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The Unwanted Heiress And Her Cold Billionaire

The Unwanted Heiress And Her Cold Billionaire

Brea Sinclair was finally brought back to her wealthy biological family in New York after years in the Rust Belt. She thought they had missed her, but the reality was sickening. They only brought her back to be a walking bone marrow bank to cure her sister, Caitlynn. Tied to a wooden chair in an abandoned warehouse, Brea could only watch as Caitlynn smiled triumphantly and confessed a horrific truth. Their mother hadn't died of a sudden illness; the Sinclair family had poisoned her for her trust fund. To ensure Brea couldn't fight the marrow harvesting, Caitlynn had a contractor douse the concrete floor in gasoline. "A tragic fire leaving you with third-degree burns and in a comatose state will make the hospital paperwork so much easier." With a serene smile, Caitlynn tossed a lit match into the fuel. As the wall of orange fire swallowed her, melting her clothes to her blistering skin, Brea choked on the smoke and her own distilled hatred. Through the agonizing pain, she swore a silent, bloody oath: if there was a next life, she would carve them all to pieces. Opening her eyes, the roaring fire and searing heat instantly vanished, replaced by the mechanical rumbling of train tracks. She was staring at her unburned, eighteen-year-old reflection in a grimy window. She was back on the night train to New York, on the exact day her nightmare began. This time, she was going to tear the Sinclair family apart from the inside.
Flash Marriage: Becoming My Ex's Stepmother

Flash Marriage: Becoming My Ex's Stepmother

Clara Beaumont stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral in her couture wedding gown, waiting for her groom. But the space beside her remained empty. Aidan Carlisle, the heir to a Wall Street empire, had just eloped with his mistress, leaving Clara to face New York's elite all by herself. The priest awkwardly suggested a retreat. Her own family looked terrified of the impending social ruin, while the groom's powerful relatives sat in cold, humiliated silence. The press crashed the doors, cameras clicking frantically to capture the pathetic, jilted bride. She was about to become the biggest joke in the city, her reputation completely destroyed by a man who didn't even have the courage to show up. A surge of ice-hot fury burned away her panic. Why should she be publicly executed for Aidan's betrayal? She refused to let him ruin her life while he walked away unpunished. The debt of honor belonged to the Carlisle family, and she was going to collect it. Instead of collapsing in tears, Clara calmly lifted her veil and locked eyes with Aidan's ruthless, billionaire father, Julian Carlisle. "Since your son has chosen to publicly humiliate both our families," her voice echoed through the dead silent cathedral. "Is there a Carlisle man present willing to take his place?" When Julian coldly offered his younger nephews as a fix, Clara shook her head and looked directly at the untouchable patriarch. "No. I choose you."