The noise was unbearable.
"Let her go!" Fabian yelled over the chaos.
The bodyguards immediately released her. Angelena stumbled, catching her balance against the doorframe. She straightened her white blazer, smoothing down her hair. She took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing the humiliation and rage down into a tight, cold ball in her stomach.
She looked at Fabian one last time. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "One day, Fabian Richmond, you are going to pay in blood for your arrogance."
She didn't look back at the crying boys. She knew if she did, she would break. She turned and walked out, the sharp click of her heels echoing down the hallway until it faded into silence.
Fabian stood frozen in the center of the room. A bizarre, sharp pain twisted in his chest as he watched her leave, but he immediately crushed the feeling, labeling it as anger.
Julian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Fabian, I think you've made a massive mistake."
Fabian slapped Julian's hand away. "She is a corporate spy. End of story."
He walked over to the bed, looking down at his two sons, who were glaring at him with pure, unadulterated hatred. A deep sense of powerlessness settled over him.
He pulled out his phone. He needed to cure his sons, and he needed to cure his insomnia. He needed to cut that woman out of their lives forever.
"Alex," Fabian commanded. "I don't care what it costs. Find the real 'Angel'. Now."
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To him, our three years of marriage was just a business transaction, and now that my family was bankrupt, I was nothing but damaged goods.
He flicked a humiliating five-thousand-dollar check at me as his final act of charity, then locked me out of our townhouse into the freezing, pouring rain.
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It belonged to Holden Tillman, the ruthless patriarch of the Tillman empire—and the uncle Garrick lived in absolute terror of.
I thought I was walking into my death, but instead, I became his fiancée, ready to make Garrick and Lacey pay for every tear I shed.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
9.5
For nine years, I poured my soul into proving I was worthy of my wealthy boyfriend, Clayton Wright. I endured his endless, humiliating "tests," sacrificing everything for a place in his world.
But at our engagement party, the final test was revealed. He stood by as his ex-girlfriend, Anjelica, framed me for shattering a priceless family heirloom.
"You manipulative bitch!" he snarled, slapping me across the face. He then ordered his bodyguard to force me to my knees, grinding them into the sharp, broken fragments of the watch.
As I bled on the floor, he pulled out his phone and gave a single command: demolish my childhood home, the last piece I had of my deceased father.
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"The engagement is just for show. I'll still marry you. You're my destiny."
That night, clutching the last of my father's life insurance, I booked a one-way ticket and vanished. He thought he had finally broken his little project, but he had just unleashed a woman with nothing left to lose.
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
9.0
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She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
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"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
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A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.