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It's Billionaire Vs Ex Heiress Now

It's Billionaire Vs Ex Heiress Now

"You've always wanted to give a name to our rivalry. I didn't realize it would be this." "Nonsense! I wouldn't imagine this even in my worst nightmare." "Then Miss Rosette, be ready because I'm going to make this a fucking tempting nightmare that you won't be able to resist having fun in." "Never in this life!" "Probably all your life." Her snarl met his smirk and began the next level of their rivalry. Jackson Carter, when entered his thirties, was rich, successful, and famous. The owner and CEO of JC group, which had many businesses under their umbrella, had always been unapproachable and aloof. No one knew why. There was bare minimum information about his past, specifically about his family and he wanted it so. But when that one person he considered family announces their plan, Jackson's past is at risk of exposure. Will he be able to protect the secret he's been hiding while honoring the promise made to an elder? Especially when the secret is almost at the edge of his enemy's lips, the very lips he'd dared to taste back in the past. Cordelia Rosette had everything in her life, loving parents, a classy social circle, a rich and extravagant lifestyle with compulsory holidays abroad, and a loving boyfriend. But one fine day everything came crashing down when her father refused to hand over their family business, something she'd always been aspiring for. The reason he gave shook the ground she was standing proud on. Being optimistic, Cordelia decided to find a way out of the current complications. But is she ready to pay the price? Especially when the price is in a form of sin she'd promised herself she'd never commit again, the sin of loving the rude and arrogant Jackson Carter, her number one enemy. Jackson and Cordelia have always been at odds with each other since childhood. The rivalry grew and followed them to college but often fire attracts temptation and this engulfed them both. Days were about troubling each other to the point of insanity and nights were about being embroiled in passion to the point where they could set the house on fire. But all of this ended the day Cordelia decided to cut ties with both the rivalry and the passion-savory relationship between them. Only if this was that easy. What was to be a simple conversation became a public event on their graduation day and Jackson decided he wanted to hold a grudge. This fructified when he got a chance to redeem himself as Cordelia's number one rival and things became ugly between the two. Both decided not to see each other ever again. But when has fate been the way you wanted it to be? Turns out they had something in common, Akira Takahashi, a man both respected and were now under his promise that they will have to marry each other. Stunned and shaken, as soon as they recover, it is decided that they will enter into a contract marriage for a year and will end when both of them have got what they want from the old man, money. With this Jackson and Cordelia are given a chance to sort out their misunderstandings. Will they realize their love for each other or will their rivalry continue until they're both hurt and destroyed beyond repair? To find out read, 'It's Billionaire Vs Ex Heiress Now!'
His Calculated Revenge

His Calculated Revenge

It was our ninth anniversary, another lavish Hamptons party, a gilded cage I' d endured for years. My wife, Victoria, reveled in the spotlight, surrounded by people who barely acknowledged my existence. Then, amidst the expensive chatter, she dropped a bombshell: she was pregnant, with her personal assistant, Leo. The room erupted in applause, but my heart, already a weak, stressed muscle, hammered in protest. Moments later, she publicly commanded me to hand over my late father' s vintage watch to Leo. When he "accidentally" shattered it on the marble floor, a collective gasp filled the room. Victoria' s icy voice cut through the silence, forcing me to apologize to Leo for his own clumsiness. This was the woman who had stepped over me, gasping from a cardiac episode, telling me not to be dramatic. Later, knowing my documented heart condition, she brutally forced a dangerous blood transfusion from me to Leo. Trapped in my own home, a prisoner under her constant surveillance, I knew this was my last chance. Leo, her conniving puppet, even set fire to my guest suite, and Victoria simply dragged him away, leaving me to choke in the flames. Nine years of silent screams, a heart slowly breaking, sacrificed for a debt I didn't owe. How could I have endured such calculated cruelty, such blatant disregard for my life and humanity? Was there no end to her manipulation, her insatiable need to dominate and destroy? But as the fire raged around me, a fierce resolve ignited. I escaped the inferno, not just to survive, but to finally reclaim my life. With my childhood friend, Chloe, by my side, I orchestrated my liberation, delivering a public farewell that would shatter Victoria' s perfect world forever. This wasn't just an escape; it was my calculated revenge, and it was glorious.
The Wife He Betrayed

The Wife He Betrayed

My life with Liam was flawless. He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, and I was his cherished wife, expecting our first child, Lily. Everyone said we were the perfect couple, and I believed it. Then, a crack appeared. It started small – hushed phone calls, a secretive smile not meant for me, a promising new intern named Chloe Davis. Today, the crack shattered our lives. Liam, who' d never missed a check-up, abandoned me for a "huge deal" and a presentation where Chloe was the star. Alone at the doctor' s, the cold dread in my heart eclipsed the perfect flicker of Lily's heartbeat on the ultrasound. Later, a news article confirmed my worst fears. Liam, beaming with adoration, presenting Chloe with keys to a luxury car on stage. The public admiration for her "integrity" twisted the knife. It wasn' t just infidelity; it was a grotesque, public performance that humiliated me. The shock morphed into a chilling rage when I found the pre-signed divorce agreement Liam had given me on our wedding day – an "insurance policy" for his infidelity. He had promised me everything if he ever wronged me. The man who wrote that was gone, replaced by a stranger who had made me a fool. But the final, brutal blow came at the hospital. Drugged, I overheard Liam and the doctor. They had induced premature labor, risking Lily' s life, just so Chloe could move in as a "live-in assistant." I tried to scream, knowing instantly they were going to take my baby. They thought I was weak, broken. But as the horror consumed me, a thought pierced through the haze: the email. The one confirming my connection with Ethan Hayes, Liam' s bitter rival. A seed of revenge had been planted just as my world burned down.
Naked Truths:His Plan To Get Me

Naked Truths:His Plan To Get Me

For ten years, I, Chloe Davis, devoted myself to Ethan Stone, the elusive tech mogul. I poured my life into supporting his ambitions, waiting for the day his guarded heart would finally open. I truly believed that night, at the meticulously planned party, was our moment. Then, Ethan walked in, not alone, but with Serena Vance, his fiancée. The word hit me like a physical blow, tearing through every hope I' d ever held. He then demanded I give him the engagement ring I' d designed, so he could propose to her. He watched, cold and indifferent, as Serena and her friends stripped me naked in the courtyard, humiliating me in front of everyone. I was left exposed, shamed, and utterly heartbroken, as Ethan stood by and did nothing. How could the man I' d given everything to become such a monster? Why did I waste a decade of my life on him? As despair threatened to consume me, a familiar face from my past appeared, a beacon in the darkness. Alex Chen, the quiet boy from my childhood, had come for me. I chose him, breaking free from Ethan' s cruelty and leaving everything behind. But just as I started to heal, I uncovered a shocking truth: Alex' s love was a cage, meticulously built on manipulation and deceit. He had orchestrated my humiliation, using Serena to destroy Ethan, all to claim me. Realizing I was a pawn in an obsessive game, I walked away from them both, determined to reclaim my life. I packed a small bag and vanished, seeking refuge in a remote mountain town, ready to forge a new path where my fate was finally, truly my own.
The Party Barn Massacre

The Party Barn Massacre

It was Leo and Lily' s fifth birthday, a bright morning, and my husband Ethan, the real estate mogul, was showering our twins with laughter and kisses. He promised to see me at my parents' that night, his hand tenderly resting on my pregnant belly, blissfully unaware of the horror about to unfold. Hours later, the world shattered. My car was ambushed, my children and I dragged to a remote barn, and then I saw them: Tiffany Monroe, a socialite I vaguely recognized, and... my husband, Ethan, by her side. They stood watching impassively as men brutally beat my twins, Leo and Lily, to death. My twins screamed, fought, and then fell limp, moments before Tiff, with Ethan's cold encouragement, burned me with a cigarillo. Even when I screamed his name, when they ripped my custom locket off, he dismissed me as "trash," declaring his wife "safe" because she had her locket-the very one they'd stolen from me. The final blow came when he ordered a C-section in front of me, taking my unborn child as a "souvenir" for Tiff. How could he not know me? How could the man who promised me forever, the father of my children, casually order my baby carved from me, all because a locket wasn't on my neck? The pain of his betrayal, his utter blindness, was colder than death itself. Yet, as one loyal employee saved me from oblivion, I watched Ethan's horror when he finally saw the truth, confirming he was a monster, not an unwitting participant. It sparked a new life within me, not one of grief, but of ice-cold, calculated revenge. He took everything. Now, I will take his empire, his freedom, and his sanity, piece by agonizing piece.
Theodore's Regret

Theodore's Regret

Theodore Maxwell, a ruthless business tycoon driven by vengeance, plots to marry Alina Roosevelt, to kill two birds with one stone; get revenge on her father and, to inherit everything that was rightfully his. Alina, a budding author with a heart as pure as her prose, was blissfully unaware of Theodore's ulterior motives when she said "I do." As Theodore's cunning plan unfolded, he found himself captivated by Alina's charm and kindness. Despite his initial intentions, he couldn't help but admire the woman he had married. But just as unexpected love began to blossom, everything crumbles with Alina’s father, who devised a cunning scheme that shattered the fragile peace in their marriage. Consumed by rage and betrayal, Theodore divorces Alina, blaming her for her father's deceit. It's too late to realize that Alina was a mere pawn in her father's malicious game. Regret gnawed at his heart as he desperately searched for her, but she had vanished without a trace. Haunted by the memory of his cruel actions, Theodore is set to find Alina and make amends. And he will stop at nothing. How long will Alina be successful in keeping her little secret hidden? ----------------------------------------------------- “I’m not your wife anymore, Theodore!” I yelled, shoving him away from me. He had absolutely no right to march back into my life. “Here’s where you are wrong Alina,” he took dangerous steps towards me until I was pushed against one of the walls, as he held me captive. “You were mine, then. You are mine now. And you, most definitely, will stay mine in the future. Not even you can separate yourself from me Alina, because you were born to be mine!” And that's when he smashed his lips against mine in a furious kiss.
Betrayed Bride, Vengeful Heart

Betrayed Bride, Vengeful Heart

My wedding day. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, standing side-by-side with my best friend, Sophia, marrying into the powerful Beaumont family. But then, a scream cut through the music. Isabella Stone, a family friend, pointed a trembling finger at our fathers, accusing them of unspeakable acts. Just minutes into our new lives, Liam and Ethan Beaumont, our new husbands, turned to monsters. They let their security beat our fathers mercilessly on the cold stone patio, ignoring our pleas, their faces devoid of the love we thought we shared. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, their grunts of pain – it was agonizing. Then Isabella whispered to us, her voice filled with chilling glee, that our fathers were still alive when they were left to bleed out. Liam and Ethan had actively prevented the ambulance from reaching them, sealing their gruesome fate. My world shattered. My kind, gentle father, dead. All because of a monstrous lie. In the sterile hospital waiting room, as Sophia and I grappled with the unspeakable truth that our fathers were truly gone, we overheard Liam and Ethan. Their every word dismissed our pain, their only concern being for Isabella, the architect of our devastation. It was then I knew: the love I thought was real was a delusion. Grief turned to icy rage. A catering assistant, a terrified teenager, offered us a video, undeniable proof of Isabella' s calculated performance. The truth was finally within our grasp. It was time to fight back.
Her Dead Husband's Betrayal

Her Dead Husband's Betrayal

My husband, Mark Reynolds, was dead. The news hit me like a physical blow, but the real shock came when the funeral home director handed me a notice. Mark owed five million dollars. Five million. We were always struggling, barely making rent. Now, he was gone, leaving me and our five-year-old son, Leo, with an impossible debt. My best friend, Jessica Miller, put her arm around my shoulder, her voice dripping with concern. "Liv, you can' t do this. You have to renounce the inheritance. Think about Leo." I knew this moment. The exact moment it all went wrong before. In my past life, I listened. I signed away everything, desperate to escape the debt. But the debt collectors came anyway. They didn't care about the law. They took Leo. They sent me a small, bloody box. A single, tiny finger bone. My son was murdered. I was trafficked, sold into a hellhole in Myanmar. Years later, I saw a news report. Mark wasn't the broke man I knew. He was the founder of a multi-billion-dollar global conglomerate. His estate, tens of billions, was going to his sole heir. A young boy, standing next to his mother. The mother was Jessica Miller. The boy was her son, Ethan. My best friend, my husband, their son. My life, my poverty, my son' s death-it was all a lie. A sick game they played to ensure her child got everything. The rage burned me alive. I found a way to end my life, seething with impotent hatred. And then, I opened my eyes. The sterile scent of the funeral home. Leo, alive, his small, warm hand in mine. Jessica, standing right in front of me, her face a mask of perfect concern. "Liv, you can' t do this," she said. "You have to renounce the inheritance. Think about Leo." It was the same day. The same moment. This time, I would not make the same mistake. This time, I would claim what was mine. I would burn her world to the ground.