The True Heiress Returns: His Bitter Regret
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.
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Chapter 5
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom idled outside the wrought-iron gates of St. Jude's Prep School.
Ariel stepped out. She smoothed down her plaid uniform skirt. She looked at the sea of designer bags and luxury cars.
This is literally Gossip Girl, Ariel thought. I hate it here.
Cherilyn slid out of the car. Her face transformed instantly. A perfect, radiant smile stretched across her lips. She linked her arm through Ariel's.
Get your hands off me, you snake, Ariel thought.Two days ago you tried to poison my breakfast, and now you’re playing sweet sister? What fresh hell is this?
In a boardroom on Wall Street, Jonas stopped mid-sentence.
In an art gallery in SoHo, Eleanor dropped her catalog.
They both heard the warning. Their muscles tensed.
Cherilyn pulled Ariel into the VIP cloakroom. The heavy oak door clicked shut. They were alone.
Cherilyn dropped Ariel's arm. The smile vanished from her face.
She opened her Hermes Birkin bag. She pulled out a limited-edition Tom Ford lipstick. She turned to the mirror and slowly applied it.
"Ariel," Cherilyn said. Her voice was smooth, cold, and dripping with venom. "Do you really think you can just walk into this family and replace me?"
Ariel leaned against the metal lockers. She lowered her head, pretending to look terrified.
Replace you? Ariel thought. I just want to grab some cash and run away before you all end up in jail.
Cherilyn turned around. She stepped into Ariel's personal space.
"I am the queen of this school," Cherilyn whispered. "You are going to be a ghost. You will not speak. You will not look at my friends."
Yeah, okay, Ariel thought. You're the queen. And you're going to get arrested for hiring a hitman right after the Pierce acquisition fails later this year.
On a movie set in Hollywood, Greggory choked on his Perrier water. He coughed violently, waving off his makeup artist.
Cherilyn reached out and adjusted Ariel's collar. Her fingers brushed Ariel's neck. It was a threat.
"If you cross me," Cherilyn said softly, "I will socially execute you. You will have nothing."
Ariel shivered visibly. "I understand, sister."
Your friends? Ariel mocked in her mind. You mean Paige? The one who is sleeping with your fiancé every weekend in his penthouse?
The bomb dropped.
Every single Washington family member stopped breathing. The sheer magnitude of the scandal echoed in their skulls.
Cherilyn smirked. She patted Ariel's cheek, turned on her Christian Louboutin heels, and walked out of the cloakroom.
Ariel let out a long breath. She opened her locker and grabbed her history textbook.
She walked out into the main hallway.
A group of girls walked toward her. They looked like clones in high-end couture.
Kendall Finch, Cherilyn's top minion, led the pack. She locked eyes with Ariel. A nasty smirk played on her lips.
Kendall sped up. She slammed her shoulder hard into Ariel's chest.
The impact knocked the wind out of Ariel. Her textbook and pens scattered across the marble floor.
"Oops," Kendall said loudly. Her voice echoed down the hall. "Sorry, new girl. Didn't see you down there."
The hallway erupted in low, cruel laughter. Dozens of students stopped to watch the show.
Ariel rubbed her shoulder. She squatted down to pick up her pens.
This is elementary school bullying, Ariel thought. Are these really Manhattan elites?
She picked up a yellow pencil.
Laugh all you want, Kendall, Ariel thought. Your dad's hedge fund is getting raided by the SEC tomorrow for insider trading. You're going to be bankrupt by Friday.
In his office, Devontae's eyes widened. He slammed his hands onto his keyboard. He immediately pulled up the Finch hedge fund. He started aggressively shorting their stock.
At the end of the hallway, Cherilyn gasped dramatically. She rushed forward, playing the role of the concerned sister.
Here comes the white lotus, Ariel thought. Someone get me a barf bag.
In his Wall Street office, Jonas's face turned into a mask of pure rage. He slammed his fist onto the intercom.
"Get my helicopter ready," Jonas roared at his assistant. "Now."
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Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
8.0
Elva used a spare key card to quietly enter the hotel penthouse, only to find her boyfriend of two years panting heavily on the king-sized bed with her own cousin.
Instead of showing remorse, her cousin shamelessly mocked her background, while her ex aggressively lunged at her to destroy the photographic evidence she had just captured.
"You think you can just walk away? Warren already made the deal. By next week, you're being shipped off to marry that fifty-two-year-old crippled freak from the Ramirez family!"
Her ex spat the words to threaten her, and the nightmare only escalated when Elva returned to her uncle's estate, where Warren confirmed he was indeed selling her off for a business connection.
Her family eagerly joined the abuse, threatening to permanently freeze her late mother's trust fund and even plotting to secretly drug her morning milk so she couldn't fight back when the groom's family arrived.
They looked at her like a pathetic, orphaned burden they could bleed dry, fully expecting her to drop to her knees, cry, and accept her miserable fate without a single word of defiance.
But they had no idea that just hours ago, Elva had already signed a marriage certificate with Bronson Ramirez, the undisputed billionaire king of the dynasty, and she was stepping into the living room ready to watch their greedy world burn.
9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
7.0
On her wedding night, Liora Vale expected passion from her wealthy husband. Instead, she got rejection and humiliation.
When his dangerously seductive best friend, Kael Draven, corners her on the balcony and claims her virgin body with raw, unprotected fury, Liora discovers a pleasure she never knew existed.
Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
8.7
Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family.
But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more.
The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him.
Her mother looked at her with pure disdain.
"You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you."
To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle.
They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter.
They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation.
They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty.
But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player.
She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye.
"Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."
9.5
Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire.
But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth.
"The problem is solved."
A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place.
For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund?
But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down.
"I refuse."
Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun.