The Witchs Countdown

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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On our wedding anniversary, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I only had three months to live.

I planned to tell my husband, Tobias Wright, but I accidentally heard a conversation between him and his mother, Joanna Wright, when I was outside the study.

"Mom, she's finally going to die. I've been waiting for that day for five years."

"Don't rush, Tobias. Once she's gone, her heart can be given to Jolie."

So I realized that they had an evil plan when Tobias decided to marry me. They had just wanted my healthy heart.

I laughed. Then I decided that I would give them a taste of their own medicine for their five years of 'anticipation.'

...

"Ms. Jenessa Wright, here are the test results. You have advanced pancreatic cancer, and you have about... three months."

The doctor's words were like a dull blade, cutting through my heart relentlessly.

It was our fifth wedding anniversary that day.

I called Tobias and wanted to tell him the news, but he told me that he had dinner with some clients and let me have something simple on my own.

It was quiet on the other end of the line, without any background noise. It didn't sound like he was at a business dinner.

Clutching my phone, I wandered home dejectedly.

The house was unsettlingly silent. I didn't see Joanna or Tobias's sister, Jolie Wright.

I changed my shoes and was about to go to my room and have a rest when I heard hushed voices from the study.

I thought Tobias had come home earlier than expected and was about to open the door when I heard Joanna's voice. "Tobias, how are things going?"

I paused.

Tobias's voice on the phone sounded excited. "Mom, it's done. The doctor has agreed to do as we said, and she will receive the report today. She won't survive over three months."

My blood froze instantly.

What report? What were they talking about?

I held my breath and pressed my ear against the cold door.

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