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The Comeback Heiress

The Comeback Heiress

My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death. My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted metal car wreck, my own choked screams echoing in a silent void. Before that, the faces of those who had meticulously orchestrated my demise flashed into view. Izzy Vance, my father's "charity case," who wore my family's legacy and my triumphs like her own skin. Channing "Chad" Astor III, my indifferent fiancé, his eyes dismissing me as a mere stepping stone. Even my own brother, Harrison, looking right through me, his ruthless ambition a cold, sharp blade that cut me down. They hadn't just killed me; they had systematically dismantled my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in a fiery crash that was no accident, but a calculated murder. And now, inexplicably, I was back. 21 again. On the precise day my public downfall began in that wretched past life. The day of the infamous "Starlight Seraph" necklace incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored narrative that branded me as jealous and unstable. The memory of their insidious treachery, of being utterly played, burned with an acidic clarity. Why was I sent back to this cruel inflection point? How could I have been so blind? The injustice was a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, a freezing rage began to ignite. But no. Not this time. This time, there would be no tears, no agonizing screams. This time, I would not just survive. This time, I would utterly win.
Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna’s family was falling apart and facing a tragic demise; however, her heart sank when she clearly saw Travis Cooper’s name on the acquisition papers. She had no choice but to negotiate with him. Arianna lowered her head and relaxed her shoulders to ease the tension. She should show him gratefulness to make him happier, she thought, but she just couldn’t do it. “How would you be willing to leave my grandfather alone?” He casually poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her before replying, “I think the correct person to ask is the judge, no? The offenders are usually punished. This is a matter of justice, isn’t it?” Arianna was beginning to grow tired of his mood swings. “He is old, and his body is failing him. He would not last long in prison.” Arianna continued to try to sway him. “What can I do? I always admire devoted children.” His voice carried some ridicule, “But I’m not a charity. I only do transactions with interests. What would you do in exchange for the freedom of your grandfather?” Travis intertwined the fingers of his one hand with the other and rested his hands on his stomach as he leaned back in his chair once more. His expression was a bit lazy, “Since you entered this door, I’ve been waiting for the drama of you selling your body and soul to me in order to save your family member.” When Arianna didn’t reply, Travis explicitly said, “Maybe I’m just bored. I’d like to try something fun.” Arianna’s stomach felt like it had flipped. She looked at the handsome face that was now showing evil.
Secret Revenge Of The Billionaire

Secret Revenge Of The Billionaire

"L-Let us go ..." "We have a family ..." "W-We're begging you .." Only crying and pleading can be heard in a room without any equipment. There were ten women standing with the towel wrapped around their bodies .. and I was one of those ten women. My lip almost bled from holding back my loud crying. I just sobbed as I clung tightly to my towel wrapped around my body. There were three armed men guarding us while there were large guns. It smokes and looks sticky at us. Meanwhile, we women lined up and just waited for someone to come into the room for us to buy. I still have many dreams in life and I still need to resurrect my two siblings who are left behind now. I don’t know why I’m being punished like this. I do nothing in my life but just work hard to keep my brother alive. But what about now? I was gone and the cans in our little house were about to run out. How are my siblings? Who will protect them? Who will feed? I sobbed even more because of the thought. I felt sorry for my brother. They are too young to experience living alone. They haven't yet so why am I being punished like this? I’m not doing anything wrong! "Shut up! You hurt your ears!" I pressed the bite to my lip to suppress my loud sobs for fear that our heads might explode. We have been locked up in an unknown place for three days and now the buyers are coming to us. I don't know why we need to look like this — not wearing anything. Only a thin towel wrapped around our body and nothing else. "Let us go!" Shout of a female captive like me. Every time they begged us to leave here, I hoped that they would be kind and do what we asked, but in three days of repeated pleas, no one listened to us. The men ignored the woman and focused on the man who entered our room. "They're here ..." I heard the intruder say so my hair stood on end and my heart beat faster. "We're begging you !!" Another shouted but no one noticed him. The armed men came out to guard us and closed the door. Everyone's sobs grew louder and the others hugged each other. The others are already sitting on the floor due to lack of hope for themselves. I let out a cry that I had been waiting for. I also tightened my grip on my towel that was draped over me. I arranged my hair and covered half of my face so I wouldn’t be noticed later. I believe. Not me! The door opened so we turned around there. My knees were shaking but I still tried to stay standing. Armed men entered and stood the women who had fallen to the floor. This followed. "Come in ..." the armed man said politely. Every time I heard their footsteps I was terrified. I saw five men enter our room. Two adults and three looking young men. Their aura is frightening and when they look at you, your whole system will surely tremble. What they wear screams in luxury and really shows us that they can afford to buy us like a tool. Everyone was silent. The men's eyes began to stare at us so I immediately averted my gaze and bowed. I heard a footstep and at the same time crying. "D-dont!! I do not want!! Let go of me!! Let go of me!!" I turned to the woman first in line. I am the very last. He was beaten by a young man and stoned at gunpoint. “He is the one I will choose. Shut up. ” He says. I burst into tears and was about to bow down again but something hit my eye. The young man who looked at me in the dark. His jaw tightened as he glanced at me so I avoided him. I hope my face is well covered! My whole system is going crazy because he might choose me. I'm nervous! I heard footsteps approaching in my direction so I cried even more. I also tilted a little to avoid him but there didn't seem to be a fight .. I grabbed my jaw and caught sight of the man. He arranged my hair that covered my face so he could see me properly. "D-Don't let me ..." I begged but he pretended to avoid looking at me. "I'll pick this." He said sternly and dragged me out of that room. He stoned me into the Elevator and I started to cry and cry. As the Elevator closed, he turned to me. "Shut up!" He shouted but because of fear I cried even more. His vision darkened and he grabbed my arm. He squeezed that. "I said shut the fv*k up or else I will blow your head up!" He got me there so I forced myself to keep quiet. Opening the elevator opened up to us so many luxury cars. He yelled at her and immediately pulled me in there. When he got on, he hit you so hard that I could almost cling to the door next to me. It took us several hours before I stopped at a fancy house — Mansion. A very large Mansion. I could not check it properly because it was already dark and he immediately pulled me inside. He took big steps so I almost ran following him. He let me into another room and I heard the lock. I started sobbing and started looking for something to wear there in the room. I've been getting cold before and I might get sick. I want to feel good so I have the strength to escape. Even if it’s not for me that’s what my body really needs.
Make Her Mine At All Cost

Make Her Mine At All Cost

Jasmine Ivory Sullivan, a name that brought love, jealousy, obsession, desperation and separation… a woman of every man’s dream ***Excerpt*** "Son, your flight leaves in two hours. This is your only chance. if you don't take up this offer now, you will never be allowed to bring up any conversation concerning your music dreams ever again in my house. It is now or never!” *** These were the excruciating words of Alexander’s father, Mr. Jayden Keller, a multibillionaire. Alexander wondered why his parents who were against his music career were suddenly giving him the go-ahead to pursue his dreams, without prior information. He tried calling Ivy, the love of his life, to explain the situation to her before leaving for the airport, because his trip was too sudden and he couldn’t see her before leaving, but all his efforts were futile, as she wasn’t reachable. When he got to the Uk, he sent Liam, his cousin, to go check up on Ivy, his secret girlfriend. On getting to the address, Liam found out that the occupant of that house was no longer living there. On his way home, he met a really beautiful stranger named Jasmine, who was crying in the rain, because her boyfriend broke up with her. He consoled her and soon enough, he got to fall in love with Jasmine with the whole of his heart and could kill for her. Soon enough, Liam was ready to throw a surprise engagement for Jasmine. What happens when Alex who still couldn’t get in touch with Ivy and could no longer bear it, decided to come back to look for the love of his life, and at the same time, attend his cousin’s engagement party, only to meet the biggest shock of his life? Let’s find out how this whole drama unfolds in this heart racing piece. No one is backing down.
Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret

Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret

I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir. He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw. I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files. She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage. At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot. Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain? Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.