Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir

I spent three years being the perfect, quiet wife to Julian Sterling, dimming my own light to fit into his cold Manhattan penthouse. On our anniversary, I sat in the dark with a secret that would change our lives forever—I was finally pregnant with the heir he always wanted. But Julian didn't come home to celebrate. He threw divorce papers on the table and told me his first love, Harper, was dying of stage four cancer. "It is her last wish," Julian said, his voice cold and detached. "She wants to be Mrs. Sterling before she dies. It is the only thing she has ever wanted." I signed the papers and walked away without taking a dime of his billions, but fate wasn't done with me. A few days later, our paths crossed in a crowded hospital lobby. Julian, blinded by his need to protect Harper from the paparazzi, saw me as an obstacle in their way. To clear a path for her, he shoved me aside with enough force to send me flying. I hit the sharp corner of a marble desk and collapsed. As I lay on the floor, I watched Julian hesitate for a fraction of a second before choosing to comfort a wailing Harper instead of helping me. He held her hand while I bled out on the cold stone, losing the child he never even knew I was carrying. In the operating room, the truth finally came to light: Harper wasn't dying. She was faking her symptoms with bribes and stage makeup, and Julian had sacrificed his own son’s life for a performance. When he showed up at my bedside crying and begging for a second chance, I realized that the woman he married was gone. I pulled off my platinum wedding ring and dropped it onto the metal tray with a hollow clink. "Take it," I whispered. "It is too heavy. I cannot carry it anymore." Julian thinks he has lost a wife, but he has actually created a storm. I am no longer the quiet girl he broke; I am a Vanderbilt, and I am going to burn his entire world to the ground for what he did to my baby.

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The light was blinding. Seraphina threw her hand up to cover her eyes, her other arm instinctively crossing over her stomach.

Mrs. Sterling! Why are you here?

Are you here to confront the dying woman?

Have you no shame?

The questions were shouted like accusations. Microphones were thrust into her face, nearly hitting her.

Julian stood frozen by the elevator. He saw Seraphina being swarmed. He saw the fear in her posture. Instinct kicked in. He took a step forward, his mouth opening to shout at the reporters to back off.

Harper saw his movement. Her eyes narrowed.

Ah! Harper screamed.

It was a piercing shriek. She threw herself forward out of the wheelchair. She hit the floor with a thud.

My stomach! Harper wailed, curling into a ball. Julian! It hurts!

Julian spun around. He dropped to his knees beside her. Harper!

Harper pointed a shaking finger at Seraphina. She... she pushed past me... she looked at me with such hate...

It was a lie. Seraphina was twenty feet away. But the implication was clear. She caused this stress. She caused this pain.

The reporters went feral.

Murderer!

She attacked her!

Julian looked up at Seraphina. His eyes were black with rage.

Get out of here! he roared. Haven't you done enough?

Seraphina lowered her hand. She looked at the man she had loved for three years. He was cradling the woman who was faking cancer, screaming at his pregnant wife.

I was just leaving, Seraphina said. Her voice was barely audible over the noise.

She turned to go. But the crowd had surged forward, blocking her path. The reporters were pushing, trying to get a shot of Harper on the floor.

"Move!" Julian shouted. He stood up, desperate to get Harper back into the elevator. He shoved his way through the press, his shoulder leading like a battering ram.

Seraphina was in his way. She was trying to back up, but she was hemmed in by the cameras.

Julian didn't see her face. He only saw an obstacle between him and safety for Harper. He extended his arm and shoved hard to clear the path.

"Move aside!"

His hand connected with Seraphina's shoulder. It wasn't a gentle push. It was the force of a desperate man.

Seraphina gasped. The floor was polished marble. And nearby, a janitor's bucket had been knocked over in the chaos.

Her feet slipped on the wet stone.

She fell backward.

Time seemed to slow down. Seraphina saw the ceiling lights spinning. She felt gravity take hold.

Julian saw it happen. He saw her feet go out from under her. He surged upward, reaching out his hand to catch her. He was close enough. He could reach her.

Julian! Harper screamed again, grabbing his pant leg with a vice-like grip. Don't leave me! I'm dying!

Julian looked down. He hesitated. Just for a fraction of a second.

That fraction was enough.

Seraphina hit the floor.

Her lower back struck the sharp metal corner of the reception desk with a sickening crack. Then she hit the ground.

She didn't scream. She just made a soft, exhaling sound.

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Humiliated at her twin ultrasound when her cheating husband Julian arrives with his mistress, a hidden heiress decides to strike back. Discovering the mistress's baby actually belongs to Dominic Sterling—Julian's most dangerous billionaire rival—she uses her secret family fortune to form a ruthless alliance. But as they scheme to freeze Julian's empire, a dark, obsessive hunger sparks between them, and Dominic decides he wants to claim both her and her unborn twins.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress

8.1

After giving birth to twins in a crowded hospital ward, Chloe calls her husband Julian, only to be hung up on while he parties with his mistress. He's already drafted a divorce that leaves her with nothing. Strangers mock her as she clutches her newborns, ready to sign just to survive. But a doctor spots a unique mole on her wrist and orders a secret DNA test. The result: Chloe is the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her parents and three brothers forming a fortress around her, she texts Julian: "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show, my lawyer will handle everything—and you won't like their terms."

Billionaire Modern Romance Young Adult

9.3

My Dad's Affair Mistook Me for His Mistress

9.3

After a college dropout starts a viral livestream to expose her cheating husband, the protagonist is targeted by an angry mob. Her home is ransacked by a former friend who wrongly identifies her as a homewrecker. The chaos reveals a dark secret: the wealthy man involved is the protagonist’s father. Seizing the public scandal, she plots to dismantle her father’s career and billionaire fortune, ensuring the man who betrayed his family is left with absolutely nothing.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Young Adult

8.7

My Husband Let Her Imitate His Dead Lover

8.7

For three years, I believed my marriage was built on genuine love, only to discover I was merely a placeholder for a ghost. My husband, obsession-driven, has been molding me into the image of his deceased lover. Now, a woman who looks exactly like her has appeared, and he is forcing her to mimic his lost obsession too. Trapped in a web of cruel imitation and billionaire secrets, I must find a way to escape this living nightmare.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.5

Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns

7.5

I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters. When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love. Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess. The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open. "Get out of my house!" My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me. But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate. As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle. "I want him to be my new guardian."

Billionaire Fantasy Romance

8.6

TANGLED IN THE TYRANT'S TRAP

8.6

Clara's brother faces a ten-million-dollar fraud charge, so she breaks into Sebastian Vance's Wall Street penthouse to steal evidence. The brutal billionaire catches her within minutes—but instead of calling the cops, he offers a twisted deal. His board demands a squeaky-clean wife, and Clara fits perfectly. She must pretend to love him, wear his ring, and sell their engagement to the world. In exchange, her brother walks free. One slip means federal prison. Trapped in a world of money and dread, Clara walks a tightrope between Sebastian's ice-cold demands and the growing heat between them. As danger closes in, she realizes the real threat isn't the criminals—it's the man she's supposed to hate but can't stop wanting.

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Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir

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