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The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

For eighteen years, I was the Tucker family's adopted punching bag, while their biological daughter, Jessica, was treated like royalty. The moment I graduated college, they kicked me out. Brenda Tucker sneered, calling me a jinx who was bankrupting their company. But I knew the truth. They were erasing me to ensure I wouldn't ruin Jessica's chances of seducing Beckett Sinclair, a billionaire hockey heir, at an upcoming high-society banquet. She threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at my feet like I was a beggar, ordering me to never claim I knew them. My adoptive father, who had ruined his own company with terrible investments, actually grabbed my arm and demanded I beg the Sinclairs for a bailout on my way out. When I refused, they cursed me, screaming that I was destined to rot in some backwater town forever. I walked into the cold New York night with my two scuffed suitcases, feeling completely hollow. I thought I was just a discarded orphan, thrown away by the only family I had ever known. But then, an older man pulled up to the corner. He handed me a faded photograph of a woman who looked exactly like me. "Miss Chloe, I am here to take you home." That was how I found out I wasn't an abandoned orphan. I was maliciously switched at birth, and my real parents-the billionaire owners of the New York Monarchs-had been searching for me for twenty-two years.
Awakening My Vicious Underground Biker Husband

Awakening My Vicious Underground Biker Husband

For twenty years, I was kept in a gilded cage as the Daugherty family's most valuable political bargaining chip. But on the day of my arranged marriage, my corrupt father gave my fiancé to my cruel younger sister, Brinley. Instead, I was shipped off to the badlands to marry Erik "Grim" Marshall, the brutal President of an outlaw biker club, who was reportedly paralyzed and dying from a shattered spine. Brinley flaunted her designer wedding gown in my face, boasting about how she stole my life and ordered bulldozers to destroy my late mother's rose garden. "Get in the car and crawl off to that biker compound to die." My father coldly threw me to the wolves to save his own skin. When I arrived at the heavily guarded biker compound, the gang members treated me like disposable trash. They tried to extort my dowry and locked me in a dark, rotting quarantine basement to wait for my new husband to die. They all thought I was just a weak, discarded princess, meant to spend my miserable life cleaning bedpans for a crippled warlord before being torn apart by his violent gang. What they didn't know was that I was a lethal combat surgeon and toxicologist. Before I left, I planted a specialized neurotoxin in Brinley's dress that would turn her wedding night into a humiliating, public bloodbath. And as I looked down at the "dying" biker king on the steel table, I pulled out my scalpel. I wasn't here to rot in the dirt; I was going to cure this monster and use him to carve out an empire of my own.
Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

"I'm badly injured. Get over here right now!" Fresh off a grueling twelve-hour open-heart surgery, I received a frantic call from my boyfriend, Derik. Without even changing my scrubs, I rushed through Boston's freezing autumn rain to the bar. But the moment I pushed open the VIP room door, my blood ran completely cold. Derik was sitting perfectly unharmed on the sofa, with a scantily clad, third-rate model straddling his lap. Seeing me soaked to the bone and looking like a mess, the model didn't get off him. Instead, she leaned into his chest with fake innocence: "Sorry to bother you, sis. I just twisted my ankle, but Derik was so worried he insisted a top doctor like you come take a look." The cold rain dripped from my hair. Swallowing the sharp pain in my chest, my voice trembled: "I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon. I can't treat an ankle." "If you can't even look at a twisted ankle, what use are you?" Derik interrupted impatiently, looking at me like I was a cheap object. "Don't forget, my family funded your medical degree. You're nothing but a free maid we took in out of charity! As long as you behave, I might still let you keep the title of my girlfriend." In that instant, my four years of walking on eggshells and compromising felt like a massive joke. Instead of crying and begging like he expected, I looked at him coldly. "You're right, I can't treat it. So I'm officially giving up the position of your girlfriend to her." Leaving Derik staring in shock, I turned around, walked out of the room, and rushed straight into a restroom stall. Just as I was about to let out a sob, the door was violently kicked open. A towering, blood-soaked man forced his way in, pinning me hard against the wall. The overwhelming scent of fresh blood and dangerous masculinity instantly enveloped me. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to live." Hearing the assassins' footsteps approaching outside, my doctor's instinct kicked in. I yanked his belt loose, grabbed his collar, and kissed him fiercely. I thought I had just saved a stranger, until a few days later when Derik's grandmother suffered a severe heart attack. Her life was hanging by a thread, and the surgery required the signature of the family's ultimate patriarch. Outside the ER, Derik arrogantly showed up with his arms around that model. "She's already carrying my child! Once my grandmother wakes up, I'm kicking you out of this hospital!" he yelled at me. Suddenly, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop below freezing. Flanked by two rows of bodyguards, a terrifyingly powerful man strode out. Derik, who was acting so high and mighty a second ago, instantly turned pale. He shrank like a frightened mouse, trembling as he bowed his head: "U-Uncle..." My mind completely short-circuited, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. The dangerously lethal man I had fiercely kissed and stripped to bandage in that dirty restroom late that night... was actually Derik's most feared and revered billionaire uncle?!
Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon

Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon

Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone. Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat. "Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison." "You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are." When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice. Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters. They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff. To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance. Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie. The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage. Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family. But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil.
The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Heiress

The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Heiress

After eighteen years of being abandoned in a miserable wasteland, my wealthy biological mother suddenly showed up in a Rolls-Royce to bring me back to their Long Island estate. But she didn't come out of love. She only needed my direct bloodline to secure their family trust fund before a board meeting. The moment I stepped into the mansion, my parents and brother demanded I bow down to Charissa-the fake daughter they had raised in my place. Charissa wore my clothes, spent my money, and even used a master key to sneak into my room at 2 AM to dig through my bags. When I caught her, she deliberately played the victim, crying hysterically to my family. My biological father slammed the dining table in fury, threatening to cut me off completely. "If you cannot conform to our standards and maintain our public dignity, you will not see a single dime from this family!" My brother yelled that I was an uneducated, violent savage who belonged in the gutter. They actually thought I was just a desperate, illiterate country girl begging for their table scraps. They thought their pathetic wealth could force me to bend the knee to a parasite whose real father was currently rotting in federal prison. What they didn't know was that I had only come to settle a biological debt. As Abram Davidson-the most powerful billionaire in Manhattan-personally tracked me down to their front steps in his Maybach, my so-called family was about to realize exactly who they had just offended.
The Exiled Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

The Exiled Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

Six years ago, I lost everything in one night. In a blood-soaked delivery room, I was told the firstborn of my triplets was dead. While I was still fighting to survive, my biological father seized Nolan Medical and my late mother's patents-then forged evidence claiming I had sold my own baby for thirty million dollars. New York called me a monster. I fled with my two surviving children and nothing else. But Zurich gave me a new name: Rain, the legendary surgeon even billionaires begged to save their lives. Now I am back to reclaim my mother's empire and destroy the family that stole it. Minutes after landing, I catch a terrified five-year-old boy before he falls. He has my son Toby's face, bruises he is afraid to explain, and a vicious social climber beside him insisting she is his mother. Then his father appears. Holden Bentley-the ruthless titan of Wall Street, the stranger from the stormy night I have never forgotten, and the man who believes I took thirty million dollars to abandon his child. He thinks I sold our baby. I think he allowed another woman to raise the son stolen from me. We are both wrong. The DNA results prove the impossible: my firstborn is alive. Now Manhattan's most powerful families are about to discover why the name Rain inspires fear as easily as hope. I will expose the false mother, take back Nolan Medical, and make every person who buried the truth pay. They stole my son, my reputation, and my mother's empire. Now I am taking all three back-and Holden can stand beside me or watch me bring his world to its knees.