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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."

Modern Revenge Rebirth/Reborn

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Sienna Whitmore's POV

I tugged at the itchy black wig covering my real hair, resisting the urge to rip it off and throw it onto the floor of the high-end restaurant. The long, jet-black strands weren't just uncomfortable- they were part of my disguise. A disguise I had perfected over the past three years.

Sitting across from me, my latest blind date, Nathaniel Pierce, cleared his throat and adjusted the cuffs of his expensive suit. His eyes, a dull shade of brown, flickered over me with the same guarded politeness all my father's chosen suitors had. I could already tell he wasn't impressed. Perfect.

A clumsy smile stretched across my lips. "So, Nathaniel, do you like cats?" I leaned forward, making sure my oversized glasses slid down my nose. The thick lenses distorted my eyes just enough to give the impression of terrible vision, another touch to the persona I had crafted.

Nathaniel raised a brow. "They're fine, I suppose."

I gasped dramatically, clutching my chest. "Fine? Just fine?" My voice pitched high enough that the couple seated at the next table glanced in our direction. "Oh, dear. That's a problem. You see, I have seventeen of them. They're my babies."

The flicker of discomfort in his expression was everything I needed.

He shifted in his seat. "Seventeen?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Mr. Fluffington, Lady Whiskers, Sir Pawsalot-"

The list continued as I watched him struggle to maintain a neutral expression. By the time I reached cat number ten, he coughed into his napkin and took a hasty sip of water.

"I, uh, don't think I'm suited for that kind of commitment."

A fake pout curled my lips. "Oh, but they're so easy to take care of! Well, except for Mittens. He has this unfortunate habit of attacking anyone who isn't me."

Nathaniel checked his watch, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted. "Listen, Sienna-"

"Bridget," I corrected, using the fake name I had given him.

"Right. Bridget." He sighed. "I don't think this is going to work out."

Feigning heartbreak, I clutched my napkin to my chest. "Oh no! But we had such a connection!"

Nathaniel looked more than ready to bolt from his chair. He muttered something about an early morning meeting and tossed enough cash onto the table to cover the bill before practically running for the exit.

The moment he disappeared, I dropped the act. My exaggerated pout turned into a victorious smirk.

One more down.

A satisfied sigh escaped me as I removed the wig, shaking out my real auburn hair. The relief was instant, like shedding an unnecessary weight. I plucked off the ridiculous glasses and signaled for the waiter, ready to order dessert now that my date had fled.

"Rough night?" The deep, amused voice came from the seat Nathaniel had vacated.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. A man slid into the chair across from me as if he belonged there, completely at ease.

Sharp blue eyes, the color of a stormy ocean, studied me with far too much interest. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled, giving him an effortless charm that matched the confident smirk on his face. Dressed in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, he radiated confidence.

I blinked. "Excuse me, but who are you?"

He leaned back in his chair. "Liam Caldwell. And you, Sienna Whitmore, are the most entertaining thing I've seen all evening."

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