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Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins

Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1188    |    Released on: 05/06/2026

Gia. For ap

. Gia took it. The stem was cold against her fingertips after a

-a sea of black ties and jewel-toned gowns, th

lips. The bubbles fizzed, dry

iers blurred. A wave of dizziness hit her, so sudden the fl

er voice was sharp with concern, but her hand on Gia's arm

been laced with an aphrodisiac. She heard Hailey murmur to

tranger would be waiting. Hailey meant to put her in some man's bed, rui

e," she

into the grand corridor. Footsteps echo

rs glowed at the end of the hall. One set of doors was sliding shut. She threw

the penthouse. The doors slid shut as t

rched. She slid down the wall, nails

y. Only one feature: a set of double mahog

hum of another elevator as

cho

pushed through the heavy door, and fumb

, curtains drawn tight. The air was wrong-sterile with rubbing

adjust, a hand clamp

was lifted off her feet and slammed against the

scream, but the pressure on her windpipe turned it into a strang

and heat, his breathing ragged. He was sufferi

an attacker. He was

A hot tear escaped her eye, tracing dow

m. For a fraction of a sec

ou

lesh between his thumb and forefinger. She

ipped from his chest. N

e of his, pinning them above her head. His other hand t

ssession. His lips were cold, his body f

fear, pain, and drug-indu

Lightning flashed, stark and white. She was on a massive bed. In that sp

ged line across his

es, pressing her into the pillows. A low, gravelly voice m

not

gap in the curtains.

eamed. The man beside her was still, b

. She found her dress on the floor-a ruined scrap. Shakin

with a crest: a lion rampant within a shield. Th

the door an

ur. She pushed open the heavy oak door o

ing room sofa beside Hailey. After Gia's mother died, Gia's grandmother had allowed Warren to remarry, bringing home

d and flicked a stack of photographs into

less slut,

er build, wearing her dress, being led into a hotel roo

the room, the guards-all

ke as the photos. "How could you,

he bent down, picked up one photo, and looked

aged him more t

out. Removed from the trust. A

the threshold. He took in the scene-Gia in her torn dress,

t to Hailey, placing an

ve," he said. "Our

, her stepsister, the man she was supposed

lifted her chin, and walke

rning. Cold rain began to fall, plastering the ruined silk

s felt like a ba

nd they would pay. E

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“I woke up in a stranger's bed, drugged and broken, with no memory of the night before-except for the jagged scar across his back and the Carlisle family crest on the nightstand. That night cost me everything. My inheritance. My engagement. My grandmother's life. My family framed me as a whore, stripped me of my fortune, and left me with nothing but a plane ticket to Geneva and the key to my mother's secret safe deposit box. They thought they'd destroyed me. Four years later, I'm back in New York-not as the broken heiress they discarded, but as Dr. Genevieve Reed, Head of Neurosurgery. I'm sharper. Colder. And I remember every single betrayal. My stepsister Hailey thinks she's won. My ex-fiancé Zane thinks I'll beg. My stepmother Brenda thinks I'll disappear again. They have no idea I've been waiting for this moment. I've built an empire from nothing. I've raised two brilliant children-Theo, a four-year-old hacker who can dismantle a corporate firewall before breakfast, and Izzy, whose amber eyes are the spitting image of the stranger from that night. And when my family tries to destroy me with a media ambush, I don't flinch. I expose their corruption live on camera. I humiliate my ex-fiancé in front of the entire hospital. I walk into a charity gala and refuse to bow to the most powerful man in New York-until his assistant drops to his knees and begs me to save his life. I'm not the victim anymore. I'm the one holding the scalpel. But the past isn't done with me. The man from that night-Julian Carlisle-has been hunting me for four years. He doesn't know my face, but he knows my scent. He knows the sound of my voice. And when I finally operate on him, when our eyes meet in that sterile room... He knows. The dangerous billionaire I've been running from? He's my children's father. And he's not going to let me go again. "Trash belongs in the trash can. A bitch and a dog-you're perfect for each other." I didn't come back to New York to cry. I came back to burn it all down.”