The Rise of a Forgotten Son

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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Jason sat in the cramped corner of the café, staring down at his phone. His hands trembled as he scrolled through the list of expenses Linda had just sent him. He had been working two part-time jobs just to scrape by, and now, all of that hard-earned money was about to disappear into the virtual shopping cart of someone who didn't seem to care. He took a quick glance at Linda and could see her cold gaze fixed on him.

"Jason," Linda said, her voice sharp as she tossed her phone onto the table. "Pay for it. I added everything I need. You can handle that, right?" she asked nonchalantly

Jason hesitated, his heart thudding. It wasn't the first time he would have to empty his wallet,his savings just to please Linda and at the end, he got nothing in return but her cold attitude.

The total amount was suffocating-nearly his entire paycheck. He had just received his salary today, and most of it was already allocated for his tuition fee, which had been overdue for months. His university had given him an ultimatum: pay today, or he would be dropped from his classes. If he lost this opportunity, everything he had worked for would be gone.

"Linda, I just got paid today, but I need the money for my tuition," Jason said, trying to keep his voice steady. "If I don't pay it by tonight, I'll get kicked out of school. Is that really what you want?"

Linda rolled her eyes. "God, Jason, why are you always so poor? Every time I ask you to do something for me, there's always an excuse. I don't care about your stupid tuition. If you cared about me, you'd find a way." she said sharparly fodling her hands liej she didnt hear what Jason had just told her

Her words stung, cutting deeper than Jason wanted to admit. He had been with Linda for over a year now, and each time she belittled him, he thought it would be the last. He loved her-at least, he thought he did-but moments like this made him question everything. Still, the fear of losing her outweighed the pain of her insults.

"I'll figure something out," Jason muttered

Linda's phone buzzed on the table again. Out of the corner of his eye, Jason noticed a text message appear on the screen. The words that flashed across the phone made his blood run cold: "Miss last night? I can't stop thinking about you." he looked at he phone before him and back at Linda

Jason blinked, his stomach twisting in knots. His mind raced as he tried to process what he had just seen. Who would send Linda something like that? Before he could ask, Linda snatched her phone off the table and glared at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped.

"Who was that?" Jason asked, his voice trembling.

"That's none of your business," Linda hissed, shoving her phone into her bag. "You're so pathetic, Jason. Always snooping around, always acting like you own me when in reality you haven't actually done anything for me."

Before Jason could respond, Linda stood up and stormed out of the café, leaving him sitting there, humiliated. His heart raced as he scrambled to his feet, following her outside. He needed to know who sent the message.

The moment he stepped through the doors, he froze. A sleek, black luxury car was parked just outside the café. Standing next to it, dressed in an expensive designer suit, was Ethan-Jason's classmate and the son of one of the wealthiest families in the city.

Jason felt his breath catch in his throat as he noticed Ethan holding a massive bouquet. Only, it wasn't flowers he was offering-it was a bouquet of neatly rolled bills, cash fanned out like roses.

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