TAMING THE DRAGON

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Modern Revenge Rebirth/Reborn

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Daphne POV

If there was a wishing tree in the middle of the woods, that tree would be tired of me and wilter itself. Because, at this point, there's a wish I desperately want.

To disappear from the surface of the earth. Only if the goddess can grant this wish instead of my imaginary wishing tree.

"Daphne, I swear, I'm going to kill you!" Ivy yelled from where she was. I heard her calling my name countless number of times, but, I rather pretend to be deaf. I bent, picking the flowers from the garden behind the palace.

Who plucks flowers at night?

"Daphne! Where the hell is that dimwit?!" Ivy yelled again. This time, her voice was louder. She's getting close by. I sprung up, holding the pretty flowers in my hands. Immediately, she appeared in front of me, wearing her beautiful royal gown with her face filled with make up. She was trying to look pretty and impress the prince.

"Your flowers, my lady. I made sure to pick the best for you" I lowered my head in respect. She grabbed them from my hand and squeezed her face, looking like she was going to explode.

"What took you so long to answer my call? How dare you disrespect the future queen of this pack?" She asked, growling. She exposed her gold eyes in the process, just to scare me. Well, it doesn't work on me anymore because she wasn't using it to scare me. She was using it to make me jealous.

I tried to wear a soft smile.

"Why will I ever disrespect you? I'm born to respect and serve you" I bowed my head.

She raised her head proudly after I said that. She love when I say that. It's like her weak point. She turned to the maids behind her and hand the flowers to them.

"Take them inside and prepare it for my crown. The prince will love it on me" she said.

"Yes, my lady!" They chorused and left. Now, we are alone in the small garden. Her sharp glare tore my skin like an arrow.

"You're 18 already, you haven't still seen your wolf?" She asked.

"I believe it will come later my lady" I said, still bowing my head. She scoffed and walked closer to me. On her face was a mocking smile.

"I got my wolf the day I clocked 18. Why is yours different?" She asked.

"It's natural, my lady" I replied with an annoyed tone.

"You don't have to act like you respect me Daphne. I know it's all an act. Deep down, you wish to kill me and everyone for hurting you. You're my sister" She said. I rolled my eyes and raised my head to stare at her. I hate when she talks about sister and family. It annoys me, especially when it reminds me of what dad did to me fourteen years ago. He gifted me to His majesty for a mistake he did in the past. Not my sister, nor my brother.... But me!

"I have work to do, excuse me" I said and walked away. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Tell me, what does the prince do whenever I'm not around? Does he invite other girls over?"

Swiftly, I pulled my hand from her soft grip. That's not a question for me to answer. All the prince ever did was to treat me like trash. He doesn't care how I feel.

"Why don't you ask him yourself? You're his future mate after all"

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