Raging Runes

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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A'xelaan tilted his head to the side as I let my right fingers crawl across his long, manly neck; from the prominent muscle on the side to his apparent collarbone. I rubbed it roughly, feeling the bones with my index tip.

I used to think he was smart—like he'd have already read my intent with my moves. But maybe not. I did overestimate him.

With quick reflexes, I set the penknife in my other hand to his throat, but A'xelaan caught me by surprise when he had me bent over on the desk.

How he managed to pull me to his front and trap me in a split second, I didn't know. All I knew was his body brushing mine, my arms stretched above my head, grinding against the desk while being pinned down at the wrists by his powerful hand.

He patted my fingers and the knife fell from my grip. I chuckled painfully.

"You learn one smart move and decide to play a game?" A'xelaan snarled, his breath fanning my ear. Only then did I realize how close we were.

That close. Very close.

The feel of his lips grazing the side of my face was cold and smooth as he pressed down on my lower back with his other hand, his gruff voice causing me to flinch. "Maybe you've not realized this, but you are mine."

"Oh yeah," I kept chuckling. "Show me some fucking proof then!"

A'xelaan huffed and, without warning, something cold and sharp pierced into the skin of my left shoulder.

I was whimpering at first before a scream flew out my lips, my legs trembling as my hands struggled to break free of his grip.

Soon, the piercing stopped and A'xelaan's wet, hot tongue slowly licked the area. It gave a burning, itchy sensation.

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