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Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins

Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins

I worked seventy-hour weeks for my family's company, thinking my stepfamily and fiancé actually cared about me. But at a high-society gala, my stepsister handed me a glass of spiked champagne. Minutes later, I was drugged and fleeing from their hired security. I hid in a dark penthouse suite, only to be brutally pinned to the wall and assaulted by a feverish stranger. When I stumbled home the next morning in my torn dress, my stepfather threw fake photos of me with different men right in my face. "You worthless slut. You're out of the trust and you get nothing." My fiancé looked at me with pure disgust, broke off our engagement, and immediately wrapped his arm around my fake-crying stepsister. They kicked me out into the freezing rain with absolutely nothing. Worse, they deliberately leaked the fake scandal to my grandmother, triggering a fatal heart attack, and forced me to sign away my mother's company right outside the hospital morgue. I lost my family, my wealth, and my dignity all in one night. I couldn't understand how the people I loved and worked so hard for could orchestrate such a meticulous, vicious trap just to erase me completely. Four years later, I stepped out of the airport as a top-tier neurosurgeon, holding the hands of my genius twins. This time, I am taking back everything they stole, and every last one of them will pay.
The Day I Died, She Finally Knew My Truth

The Day I Died, She Finally Knew My Truth

I walked out of Chino State Prison, a free man, but my body carried a death sentence. The clanging gates closed behind me, a period at the end of five lost years. The California sun felt too bright on my face, and my lungs burned with the fatal lung cancer I’d contracted inside. I had one final wish: to have my ashes scattered at Point Sublime, a remote, sacred spot in the Grand Canyon I’d promised to share with Olivia, years ago, our forever place. But then Olivia Hayes, my past love, now engaged to my former best friend and tormentor, Marcus Thorne, appeared. Her eyes, once full of youthful adoration, now seethed with pure, unadulterated hatred. She offered me a job: her personal driver, not out of kindness, but out of a cold desire for me to witness everything I had supposedly ruined. I took the job, enduring her glacial contempt and Marcus's sadistic pleasure day after agonizing day, as my failing health rapidly withered beneath my uniform. I coughed up blood in secret, retrieved her family heirloom ring from an icy pool at Marcus’s cruel behest, and pulled her from a burning guesthouse, letting Marcus claim the credit for my heroism. Every interaction was a fresh twist of the knife, a public humiliation for a crime I didn’t commit, but chose to embrace. They called me a murderer, a reckless monster, a lifelong convict, always oblivious to the truth: I had taken the fall for her mother’s suicide, sacrificing my freedom and reputation, to protect Olivia and her family’s stained name from further ruin. I had lost everything for her, only to become the very person she now despised, fueling her relentless cruelty. Then Marcus’s reckless accident left him bleeding out, urgently needing my rare blood type. Olivia, desperate to save the man who reveled in my suffering, came to me. She didn’t ask; she demanded my life. And with my last breath, still loving her unconditionally, I gave it.