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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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On my birthday, my husband, Colton Thomas, told me to take a trip to a top tourist destination with me.

Just as we were about to board the plane, he suddenly received a call. Then he said, "Sorry, honey, but my mom has suddenly been sent to the ICU. I have to rush back."

In a rush, he got off the plane, leaving me to fulfill the promise we made to each other ten years ago.

I slowly stood up and said to the flight attendant, "I'm not flying."

Watching his eager departure, I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

I was genuinely curious to see how my supposedly deceased mother-in-law could have come back to life.

I was shocked after following Colton to a villa I had never visited.

At that moment, the villa was brightly lit, and the entire house was decorated in a warm pink. The courtyard was filled with my favorite flowers.

Digital fireworks hung on either side of the main gate, clearly waiting for someone to set them off.

It was my thirty-second birthday that day.

Just this morning, Colton held me and said, "Honey, I promise to give you a surprise for your birthday this year."

Looking at the scene in front of me now, I was suddenly amused.

Was Colton planning a birthday surprise for me?

He secretly bought a villa, decorated it, and set it up. Then he waited for me to come back in a huff for a huge surprise?

Even though we had been married for so many years, he was still romantic.

Thinking back, I remembered that Colton did mention investing in real estate last week. He told me that he had his eye on a villa in Silverport, with a reasonable price and a good location.

At the time, I was dealing with a company acquisition, and funds were tight, so I didn't approve it immediately.

But I distinctly remember saying, "I'll transfer the money to you once the project funds come in this month."

He had kissed my forehead and said, "You're the best, honey."

I took out my phone and called my assistant. "Ricky, withdraw eight million dollars in cash from my personal account and deliver it to Villa No. 8 in Silverport."

"Right now, Ms. Murphy?" Ricky asked, a bit surprised.

"Yes. Now."

I looked at the warmly lit house and couldn't suppress a smile at the corners of my mouth. "My husband has prepared a surprise for me, and I also need to surprise him with a gift."

After hanging up, as I was about to get out of the car, a flashy red Ferrari sped up and stopped in front of the villa.

The car door was opened upward, revealing a pair of long, slender legs.

I froze.

It was Kenzie Shaw.

She was the new intern at Colton's company, and her father was the cleaner I hired who worked at my house.

Her family wasn't well-off, and she had barely managed to complete her education with my sponsorship.

Yet here she was, wearing a dress that cost more than her entire four years of college tuition. She coquettishly asked those inside to open the door.

The villa door opened.

Colton stepped out. He was also well dressed, and his clothes were even more formal than those on our wedding day.

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