The True Heiress Returns: His Bitter Regret
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Ariel woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by five titans of Wall Street. She instantly realized she had transmigrated into the corporate warfare novel she read last night.
She was the real daughter of the ruthless Washington family, a family destined to be completely destroyed. And the one who would cause their bankruptcy, imprisonment, and deaths was the crying, hypocritical adopted sister holding her hand—Cherilyn.
Knowing the plot, Ariel was terrified. She watched Cherilyn hand her a glass of organic juice and internally screamed about how it was laced with neurotoxins. She expected the cold, calculating family to side with the fake daughter and throw Ariel into the Hudson River. To survive, Ariel planned to play dumb, steal a Picasso painting, and run away to Hawaii before the feds raided their estate.
But things got weird. Instead of bullying her, her terrifying father ordered the poisoned juice destroyed. Her ruthless brothers started buying out Michelin-star restaurants for her lunch, dropping off diamond-encrusted pens in military helicopters, and mercilessly crushing anyone who dared to cross her.
"Why are these doomed villains suddenly acting like invincible strategic geniuses?" Ariel thought, utterly baffled.
She had no idea that her entire family could hear her inner thoughts. And the Wall Street wolves were using her mental spoilers to rewrite their tragic fate.
The True Heiress Returns: His Bitter Regret Chapter 1
"Ariel? Sweetie, can you hear me?"
The voice was too sweet. It scraped against Ariel's eardrums like sandpaper.
She forced her heavy eyelids open. The harsh glare of the surgical lights sliced through her retinas. She blinked, her throat burning like swallowed glass.
The blurry shapes around her bed sharpened. Five figures stood over her.
Three men in bespoke suits. An older man leaning on a custom mahogany cane. A woman dripping in diamonds.
The Washington family.
Ariel's stomach dropped. Bile rose in the back of her throat. She was inside the book. The Wall Street corporate warfare novel she had finished reading at 2 AM last night.
Cherilyn threw herself at the edge of the mattress. She grabbed Ariel's hand.
"Oh, thank God," Cherilyn sobbed. Her Upper East Side accent was flawless. "I was so worried about you, sister."
Ariel coughed. Her lungs felt tight.
Look at this fake bitch, Ariel thought. She's probably going to spike my IV bag with potassium next.
The thought didn't stay in her head.
It rang out. Sharp, clear, and metallic. It echoed directly inside the minds of the five Washington family members in the room.
Conrad's hand clamped down on the gold head of his cane. The wood groaned. His knuckles turned bone-white. His sharp eyes darted to the ceiling, hunting for a hidden speaker.
Eleanor stumbled back. Her stiletto heel caught on the linoleum floor. She slammed into the metal IV pole. The saline bags swayed violently.
Jonas's hand shot to his waistband. His fingers brushed the cold fabric of his suit jacket, right where he kept his concealed Glock. His jaw locked.
Greggory ripped his Tom Ford sunglasses off his face, his hand flying to his temple as if struck by a sudden migraine. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face twisting in pain as the sound bypassed his eardrums entirely and echoed directly in the very center of his consciousness.
Devontae yanked his encrypted phone from his pocket. His thumbs flew across the screen, scanning for rogue Bluetooth frequencies.
Ariel watched them. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
What is wrong with these Wall Street wolves? Ariel thought. They look like they just got struck by lightning. No wonder they all end up jumping off a building after the hostile takeover.
The words jumping off a building exploded in their skulls.
Jonas froze. His hand dropped from his waist. He stared at the girl on the bed. His chest stopped moving.
Conrad swallowed hard. The muscle in his jaw ticked. He forced his hand to relax on the cane.
"Ariel," Conrad said. His voice was thick. "How are you feeling?"
Ariel put on a weak, obedient smile. "A little dizzy, Father."
Keep acting like a loving dad, you old fox, Ariel thought. You're all going to be sleeping on the streets in a year anyway.
This time, they saw it. Ariel's lips didn't move. But the voice came directly from her.
Eleanor slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes turned bloodshot. Her chest he heave as panic seized her lungs. Sleeping on the streets. The words paralyzed her.
Cherilyn didn't flinch. She couldn't hear it.
"Here, drink some water," Cherilyn said softly. She picked up a glass from the nightstand and brought it to Ariel's lips.
Don't touch me! Ariel screamed in her mind. You sociopath! You faked a pregnancy to steal the shares and killed a man!
Greggory's head snapped toward Cherilyn. The protective warmth in his eyes vanished. Pure, unfiltered disgust replaced it.
Devontae moved faster than anyone.
He lunged forward and smacked the glass out of Cherilyn's hand.
"It's too cold," Devontae barked. "Bad for her stomach."
The glass hit the floor. It shattered into a hundred pieces. Water splashed onto Cherilyn's designer heels.
Cherilyn gasped. She stepped back, her perfect mask cracking for a fraction of a second.
Ariel flinched at the loud crash.
This third brother has severe anger issues, Ariel thought. No wonder he gets stabbed to death in federal prison.
Devontae's face lost all its color. He looked like a corpse. His hands shook so violently he almost dropped his phone.
Conrad stepped forward. His presence sucked the air out of the room.
"Cherilyn," Conrad ordered. His tone left no room for argument. "Go find the doctor. Now."
Cherilyn bit her lower lip. Her eyes pooled with real tears of frustration. She turned and walked out of the room, her heels clicking angrily against the floor.
The heavy door clicked shut.
Silence suffocated the room.
Five pairs of eyes locked onto Ariel. They stared at her like she was a ticking bomb.
Ariel's skin crawled. Cold sweat slicked her palms.
Why are they staring at me like that? Ariel thought. Did they figure out I'm an imposter? Are they going to tie me to a cinder block and throw me into the Hudson River?
Eleanor gasped. She forced the corners of her mouth up. It was a grotesque, trembling smile.
"We are just glad you are awake, sweetie," Eleanor choked out.
Ariel stared at her mother's twisted face.
They are completely insane, Ariel thought. I need to play dead.
She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the white hospital blanket over her nose.
The five titans of Wall Street stood frozen around the bed. Cold sweat dripped down their spines.
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The True Heiress Returns: His Bitter Regret of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
9.3
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth.
After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money.
Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out.
To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club.
Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort.
Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job.
But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold.
The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company.
Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer.
"Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously.
Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy.
"Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."
7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.
