icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Married a Billionaire, My True Heiress Identity Revealed

Chapter 10 An Apology and a Proposition

Word Count: 721    |    Released on: 06/05/2026

the mention of the name, Ace felt a pang of regret. Even

gaze softened, replaced by

bed, deliberately creating space between

oice much gentler than befo

looked up at him, her expression a mixture of con

and sincere. "Knocking you out and bringing

not stand by and watch you walk back into a h

red. She thought of Ivette's hands, of

ntinued, sensing her fragile state. "You

me?" she asked again, h

ce gave her

up a hand as he saw the look of disbelief return to

lose, and sat down, creating the atmosphe

he wanted to destroy you, and she was more than happy t

at happens next. If we do nothing, your reputation is annihilated,

brutally honest. She

ting, "if we get married, the

an who takes responsibility, and you, as the future Mrs. Griffith,

y Ivette did again. The Terry fami

was safe, powerful, and free from the torment of

She had to admit, the

held her back. The

st. "You could easily clear your name and walk away. Why c

her about seeing her save the child, but that would feel like

t reason. A simpler

you," he said, his voice low an

nesty of his words mad

e. Think of this as a contract. An alliance. I give you sanctuary and

eal, made it infinitely easier for her to

, yes, but he was also logical. He had identified

ust began to sprout in the

es. But she didn

he whispered. "I

onumental

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
Married a Billionaire, My True Heiress Identity Revealed
Married a Billionaire, My True Heiress Identity Revealed
“Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her. Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras. "How could you disgrace our family name like this?" Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite. For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse. Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar. Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations. She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained. But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her. Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan. He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb. "I will be marrying her." Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.”