The Wrong Heiress; White Lotus Lies
After six years, Julian has finally returned home. She is no longer the naive girl deceived by her so-called sister, nor the broken daughter crushed by her parents' mistrust.
This time, she has only one goal-take back everything that rightfully belongs to her: her family, her place, and her parents' love.
"Mummy, is Daddy waiting for us? You promised I'd see him today," her little daughter, Maya, asks innocently.
At eighteen, Julian fell victim to her sister's scheme, ending up in a one-night stand with a total stranger that changed her life forever. Pregnant and disgraced, her parents buried the scandal by sending her away. She built a life in silence, raising her child alone overseas.
But now she's back-stronger, wiser, and ready for revenge.
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Chapter 4
Aria began moving toward them, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Damian walked beside her, tall and commanding, the dark cut of his suit only intensifying the power he carried. Cameras flashed, fans screamed, but his storm-gray eyes caught Julian-and for a split second, his face softened in stunned disbelief.
Julian's heart clenched. That look... the same look from years ago. But just as quickly, the softness vanished. His jaw hardened, his expression cooling into stone. Whatever storm raged inside, he buried it deep where no one-not Aria, not Julian-could see.
Four men in black pushed the crowd aside, clearing a path for the pair. Gasps and excited whispers followed them like a trail of fire.
"Sister!" Aria's voice rose, warm and theatrical, her smile radiant. "I can't believe it's you. You didn't even tell anyone you were returning home." She stepped closer, reaching as if to embrace Julian.
Clara sneered, her face twitching with restrained fury. "Was she supposed to take permission from you before coming back? It's none of your damn business when she returns or not."
Julian touched Clara's arm gently, signaling her to stop. "Clara, don't." Her gaze slid back to Aria, her lips curving into something between a smile and a warning. "Yes, I'm back. And this time, it's for good. But don't expect me to be the same naïve girl you played your little schemes with. Back off, Aria. Mind your goddamn business."
Damian's chest stirred at her words. She's stronger now... sharper. Not the innocent girl I once knew. I should be glad. So why does it feel like a blade twisting in my gut?
Aria blinked, her face carefully schooled into innocence, though her eyes glittered. "Sister, what do you mean? I was only surprised to see you. I never said anything with bad intent."
"That's enough." Damian's deep voice cut through the tension as he touched Aria's elbow. His gaze flicked once more toward Julian, unreadable. "We should go. The crowd is getting thicker-it's not safe. Welcome back, Julian."
Julian's breath caught at the sound of his voice. For a heartbeat, it was as if time folded back on itself-when she had been young, shy, and in love with the man she was told would be her betrothed. The man she thought would protect her. The man who didn't believe her when it mattered most.
Her fingers curled tightly around Maya's little hand. Not anymore.
"I'll let Mum and Dad know you're back," Aria continued sweetly, slipping free of Damian's hand. "They'll be thrilled to see you, sis."
Clara gave a sharp laugh. "Thrilled? I'd bet not."
Damian's eyes darkened. Of course she's right. His parents had never wanted Julian near him. They never believed her, never trusted her. And neither did I.......
Aria's smile faltered for the first time as her eyes darted to the little girl in Clara's arms. She tilted her head, curiosity sharp as a knife. "Sis... is this her? The little bast-"
She didn't finish. Julian shoved her back, eyes blazing. "Don't you dare. Don't you ever in your life call my child that."
The crowd gasped. Paparazzi flashes popped wildly.
Damian froze. His gaze shot to the child-her curls, her wide eyes, the way she clung to julian's coat as if afraid of the world..Her child? A thousand thoughts flooded him, unspoken, unanswered. His jaw tightened "Aria,watch your mouth"he snapped
Aria froze, blinking rapidly, caught off guard by his tone.
"I'm sorry, sis," Aria said quickly, her smile snapping back in place like a mask. "It was a slip of the tongue. She's adorable, really."
"Enough." Damian's voice was firmer this time, almost clipped. He guided Aria toward the exit. "We're leaving."
Aria turned one last time, her smile dripping with false affection. "Sis, we'll see each other again soon, okay? I've missed you more than you know."
With that, the two slipped into a waiting red Ferrari. The engine roared, and in seconds they were gone, leaving chaos in their wake.
Clara's shoulders stiffened. She muttered under her breath, "Meeting that bitch ruins the mood." Then she turned to Julian, her tone softening. "Are you okay, babes?"
Julian sighed, pressing her fingers to her temple. "I wasn't ready to see any of them. I just wanted to settle in first, keep things quiet. But I guess fate had other plans." Her lips curved in a bitter smirk.
"She's popular now," Clara spat. "Her fans call her a goddess. If only they knew the truth-that she's a two-faced snake hiding behind silk."
Julian's gaze drifted toward the doors where the Ferrari had vanished, her chest tight. "Let them worship her," she murmured. "They'll know one day."
Clara adjusted Maya in her arms. "Come on. The little one needs rest. Let's not let her ruin our first day."
The crowd's roar faded behind them as Clara led the way toward her Audi, dragging the luggage cart with one hand and holding Maya's tiny palm with the other. Julian trailed slightly behind, her shoulders still tight, her heartbeat uneven.
Clara helped Maya into the backseat before shutting the door and turning back to Julian
"You know soon or later you'll have to face them right?"
"I know babes,I wish I don't have to....they disgust me and I really don't want to have anything to do with them"
Maya leaned forward from the backseat, her little voice breaking the heavy quiet. "Mummy... why didn't that lady like me?"
Julian froze, her throat tightening. She forced a small smile in the rearview mirror. "Sweetheart, some people wear pretty masks, but that doesn't mean their hearts are kind. Don't think about her, okay?"
Maya nodded slowly, though her eyes were clouded with confusion. She curled against her seat, clutching her doll.
Clara muttered under her breath, her hands gripping the wheel. "If Aria thinks she can spit poison at a child, she's got another thing coming."
Julian leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes briefly. For the first time in six years, she was back in New York. Back in the lion's den. And already, the wolves had bared their teeth.
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9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
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.
7.8
For fifteen years, I buried my dream of motherhood because my husband, Bennett, swore he carried a tragic genetic defect.
"If we have children, they will suffer," he had cried on our bathroom floor.
I believed him. I made him my religion.
But at a charity gala, everything shattered. He introduced his twenty-two-year-old mistress as his "little sister," only to announce moments later that she was pregnant with his heir.
He never had a genetic defect. He just didn't want a child with me.
The humiliation didn't stop there. He moved her into our home. He took my grandmother’s emerald necklace, reset the stone, and fastened it around her neck in front of our friends.
When I tried to leave quietly, he sneered that I was jealous and toxic. He was confident he could break me, planning to manipulate me into eventually helping raise his mistress's baby.
He didn't know two things.
First, his mistress was faking the pregnancy to trap him.
Second, I wasn't going to stay to watch the fallout.
While he rushed her to the hospital for a staged emergency, blaming me for her "pain," I quietly boarded a private jet to Paris.
I deleted my number. I destroyed my SIM card. I reclaimed my maiden name.
By the time Bennett realized his "heir" was a lie and his wife was gone, I was already starting a new life where he didn't exist.
9.2
I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me.
The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous.
Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool."
Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions.
But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths.
8.7
He was the billionaire betrayed on his wedding day.
Two broken vows. One ruthless deal.
When Adrian Voss offers Talia Monroe a six-month marriage contract, it's supposed to fix their reputations not destroy their hearts.
He's cold, calculated, and terrifyingly in control.
She's impulsive, fiery, and impossible to tame.
He says, "You'll marry me. You'll play the role. You'll obey."
She shoots back, "You don't scare me."
He leans closer, eyes like ice. "Good. Fear is useless. But obedience... that might save you."
She signed for revenge.
He planned for convenience.
Neither expected obsession.
In a marriage built on power, the real danger is falling in love.
7.1
Sex Contract
7.1
My father trades me for a wealthy guy. For our marriage to work, we had to have enjoyable sex as stipulated in the contract. In order to save my mother, who is now in the hospital, I have no choice but to sign it.
I remarked, "No one enjoys forced sex for money," and he agreed.
"Coercion is something I will never do. But woman begs me for desire."
I screamed in front of everyone as he jumped under the table and pierced me with his tongue and fingers.
"A jeck, that's all you are."
"It's not over yet!"
He chuckled.
"When we go to the vehicle,"
"Now let's fuck in the backseat,"