The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing

“How can you do this to me, Zane?!” I ask in a heartbroken and devastated tone as tears roll down my cheeks in torrents. “I stood by your side when everyone else left you! Hell, I donated my skin to you!” I say in a frantic tone as I try desperately to understand the reasons behind his actions. “Stop being pathetic, Zara. You have lost the one thing that made you useful: your beauty, and in turn, your modelling career. The only woman who can secure my inheritance is Elora. You were only good while you lasted.” Zane says with a sneer on his lips. “It's over between us,” Zane says with a tone of finality. __________________________ Zara Smith, blinded by love, abandons her heiress legacy and hides her identity to marry an illegitimate billionaire heir, Zane Wesley. After getting into an accident staged by his step-siblings, he urgently needs saving. Despite being informed of all she had to lose, she donates parts of her skin to heal him. When Zane no longer sees a need for her, he divorces her and marries another heiress to secure his inheritance. Three years later, she returns and is determined to bring Zane down. To do this, she reclaims her legacy and forms an alliance with a billionaire heir, Leo Armstrong. Will she allow her need for revenge to stop her from ever falling in love again?

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Chapter 6

An Alliance

Zara's POV

�Is the car ready?� I turned to look at my sweaty assistant, who had been running up and down to make sure I made it early to the event later today.

I had put so much pressure on Mia because tonight must go as planned. I must show the city and people who took me with levity that the queen is back.

I hurried towards the car, only to be stopped by a tall figure in front of me. I looked up and, almost blinded by the sun, I had to shield my eyes with my hands.

�Who are you and why are you in my way?� I asked the figure in front of me.

�I have been waiting for you. I know what you�re planning, but I can propose a better way.� He said, looking right into my eyes.

He looked like he knew what he was saying, so I let him continue.

�I am Leo Armstrong. Your secret investor�. He stretched out his hand to give me a handshake.

I immediately recognized that scar on his palm.

�Wait�. Are you that mystery man?�

With shock written all over me, �The man that saved me three years ago?�

�You�re right?�. He said with a smile.

The once cold mystery man could actually let out a smile. I had known I had a secret investor in my business but all our efforts to meet him had proven futile. He had been popularly referred to as the ghost investor in the corporate world. With his help, Z.S. Empire had taken shape over the years.

I wondered what he would want with me and why he was helping me.

Now I had the chance to get answers.

�I know you have a lot of questions.�

�Can we talk over tea?� He directed me to a nearby cafe where we went and placed our order.

As we waited, I couldn�t help but notice how handsome this man, Leo, actually looked. His eyes, lips, and muscles were calling out to me.

I knew I shouldn�t be distracted, but three years without a man, someone to hold or someone to call my lover, had been difficult. I sometimes found myself zoning away from the present and just got lost in admiration.

�Here you go�. His voice interrupted my thoughts as he placed my tea on the table in front of me.

�Thank you,� I said with a smile, my eyes avoiding his.

�Oh please, you can be comfortable with me. I don�t bite�. He chuckled and sipped his tea.

�How did you know my plan for tonight�?

�That�s not important, Zara. What�s more important is my proposal, which would be a better way to bring Zane and the entire Wesley Group down�. He said

�Wesley?� I asked, confused as to why it�s not just Zane.

�The fight is way deeper than you think, Zara. Zane and the entire Wesley Group have not only wronged you but me and many others who have been victims of their greed and love for money and power.�

Safe to say I wasn�t surprised because where else would Zane have learnt to use people for his own ambitions?

�Hmmm. Okay, but why do you need me, and why do I need you?� I asked, looking right into his eyes this time.

� I know you�re an heiress and you�ve built your own successful company, but the grounds we are going to tread upon to bring our enemies down require alliances. Zane understood this and used it two times.�

I took a sip of my tea at this point to avoid the embarrassment that came with that statement.

�I didn�t mean to bring back hurtful memories,� He said with concerned eyes.

�It�s okay,� I smiled back at him.

�So, to my proposal, will you marry me?�

I mistakenly spilled my tea all over my blouse as I was bringing it to my mouth on hearing his words.

�Marry you?�I asked as I wiped the tea off me.

�Yes, marry me.� He said with unflinching eyes as though marriage wasn�t a big deal to him.

�But here�s the thing,� He continued.

�We wouldn't actually get married, but right here, we would have a fake engagement so people would think we are a couple.� He said like he already had it all planned out without my permission.

Still confused like when the conversation began, �Are we not moving too fast? I haven�t even met Zane yet. I don�t know what�s going on yet. I planned to reveal myself as the investor Zane has been waiting for tonight before I��

Interrupting me, he said, �I know Zara, and that would still happen tonight, but like I said, my proposal will make it stronger. We need this alliance to bring the entire Wesley group down. You and I.�

�So again, Zara Smith, will you marry me?�

�Yes,� I said with uncertainty written all over me.

He pulled out a diamond ring instantly and put it on my middle finger.

Before I could admire the ring or make sense of the fact that I had just accepted the proposal of a man I barely knew, the paparazzi appeared and started to take pictures.

He pulled me up and into himself and made faces at me like a man in love would make to his lover. I smiled back at him, not being able to resist how funny the whole scene was.

It seems I�m engaged!

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Dad sacrificed Mom’s Best Actress award just to please his old flame, Sutton. The industry mocked Mom, saying she was just a plaything. Heartbroken, Mom attempted suicide by slitting her wrists. All she received from Dad was a dismissive, “It’s pathetic to attempt suicide over an award.” That night, Mom’s eyes were swollen from crying. Exhausted, she said, “I’m tired. Adelyn, why don’t we leave all this behind together?” As she spoke, a message from my fiancé, Creed, appeared on my phone. “It’s just a pretend marriage. Can’t you stop taking it so seriously?” I replied with a simple “okay” and immediately arranged for a staged disappearance. On our wedding day, Mom and I vanished in a country house fire. *** When I reached the hospital, Mom lay quietly on the bed.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

After My Husband Served Me Divorce Papers on Our Anniversary

9.6

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped into the penthouse foyer, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Ten years. A decade of marriage, of sacrifice, of playing the perfect wife. And this was how Julian chose to mark the occasion. I clutched the carefully wrapped gift box in my hands—a vintage Montblanc pen I'd spent weeks tracking down, knowing how much he'd coveted it. The irony wasn't lost on me. While I'd been searching for the perfect anniversary gift, he'd been searching for the perfect way to discard me. "Emily." Julian's voice cut through the silence, cold and businesslike. "We need to talk." I turned toward the living room, my breath catching slightly at the sight before me. Julian sat on our custom Italian leather sofa—the one we'd spent months selecting together—with Priscilla Flores draped beside him like an expensive accessory.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

Claimed by the Wolfe men.

8.9

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not dying for me to rip these off and take you right here. Tell me, princess,” Jeremy whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against my ear. “Does your boyfriend make your legs shake like I do? Does he make your breath hitch the way I do? Does he make you this wet?” He teased as his fingers moved slowly, deliberately, teasing the slick heat between my thighs. Every stroke sent sparks shooting through me, making my knees buckle. It was just for a night. Have fun, loosen up, but then Bella meets a stranger at a club who gave her the best night of her life. No names, no numbers, just heated moments. But her world collapses when her mother announces that she is marrying the wealthy, cold, powerful Adrian Wolfe, a man Bella had always disliked, now being forced to move into the Wolfe mansion without her consent, Bella discovers that the stranger she slept with that night turned out to be Jeremy Wolfe, her new stepbrother. He pretends he doesn’t remember her, teases her, humiliates her, and corners her whenever he gets the chance. Meanwhile Adrian grows increasingly protective and possessive, insisting he only wants to “take care of her.” But his protectiveness gradually grows into something darker, and Jeremy’s coldness hides a hunger he’s fighting so hard to bury. Stuck between a sinful stepbrother who knows her body, and a powerful stepfather who wants her heart, she is dragged into a world of obsession, jealousy, temptation and lies. Everyone wants a piece of her, everyone is hiding something and one wrong choice could destroy her. Will Bella fight her forbidden desires or will she surrender to a love that could devour her whole?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

He Married Me Just for Money

8.3

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “She won’t come up.” I did. I stopped breathing. Thinking. Existing. The voice came from inside my bedroom—our bedroom. My sanctuary. I stood frozen in the hallway, dinner still warm downstairs, candles flickering in a room that no longer mattered. The scent of truffle butter still clung to my sleeves. Through the door—left carelessly ajar—I saw enough. A woman with auburn hair and wine-colored nails was curled into my husband's side, her lipstick smeared across his throat like a bruise. Her fingers skimmed down his back, possessive, practiced. Oliver moaned softly. A sound I hadn’t heard in months. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I turned. Through the adjoining bathroom, I slipped into the walk-in closet, hiding behind the luxury he insisted I needed. Dresses lined in neat rows. Shoes in pyramids. A fortress of silk and leather and betrayal. I sat down, gripping the hem of my dress, listening. “I don’t know why you’re still stalling,” Lily said, her voice languid and confident. “She’s not stupid, Oliver. She’s suspicious. You said she keeps asking questions.” He sighed. “Let her ask. She won’t do anything. Not until it’s too late.” A beat. “She’s planning something tonight,” he added, almost amused. “Made some kind of fancy dinner. Probably filet again. It’s sweet, in a tragic way.” Lily giggled. “You think she’s figured out we’ve been using her?” “Scarlett sees what she wants to see. She’s desperate. That’s what makes it easy.” There was movement on the bed. Sheets shifting. “She still has no idea about the inheritance?” Lily murmured. “None,” he said. “Her father’s trust releases next month. Once the money hits the accounts, I’ll serve the papers. I’ve already started moving things offshore.” My throat closed. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. So this was what I got from our five-year marriage.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Husband Proposes to Mistress

9.1

I never expected to discover the truth on such an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. Downtown bustled with its usual energy as I navigated through crowds, shopping bags swinging from my arm. The spring air carried the scent of food carts and fresh flowers, a perfect day for my errands before heading home to prepare dinner for Harrison. That's when I saw them. Across the busy street, partially obscured by passing cars but unmistakable in the afternoon sun, stood my husband. His tall frame and dark hair were as familiar to me as my own reflection. But it was his posture that stopped me cold—the intimate lean of his body toward the woman before him. Kataleya Price. His secretary. I froze mid-step, causing someone to bump into me from behind with a muttered apology I barely registered.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Husband's Affair Exposed

8.0

I smoothed my fingers over the delicate lace of the lingerie, a pale blush color that had cost more than I'd ever spent on myself before. Three years of marriage, and Marcus had never seen me in anything like this. Three years of cold shoulders, separate bedrooms, and his constant reminders that his anxiety disorder made physical intimacy impossible. Yet somehow, I still believed this trip could change everything. "This time will be different," I whispered to my reflection in the bedroom mirror, practicing the warm, inviting smile I'd been rehearsing for days. The woman staring back at me looked hopeful, desperate even, with eyes that had grown accustomed to disappointment but refused to accept it. I carefully folded the lingerie between layers of tissue paper and tucked it into my suitcase, alongside the new sundresses and swimsuits I'd purchased for our trip to the Hamptons. Our belated honeymoon. The one Marcus had promised we'd take when he felt "ready." Three years later, and here we were. "You're beautiful," I practiced again, imagining what I might say if—when—Marcus finally looked at me the way a husband should look at his wife.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing

Chapter 6

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