Modern Books for Women
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Kneeling To My Ruthless Billionaire Ex
Emerson worked grueling twelve-hour shifts just to keep her five-year-old son, Leo, alive. Her only lifeline was her partner Alden, who was willing to give up his wealthy family to protect them. But when Leo's bone marrow completely failed, the doctor delivered a death sentence. The only way to save him was a two-million-dollar treatment, or having another child with his biological father. That father was Finnegan Mcconnell, the ruthless billionaire who had accused Emerson of faking her pregnancy and abandoned her five years ago. Desperate for the medical fees, Emerson submitted her designs to Finnegan's company. Instead of advancing the money, Finnegan tore her portfolio to shreds and trapped her as a prisoner in his estate. To force her complete submission, he systematically destroyed her reality. He framed Alden with federal charges, leaving him facing twenty years in prison. Alden's mother stormed into the pediatric ICU, violently strangling Emerson against the wall. "Beg Finnegan to let my son go! You are a curse!" Even Emerson's own adoptive mother showed up at the hospital, just to publicly mock her dying child. Emerson was suffocating in despair. Finnegan already had a beautiful new wife and a five-year-old daughter—absolute proof he had been cheating while she was pregnant and alone. He had his perfect family. Why did he have to hunt her down and sever every lifeline she had left, just to watch her drown? With her son's heart monitor fading and Alden locked in a cell, her pride finally shattered. Emerson walked into the top-floor executive office and dropped to her knees at the devil's feet, but the desperate mother looking up at him was preparing for a devastating revenge./0/95067/coverorgin.jpg?v=f4b439170067e15b3de763337602a9c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pretend Bride's Unexpected Path To True Love
Book 1: A Surprising Love Hidden In Contractual Promises Albert had been a powerful and determined man who would do whatever it took to succeed. He built his empire through ambition alone, and his personal life remained completely tied to his work. In an unexpected turn of events, he agreed to a contract that would change his life forever. Thalia had been a young, hardworking woman who devoted herself to her little brother Maxwell. She took care of him ever since their parents passed away. She faced the world alone to support both her and her brother's education. Burdened by debt, she made a desperate decision and entered a life covered in secrecy. Even though she earned good money at the Scarlet Angels nightclub, she always hoped to leave that life behind. That contract paid for her studies and let her walk away from the high-end escort service. What she never expected was that, for the first time in this job, she could not ignore her growing feelings. Would the irresistible Albert win over not just her body, but also her heart? Book 2: A Beautiful Bargain: Love Under The Tuscan Sky Thessa had been a dedicated and reserved secretary at the Johnson family's distillery company. After a painful romantic experience, she committed herself to keeping her heart guarded and focused only on work. She grew used to her boss Albert's daily routine, but suddenly found herself working for Aldric, his older brother, who was charming and known for his carefree ways. Everything changed when Thessa had to travel to Tuscany on a business trip with Aldric. Surrounded by beautiful vineyards and enchanting scenery, they became caught up in a plan to advance their business interests by pretending to be in a romantic relationship. What began as an act quickly turned into a real and powerful connection. But just when they believed everything had settled and they found their footing, unexpected challenges surfaced and threatened to unravel everything they built. In a world filled with intrigue, passion, and obstacles, Thessa and Aldric had to fight to protect their love and show they were ready to face any hardship. Yet, no one could say for certain if their love would be strong enough to survive the secrets and pitfalls waiting for them./1/121192/coverorgin.jpg?v=913a2a62fa9dd1bff948d516349e2b7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Fatal Secret Diagnosis
I was just diagnosed with terminal kidney cancer. Holding the diagnostic report, I forced myself to go home and act like everything was fine. But the moment I walked in, my husband of three years threw a manila folder at me. "Sign it. Hayleigh is back, and I made her a promise." They were divorce papers. I swallowed my grief and agreed. To protect his image, I even covered for his sudden disappearance when his strict grandfather demanded his presence. But the stress triggered my illness. While I was enduring agonizing cancer cramps to rush his grandfather to the ER for a sudden heart attack, I saw my husband in the VIP ward of the same hospital. He was tenderly holding Hayleigh in his arms. When his grandfather saw them, the old man flew into a rage, beat him with a cane, and collapsed from another severe cardiac arrest. My husband didn't check on his dying grandfather. Instead, he glared at me with pure hatred. "You did this." I stared at him in disbelief. I had silently endured a loveless marriage, covered his tracks, and was literally dying of cancer, yet he thought I orchestrated a heart attack just to frame his mistress. The last shred of my love for him shattered completely. I calmly knelt down to save the old man, deciding that after signing the papers tomorrow, I would take my medical report and vanish from Jonathon's life forever./0/65657/coverorgin.jpg?v=a67bc535b094b4e4c8d1e8c35ba53ae2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Never Looking Back: The Heart Wants What It Wants
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”/1/105392/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d6814d8df6f4fef3cadc44ba1e30429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late,Mr.Billionaire:You're Nothing Now
I spent three years playing the perfect trophy wife for Adam Payne, the billionaire CEO of Payne Corp. I managed his household, cured his chronic fatigue with custom supplements, and stood silently by his side at every gala, content to be the "boring, silent prop" he wanted. But at the Metropolitan Museum gala, the mask finally slipped. Adam bypassed me on the red carpet to walk in with his "colleague" Karly, while a security guard shoved me aside, telling me that "only talent" was allowed on the carpet. When I finally found my seven-year-old son, Joshua, he didn't run to me. He sprinted past me into Karly's arms, calling her his favorite. "Why is she even here? Dad said she wouldn't come. She's embarrassing," my own son whined, looking at me with the same disdain Adam used at home. Later that night, I accidentally triggered an audio message on Adam's iPad and heard his true voice. "She's just a prop to stabilize the stock price. I don't love her. I never did," Adam told Karly. "Once the patent renewal is signed next month, I'll cut her loose. She won't even know what hit her." I stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom, realizing that my sacrifice-giving up my career as a world-class scientist to be a "nobody" wife-was nothing more than a line item in a merger. I was the engine of his life, yet he treated me like a broken appliance. I didn't scream or cry. I simply pulled off my ten-carat wedding ring, dropped it onto the iPad screen, and walked out into the Manhattan rain. Adam thought he married a trophy, but he forgot that the "Daedalus" enzyme powering his entire company belonged to my family trust. I pulled out a burner phone he didn't know I had and dialed my old chief of operations. "This is Dr. Haley," I said, my voice finally steady. "Revoke all licensing for Payne Corp. It's time to show him what happens when the prop stops supporting the stage."/1/120723/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d34d77694dbf78504fd0c882b1032ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Save My Coldhearted Billionaire Fiancé
Chloe floated above her own casket, a silent ghost watching her opulent Hollywood funeral. But when the mourners left, her weeping best friend Sabrina wiped away her fake tears and smiled. "I finally won," Sabrina whispered to Chloe's cold face. She confessed to orchestrating everything. She had paid for the acid attack that ruined Chloe's career, and she was the one who pushed Chloe off that fatal rooftop. Sabrina bragged about stealing Chloe's fame, her movie roles, and her fiancé, Adrian. Suddenly, the chapel doors burst open. Adrian strode in, his eyes feral. The cold, distant fiancé Chloe thought never cared about her had already uncovered Sabrina's entire conspiracy. He didn't hand her to the police. He dragged Sabrina into the basement and brutally mutilated her to avenge Chloe. Then, Adrian walked back to Chloe's casket, his confident stride completely broken. "A world without you is not a world I want to live in," he whispered. He pulled out a gun, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Chloe's soul shattered with agonizing regret. She had been so blind to Sabrina's venom and Adrian's profound love, driving the only man who truly cared for her to his death. Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of antiseptic hit her. She was strapped to an operating table, staring at a blinding surgical lamp. She was reborn, back on the exact day Sabrina planned to permanently ruin her face./1/116343/coverorgin.jpg?v=898ab8f2d4a79c353821e33e23ce9087&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress
Lana was the biological heiress of the wealthy Beaumont family, but she was treated worse than a stray dog. While her family hosted a lavish charity gala, a group of malicious socialites violently shoved her into the deep end of the estate pool. As she thrashed and choked on the heavy, chlorinated water, the girls just watched and laughed. When she finally managed to drag her dying body onto the wet tiles, her aunt Dahlia stood over her with a sneer. "Look at you. You are an embarrassment to this family." Dahlia then kicked Lana's wet hand, trying to force the drowning girl back into the deep end. Her biological mother, Serena, rushed out, but she did not care that her daughter was coughing up pool water. Instead, her mother raised her hand high, aiming to slap Lana across the face. "You are ruining our PR image! If a scandal tanks the company stock, I will throw you back to the slums!" The original Lana died in that cold pool, suffocated by the absolute lack of maternal concern and the cruel mockery of her abusers. Why did her own blood relatives despise her so much? How could a mother watch her child drown and only care about a charity gala? The fragile girl's soul shattered, leaving behind only a ghost of childish resentment and agonizing pain. But when Lana's eyes snapped open again, the gaze radiating from her pupils was freezing cold. The soul of a thousand-year-old mystic leader had just overwritten the remnants of this weak host. Catching her mother's descending hand mid-air, Lana crushed the lingering resentment with cold indifference, ready to make them all pay./1/120254/coverorgin.jpg?v=50a0ac9c0ce5402601a565c89a6f186c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Invisible Wife Was A Dazzling Superstar
For three years, Nicole was Blaine's invisible wife, giving up her singing career to devote herself to him. In return, she watched his name trend online beside the woman he loved. This time, Nicole chose divorce. Before leaving, she made sure to collect a little interest on three years of heartbreak by finally sleeping with him, even sending her soon-to-be ex-husband to a urologist and causing an online frenzy. While everyone expected her downfall, Nicole returned to the stage. Her comeback songs topped the charts, and endorsements poured in. Meanwhile, the husband who never cared realized he couldn't live without her. And so began his desperate crusade to win back his ex-wife./1/106644/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f787171070b7af5eaf9c58a1495a6bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge
I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak./1/113997/coverorgin.jpg?v=32a9a752ba732c02efdbfaf7d71e9080&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spectacular Comeback Of The Neglected Heiress
Alya Harrell was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy Long Island family, treated worse than a stray dog in her own home. Tonight, her family finally found a use for her. Her stepmother and half-sister, Chloe, forced her into a scandalous, plunging red dress. They were offering her as a bargaining chip to Warren Thorne, a ruthless, sleazy hedge fund manager known for collecting and discarding young girls. Just to ensure her absolute humiliation, Chloe intentionally "tripped" and spilled a glass of red wine all over the silk dress. "Now you'll have to wear that hideous little black thing you own," Chloe sneered, leaving Alya to face the high-society dinner looking like a beggar. When Alya tried to escape Thorne's groping hands, her own father hunted her down. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, and raised his hand to strike her for embarrassing the family. She was nothing but a pawn to them, a cheap product to be sold and abused for their financial gain. Alya's heart turned cold as she realized her blood relatives would gladly destroy her just to secure a lucrative business deal. But when she was sent to the cellar to fetch a $50,000 vintage wine for their billionaire VIP guest, Alya caught her perfect sister hooking up with a personal trainer next to the priceless bottle. Quietly stealing the vintage wine and burying it in the garden dirt, Alya returned to the ballroom with a dangerous smile. "I think I saw Chloe carrying a bottle down to the cellar," she told her furious father and the VIP, leading them straight toward the trap that would completely ruin her sister's perfect life./1/105393/coverorgin.jpg?v=d5f4859777c5ae02cd797643da5f1849&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband
I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, sitting on a cracked plastic chair at the hospital, when my billionaire husband looked me right in the eye and called me "it." Ellsworth didn't recognize his own wife in my tight coat and swollen ankles; he was too busy shielding his mistress, Jolie, from the "messy cleaning lady" in the hallway. "Just ignore it," he told his assistant as I struggled to stand. "Close the doors. We’re running late for the gala." He left me there with a high-risk pregnancy diagnosis and a prescription I couldn't afford, while he drove off in a Maybach with a woman who had meticulously stolen my entire identity. When I returned to our cold mansion, the nightmare continued. His grandmother treated me like a breeding animal, and the housekeeper tried to starve me because Ellsworth said my weight gain was "embarrassing" to the family name. I soon realized the sick truth: Jolie wasn't just his lover; she was a mimic, wearing my old clothes and using my old hair tutorials to play the role of the woman I was before the Banks family broke me. How could a man who once promised to love me now treat me like a stain on his perfect life? Why was he keeping me trapped in a guest room while parading a fake version of me around the city? They thought I was a broken, penniless ghost with nowhere to go, but they forgot I was once the sharpest financial mind of my generation. While Ellsworth was busy playing house with a replica, I was secretly accepting a fully funded PhD and auditing his illegal shell companies from the shadows of his own home. He thinks he can keep me trapped in this marriage just to secure his trust fund. He has no idea that I’m not just leaving—I’m going to burn his empire to the ground before the baby is even born./0/79581/coverorgin.jpg?v=1109fbc3cd7b7e1aa8e1d1e3d83c7abf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lingering Obsession
"He was just a stranger on a road. Now he's the father of my child, the man I can't trust... and the one I can't stop loving." I saved a stranger on a dark, deserted road. What I didn't know was that he was Darlington Cross-a billionaire whose name ruled headlines and whose enemies hunted him like prey. That night changed everything. One night of passion months later? That ruined me. He didn't know I was the woman who once saved his life. I didn't know he would become the man determined to claim mine. Now, I carry his child. And he's turned my world into a golden cage, forcing me into marriage-twisting love, protection, and obsession into one terrifying promise: You will never walk away from me again. But I'm not the same woman anymore. Not just a surgeon. Not just his secret. I'm his equal now. And I'm done running. Because the deeper our war becomes, the more I realize... Darlington isn't just fighting for power. He's fighting for me. And in the ashes of betrayal and blood, I'll have to decide- Is his love my ruin... or my redemption?/1/104924/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd8389fd415ee2433f47ebc1f24f07bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire In Disguise: Marrying A Poor Husband Who Owns The World
Alicia believed for years she was deeply in love with Michael, until she regained her sight and caught him and her sister boldly betraying her. The man who'd pretended to be her husband while she was blind turned out to be a beggar hired for the deception-her own parents complicit in the scheme to steal her fortune. Heartbroken, Alicia struck back, hiring the poor man to help her reclaim what was hers. As their act unfolded, true feelings grew. Just as things seemed to be going well, Michael found himself regretting his betrayal, captivated by Alicia's newfound radiance. When Michael begged her back, the world was shocked: the beggar was actually a secret tycoon who gave Alicia the grandest love-and all he owned./1/106332/coverorgin.jpg?v=abcc99b5056a8d0c87e08cca38dd87f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scars Behind My Golden Dress
I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind./1/118847/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0fafa303e7edf676ed9b8c0c18bf431&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Billionaire Comeback
For six years, I gave up my seat on the board and shelved my own ambitions to build my husband's corporate empire and raise our daughter. Then I found him hosting a private candlelit dinner for his fragile mistress, Seraphina, fastening my mother's heirloom emerald necklace around her neck. Sitting right beside them was our six-year-old daughter, Scarlett. "I hope you can come live with us forever, Aunt Seraphina!" My husband just smiled and stroked her hair. He had been slowly poisoning our child against me. When Scarlett saw me, she screamed that I was a control freak and wished Seraphina was her new mommy. My husband even bought his mistress a replica of our Hamptons villa and let her wear my million-dollar custom wedding gown. When I finally confronted them, my own daughter physically attacked me, and my husband threatened to ruin my life if I didn't apologize to his mistress. I looked at the family I had poured my soul into. My love and sacrifices were nothing but a punchline to them. I was treated like an intruder and a villain in my own home. But they forgot who secretly saved their company from bankruptcy. I took off my wedding ring, filed for divorce, and pulled the top-tier medical team keeping his mistress alive. I wouldn't stop until his grandfather signed over fifty percent of their empire to me. This time, I was going to burn his secrets to the ground./1/112746/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fc5c068e8895caa22ebc1b05514d194&imageMogr2/format/webp)
GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy. Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved. But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all. Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her. Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all./1/105550/coverorgin.jpg?v=90956414cd443ea51be6b5cbaa1290a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."/1/108366/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b0440f2c8c52a96546156da2d025254&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
I was the "mute kitten" of billionaire CEO Brice Salazar, a submissive wife who never said a word. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, damaged trophy he rescued from a war zone, living in a mansion that felt like a marble prison. Everything shattered when I caught him with his mistress, Lola Vane. While I sat silently in the shadows of a private club, I heard Brice laughing with his inner circle, calling me "damaged goods" and a "high-maintenance signature machine" who was only useful for signing legal documents. The betrayal went deeper than a secret affair. I discovered a voice memo where Brice planned to have me committed to a Swiss sanitarium the moment my trust fund vested. He wanted to lock me away in a padded room forever so he could keep my money and his freedom. He even bought two identical pink diamond bracelets-one for me to fix his public image, and one for the woman he was actually sleeping with. I realized my "hero" never loved me. He didn't save my life in Kandahar out of mercy; he acquired me like a failing company, exploiting my trauma to ensure my silence. He treated me like a tenant in my own home while planning to erase my very existence. But Brice forgot one thing: before I was his mute wife, I was "The Surgeon," an operative who knew exactly how to handle a predator. I tricked him into signing a separation agreement worth billions and wore a blood-red dress to a gala to hire his greatest enemy, Damon Yates, to eat him alive. Just as the trap was set, my world tilted. The morning sickness hit me with the force of a freight train. I wasn't just escaping a monster anymore; I was carrying his child, the ultimate leverage in a war that had just become life or death./1/115875/coverorgin.jpg?v=6643a52fc5265c45cec1e0b0befe860b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin My Cheating Fiancé
Isabella thought she had the perfect life as the wealthy Conrad family heiress, complete with a loving childhood sweetheart. Until she woke up drugged in a hotel bed, blinded by paparazzi flashes, as her fiancé pointed a shaking finger at her, screaming that she had drugged and seduced him. "She threatened to ruin Kaylie if I didn't sleep with her!" he yelled to the cameras. Kaylie, the newly discovered biological daughter, stood in the doorway weeping perfectly. Within hours, Isabella's adoptive father publicly severed all ties, froze her assets, and kicked her out into a violent thunderstorm. Fleeing the city, her car's brakes suddenly failed. As Isabella lay dying in the crushed metal of her Porsche, Kaylie strolled up with a pristine umbrella and a genuine smile. "The mechanic was quite expensive, but cutting the brake lines was worth every penny," Kaylie laughed. Isabella coughed up blood, her heart turning to ice. Her twenty years of family, love, and loyalty had been nothing but a cruel joke, destroyed by a calculated frame-up. She died suffocating on absolute betrayal and unadulterated hatred. Then, she gasped for air. She wasn't dead. She was sitting in the driver's seat of her car, staring at her flawless reflection in the rearview mirror. It was exactly four years ago—the day the real heiress first arrived. A chilling smirk curled the corner of Isabella's mouth. This time, she was going to rip their lives apart from the inside out./1/121194/coverorgin.jpg?v=84f91c912b9966834f35fe7f9944717a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
