Seducing The Billionaire 18

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

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It all started when I walked into my shared dorm room with a girl named Lily Blackwell.

I was here on a full academic scholarship, one of five awarded nationwide. I earned my place with sleepless nights, top scores and a ruthless hunger to escape the life I was born into.

An orphan like me didn't have much, you either work so hard to earn every little thing, or regret not doing so.

"Room 413," I whispered, climbing the stairs of my dorm.

I knocked softly, but the door swung open before I could reach for the handle.

A blonde girl with oversized sunglasses and a tiny designer robe blinked at me, phone in hand, clearly mid-conversation. "Hold on, Ashley," she said into the phone, lowering her glasses. "You're my roommate?"

I gave a small nod. "Elena Reyes."

The girl gave me a slow, curious look, taking in my plain jeans and obviously thrifted cardigan. Her lips curled into a half smile.

"I'm Lily. Lily Blackwell."

I only nodded. The name sounded familiar. Where did I hear that name?

The girl looked surprised that I didn't react to hearing her name...

She stepped aside and motioned for me to come in. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much."

The room was ridiculously big. Two queen-sized beds, and a flat screen mounted on the wall. Lily's space was beautifully decorated with all the girly stuff I could think of. I walked quietly to my corner and unpacked my bags while Lily resumed her phone call.

"Just my roommate...she looks weird...yeah. I don't think she knows much...I told her my name and she kept staring at me like a dummy," Lily laughed and made her way out of the room. "I know right, so strange..."

Did she just insult me knowing I can hear her?

What's the obsession with her name anyway?

I typed in Lily Blackwell on my phone and the search results loaded in seconds. My breath caught.

Daughter of billionaire mogul, Damian Blackwell.

I browsed the pictures, there were images of Lily stepping out of expensive cars, attending events with designer dresses.

There was one that caught my attention. Lily was standing beside a tall, dark haired man in sharp suits and an intense glare.

Damian Blackwell.

I remembered the name now. He was the founder and CEO of Blackwell industries.... constructions, oil, real estate, aviation and many more. A man so powerful that the entire city bowed to his name. He was also one of the sponsors of my scholarship program.

And Lily, my roommate...was his only daughter.

I closed the browser slowly and sat back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I had never been so close to someone so rich and powerful.

The thought of it excited me, I had just walked into a whole new world.

Suddenly, Lily's condescending tone towards me made sense.

I glanced around the dorm room again. The daughter of a billionaire.

A family with the kind of influence I had only dreamed of touching.

My gaze traveled to Lily's untouched textbooks on the desk and the perfume bottles lined up like trophies.

"Elena Reyes," I whispered to myself, "you've just come across the kind of people you only saw in movies and reality tv shows."

The door creaked open and Lily returned. "Sorry about earlier," she said with a dramatic sigh, tossing her phone onto her bed. "My friends can be such snobs sometimes. And I kind of am too, I guess."

I looked up from her unpacking. "It's fine."

Lily's eyes studied me. "You're here on scholarship, right?"

I gave a short nod.

"I figured. You look like it." She plopped down on her bed. "That's cool though. You must be, like, really smart."

I shrugged. "I try."

Lily scoffed. "You're trying to be modest. I wish I was smart enough to get a scholarship."

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