Mr Kapoor Hold My Heart Forever

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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Silvanburg's seasons were always like spring, but this winter was exceptionally chilling.

Cecilia stood before the full-length mirror, clad in a thin wedding gown with a voluminous and heavy train that accentuated her increasingly skeletal frame. Despite her fair complexion and delicate features, she appeared even more emaciated, yet she remained the most beautiful bride of the day.

Bang!

The bedroom door was kicked open.

"Cecilia! What have you FUCKING done now?" Alston's handsome face exuded an imposing aura, his dark eyes tinged with a chilling glint.

He threw a stack of old newspapers at Cecilia's face. "You shameless bitch, how did you convince my mother? How could she agree to this ridiculous marriage?!"

Cecilia furrowed her brows, instinctively touching her small abdomen. The gown was huge, but her eight-month belly was too large to conceal.

Alston's gaze fell on her belly, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. "And you're carrying someone else's bastard!"

"It's not..."

It’s not a bastard.

Cecilia instinctively rebutted, but Alston cut her off, grabbing her by the neck and sneering, "Not a bastard? Then is it my child? It seems like tonight is the first time we've met!"

Cecilia's neck creaked under his grip, but her hands instinctively shielded her abdomen.

"Let go of me..." Cecilia's face flushed as she struggled, her eyes fixed on Alston. "If something happens to me, you won’t fare any better!"

Alston's gaze darkened abruptly, and he loosened his grip.

Cecilia slumped to the ground, her slender neck marked with red imprints.

She lifted her trembling hand to touch them, breathing heavily, locking eyes with him as she gritted her teeth. "Didn’t your mother tell you? Your three brothers all died of cancer. Your family has a genetic defect, and you can’t escape it. You have an eighty percent risk of leukemia, and coincidentally, I’m a suitable match."

"You’re lying!" Alston clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "That’s just a risk!"

"It’s a high risk! Your mother has only you left, and with an eighty percent chance, she wouldn’t dare to gamble!" Cecilia smiled coldly. "I promised your mother I’d be ready to donate bone marrow for you anytime, but you have to marry me."

Alston's expression turned uglier. He remained silent for a moment before disdainfully saying, "Cecilia, I can promise you anything except marriage."

"Except marriage, I want nothing." Cecilia’s gaze was firm, her tone almost stubborn.

Alston pulled her up from the ground, gripping her chin tightly, his cold eyes tinged with redness. "Why? Have you gone mad? Even if you have to walk down the aisle alone with this fucking bastard today, you still insist on marrying me? Don’t you know I only want to marry Marian?!"

Cecilia’s ears buzzed, her stomach churning violently. His words, like sharp blades, seized her heart.

Her nose tingled. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the tears in her eyes. Then she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze coldly. "You’re here about Marian’s disappearance, aren’t you?"

"Marian’s disappearance is indeed related to you!" Alston's thin lips curved into a sneer, his strong fingers almost crushing her jaw.

"I don’t have that much power. It was your mother’s help." Cecilia smiled bitterly, pointing to the marriage contract on the dressing table behind her. "The wedding is over; all that’s left is the marriage license. Your mother will only see Marian safe once she sees the signed paper today."

"You’re fucking insane!"

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