Wild Heiress, Tamed Billionaire
When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married.
His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing-no money, no identity, no hope.
But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test-and twenty-three years of relentless search.
"Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."
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Chapter 6
Daxton Brady walked into the grand receiving room.
He wore a charcoal bespoke suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. His presence sucked the air out of the room, dropping the temperature by ten degrees.
His executive assistant walked a step behind him, holding a leather binder containing the legal cancellation documents.
Arthur pointed to a chair opposite the couches. No handshakes. No fake smiles.
Daxton sat down. "I will keep this brief," he said, his voice strictly business. "The proposed union between our families is no longer viable."
Upstairs, hiding behind the marble banister, Amiyah let out a quiet sob.
The assistant placed the contract on the glass coffee table. "The Brady family is prepared to concede three major energy sector contracts as compensation."
Carter let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You think the Wilders care about your spare change?"
Daxton's eyes remained dead and focused. "This is my final offer. I absolutely refuse to marry a vain, manipulative woman." He was clearly talking about Amiyah.
Before Arthur could explode, Kinsley stepped out from the hallway and walked down the sweeping staircase.
She wore a simple, perfectly tailored white silk slip dress. It clung to her curves and moved like water.
Daxton heard her footsteps. He casually lifted his head.
The moment his eyes hit her face, his entire body went completely rigid.
His hand, which was resting on the armrest, gripped the wood so hard his knuckles turned stark white. Shock rippled through his dark eyes.
She walked over and sat down next to her father. She gave Daxton a polite, blank nod, pretending she had never seen him before in her life.
Daxton's gaze burned into her. His eyes tracked down her arm and locked onto the fresh white bandages wrapping her wrists. A dark, violent shadow crossed his face.
Arthur cleared his throat loudly. "Daxton, this is my biological daughter, Kinsley Wilder. She just returned to us."
Daxton's jaw tightened. He could see the gears turning in his head. The bleeding, desperate woman he saved in the rain was the true Wilder heiress.
"Since you find our family unworthy," Arthur said coldly, "sign the paper and get out."
The assistant stepped forward, holding out a silver pen.
Daxton let out a low, dark chuckle. He placed his large hand flat over the cancellation contract.
With one violent motion, he ripped the thick legal document straight down the middle.
The sound of tearing paper echoed loudly in the quiet room. Everyone stared at him in stunned silence.
Daxton tossed the shredded pieces into the trash can. He looked directly at Arthur, his demeanor completely shifted.
"There was a misunderstanding," Daxton said smoothly, leaning forward. "I was under the impression the arrangement involved someone else. Since the bride is Kinsley, the engagement stands."
Bennett, her second brother, crossed his arms. "You change your mind faster than the stock market crashes."
Daxton ignored him. His predatory gaze fixed solely on her. "What do you say, Kinsley?"
She met his intense stare. "I just got out of a terrible marriage. I am not looking to jump into another fire pit."
At the mention of her marriage, Daxton's eyes darkened. He remembered her standing in the mud.
He leaned in closer, dropping his voice so only she could hear the double meaning. "I guarantee you, my car is much safer than that fire pit."
Heat rushed to her ears. She knew exactly what he was doing.
Hubert stepped in front of her, physically blocking Daxton's view. "Do not try your Wall Street manipulation on my sister."
Daxton stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. "A compromise, then. Give me one year to date her. No business strings attached. Just me and her."
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7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
7.3
I woke up in a sweltering attic, my body covered in overlapping whip scars.
I was Alice Morrow, a top-tier occultist, but now I was trapped in the body of a girl who served as a human punching bag for the wealthy Wallace family.
Before I could even catch my breath, my adoptive sister Britney Wallace kicked the door open.
She pointed a silver revolver right at my forehead.
She had been siphoning my luck through a parasitic karmic tether, using me as a sink for all her misfortune.
"Go to hell, you useless freak," she screamed, pulling the trigger.
But she didn't know the absolute rule of the tether: any malicious attack reflects back to the sender.
The massive recoil blasted backward, snapping her wrist in half.
I walked out of that hellhole and was found by my biological family, the incredibly powerful Morrows.
But Britney wasn't done. She sent them deepfake photos to frame me for cursing them, and even planted a deadly amulet to kill my biological grandfather.
My own uncle threw the photos at me, his eyes full of disgust.
"She's a rabid dog raised by the Wallaces! She's been cursing her own blood!"
I didn't argue. I simply rolled up my sleeves to reveal the mangled flesh, burn marks, and protruding bones the Wallaces had left me with.
As my real family broke down in tears of agonizing guilt, I smiled and gripped my ancient copper coin.
It was time to show the Wallaces what real karma looked like.
9.6
I woke up alone in a cold hospital room after a near-fatal car crash.
My husband of three years, Bryant, claimed he was too busy with back-to-back meetings to visit me.
But when I dragged my bruised body into the hallway, I caught him pinning his pregnant mistress against a vending machine.
"As soon as my company IPOs next month, I'm dumping my useless wife."
"She's so pathetic. She'd be living on the streets if it wasn't for my charity."
For three years, Bryant and his mother had humiliated me for being an orphan, treating me like a penniless burden while he secretly bought a multi-million-dollar townhouse for his new family.
A cold knot formed in my stomach. I had almost died in that wreckage, yet my husband was disgusted by my very existence, eagerly waiting to throw me away.
But Bryant didn't know about the damp, sealed envelope the paramedics had recovered from my wrecked car.
The DNA report inside proved I wasn't a nobody from the gutter.
I was the biological daughter of the Beaumonts—New York's wealthiest, most ruthless billionaire dynasty.
I didn't scream or confront them.
Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone, recorded their affair in high definition, and dialed a Wall Street financier I hadn't spoken to in years.
"I'm done playing the happy housewife. Pull his algorithmic backdoors and drain the accounts."
9.5
After being locked in a mental institution for two years, Arlie was finally brought back to the Mccormick estate.
But her billionaire husband, Killian, didn't bring her home out of guilt or love. He handed her a cold surrogacy contract.
Her biological son, Julian, now looked at her with terror, calling her a monster while clinging to Kaelynn—the very mistress who had framed Arlie and stolen her life.
Killian froze Arlie's assets, locked her in a high-rise penthouse, and threatened to send her back to the asylum forever if she refused to undergo IVF.
He claimed they desperately needed a new baby's umbilical cord blood to cure Julian's terminal illness.
But Arlie secretly contacted her doctor and uncovered a horrifying truth.
The experimental gene therapy she had received years ago meant any attempt at pregnancy would trigger a fatal organ shutdown.
Killian didn't care if the procedure killed her in agony; he just wanted to use her as a disposable breeding machine to harvest a "spare part."
Watching the media brand her a selfish mother who wanted her son to die, the last trace of the obedient wife vanished.
Arlie pulled out a hidden satellite phone and dialed a number she hadn't used in years.
"Ronan, it's Li," she said coldly. "Wipe my name from their servers and prepare a full-scale assault. It's time to destroy them."