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The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire
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."A "bang" sound.
The door of the villa was kicked open, and the maid, who was cleaning, got anxious, and looked nervously at the person coming in.
The man was already soaked, holding a comatose woman in his arms. Ignoring the eyes of others, he walked towards the bathroom step by step. As he moved gracefully, full drops of water dripped from the wet hair on his forehead to the woman's face, and then slowly hit the expensive floor along the corner of the woman's eyes.
"Williams ... Young Master Herbert Williams..." The maid stiffened.
Anyone who knew Herbert knew his taboos: women ... no, as long as they were heterosexual creatures, it was impossible to get close to him within one meter, not to mention holding a woman who was a wet and unconscious woman ...
There were so many women who didn't know their terrible consequences of getting close to Herbert, and she didn't dare to recall their endings.
It's just ... who was this woman now?
"Young Master Williams, let me do it."
Let her stand by and watch the young master wait for a woman to take a bath. This picture was so amazing that she dare not look at it! "Go out."Herbert's voice was cold, and it sounded terrifying.
After hearing the sound of opening and closing the door, Herbert's stern eyesight turned slightly soft.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, he became more tender and affectionate.
He took off the woman's pajamas and underwear which had already been soaked and then carefully placed her in a bath full of hot water, washing away the coldness of her body in person.
The woman's skin was fair, and there was a conspicuous scar across her waist. Herbert gazed at her from her waist to the pale corner of her mouth with his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled and wistful eyesight.
After a moment, he leaned down and gently kissed her pale and bloodless lips, gently sucking.
When the woman woke up, it was already noon the next day. Staring at the strange ceiling and sitting up in horror, she instantly felt a severe headache.
Shaking her head and looking at the strange clothes on her body, she jumped off the bed in surprise. However, her feet were so painful that she almost stumbled to fall down.
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CEO Husband, Behave Yourself
Being sexually harassed by her step father for a long time, Jenny Taylor, who could not bear it any longer, escaped from the family she had been living for thirteen years in a rainy night. She had nowhere to go but the orphanage where she grew up. Unfortunately, she passed out at the gate of the orp/0/24949/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250124155310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
