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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."
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The sharp sound of a key in my own front door jolted me awake on Thanksgiving night.
It wasn't my key, and it certainly wasn't my hand.
My boyfriend Matthew' s mother burst in, unleashing a tirade about me not cooking Thanksgiving dinner, followed by Matthew himself, reeking of alcohol.
Instead of intervening, Matthew demanded an apology from me, then shockingly slapped me across the face.
He proceeded to violently drag me by my hair, throwing me out of my own apartment and deadbolting the door.
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The Blacklisted Boyfriend
The sharp sound of a key in my own front door jolted me awake on Thanksgiving night. It wasn't my key, and it certainly wasn't my hand. My boyfriend Matthew' s mother burst in, unleashing a tirade about me not cooking Thanksgiving dinner, followed by Matthew himself, reeking of alcohol. Instead o
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