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Spectacular Comeback Of The Neglected Heiress

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.
His Unwanted Wife Demands A Divorce

His Unwanted Wife Demands A Divorce

For three years, Coralie was Alec Montgomery's flawless executive assistant and his secret contract wife. But everything shattered when his untouchable first love, Dianna, returned to the US. Dianna intentionally poured scalding coffee on her own hand and framed Coralie. In response, Alec's mother slapped Coralie across the face and had her locked in a freezing, dusty room to reflect on her "vicious behavior." When Alec finally found Coralie battered and bleeding, he was incredibly gentle. But the very second Dianna called crying about a fake break-in, he dropped Coralie's wounded hands and rushed out into the night. The ultimate reality check came days later at a construction site. A massive section of steel scaffolding suddenly snapped and collapsed right above them. In that split second between life and death, Alec lunged forward and tackled Dianna to the ground, shielding her completely with his own body. Coralie was left behind. A heavy steel rod violently crushed her shoulder, blinding her left eye with her own warm blood. Waking up in the ER with severe head trauma, Coralie looked through the cracked hospital door. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Alec asked frantically, comforting a sobbing Dianna who only had a tiny scrape. He never even checked if Coralie was alive. Three years of enduring his coldness and his family's abuse meant absolutely nothing compared to his first love's fake tears. Her heart didn't ache anymore; it was just completely hollow. She calmly picked up her phone and texted her lawyer to push the divorce proceedings forward. The marriage was over, and she was leaving for good.
Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband

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.