Defying The Ruthless Billionaire Heir
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
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Chapter 7
The smell of rubbing alcohol hit her like a slap. They had driven through the night—four hours from D.C. to the South Fork, Chloe gripping the wheel while Johana stared at her phone, willing it to ring. By the time they pulled into the Southampton Hospital parking lot, the first gray light of dawn was bleeding into the sky. Johana stopped dead in the doorway of the ER, her chest heaving.
Dalton's eyes locked onto hers. For a fraction of a second, something flickered in them-surprise, maybe. But it was gone instantly, replaced by that same cold, hard mask he wore in the driveway.
Kamren Hubbard stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. He walked toward her, his hand extended. "Miss Neal. I'm Kamren. We spoke on the phone."
Johana ignored his hand. She looked past him, at the other men in the room. One of them was pacing, his phone pressed to his ear. He was tall, with slicked-back hair and an open collar. Zane Croft.
"...I don't care about the optics," Zane was hissing into the phone, his back half-turned. "Just handle it. I want a full-spectrum sweep. No digital ghosts, you understand?"
Johana's blood ran cold. She stepped around Kamren and confronted Zane. "What did you do to her?"
Zane glanced at her, annoyed. "Who the hell are you?"
"Where is Hazelle?" Johana demanded, her voice rising. "What did you do?"
Kamren stepped in, his hand lightly touching her elbow. "Miss Neal, please. Lower your voice. The doctors are working."
"Don't touch me!" Johana yanked her arm away. She pointed at Zane. "I heard him. He's talking about a digital sweep. You're covering something up."
The waiting room went quiet. A nurse at the station looked up, frowning.
Dalton stood up. He moved slowly, his presence commanding the space. He walked over until he was standing right in front of Johana, looking down at her.
"This is a hospital," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Not a courtroom. Making a scene won't help your friend."
"Help her?" Johana's voice cracked. "You people did this to her. You're destroying evidence."
"We are ensuring her privacy," Dalton said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Unlike you, we are trying to keep this out of the news."
Before Johana could scream at him, the ER door swung open. A young man in a rumpled suit hurried in, followed by a woman carrying a briefcase.
The man in the suit walked straight to Dalton. "Mr. Black. We've retained Dr. Feldman. He's the best trauma specialist on the East Coast. He's been consulted via teleconference and has already arranged for Miss Olson's immediate transfer to a private suite at a facility upstate,where he will personally oversee her case."
Dalton nodded once. "And the hospital?"
"Taken care of," the assistant said. "No records will leak. Mr. Croft's team is handling the digital footprint as we speak."
Johana listened in horror. It was all true. They were erasing the night. They were making Hazelle disappear.
"You're monsters," she whispered.
Zane Croft hung up his phone and sneered at her. "Listen, sweetheart, you don't know who you're dealing with. Back off."
Dalton's head snapped toward Zane. One look. Just one icy glare. Zane's jaw tightened. He shot a look back that was half defiance, half grudging respect, before turning away and muttering under his breath.
Dalton turned back to Johana. "We are providing your friend with the best medical care money can buy. If you care about her at all, you will let us do our jobs."
His words were logical. His tone was infuriating. He was treating her like a problem to be managed.
The door to the treatment rooms opened. A nurse stepped out, holding a clipboard. "Family of Hazelle Olson?"
"I'm here," Johana said, pushing past Dalton. "How is she?"
The nurse looked at her sympathetically. "She's been sedated. She was highly agitated. The doctor will come out to speak with you shortly."
Johana's knees buckled. The adrenaline was crashing. She reached out for the wall, missing, and started to fall.
A hand caught her arm. Firm, warm, steadying her. Dalton.
She looked up at his hand on her skin, then up at his face. The disgust in her eyes was absolute.
She ripped her arm out of his grip. "Don't touch me."
She steadied herself against the wall, breathing hard. "I don't want your money. I don't want your doctors. I want the truth. And I will find out what you did to her."
Dalton let his hand drop to his side. He stared at her, his expression unreadable. He didn't defend himself. He didn't argue. He just watched her, his blue eyes dark and intense.
"Okay," he said quietly.
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9.6
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
9.0
My ex-husband returned after a three-year bet, ready to reclaim me and the son he thought was his. He had no idea that I'd secretly aborted his child, divorced him, and remarried the day he left. His world was about to come crashing down.
His delusion turned deadly when he and his manipulative best friend, Haylee, kidnapped my son, Leo.
I found them at his family's mansion, with Leo suffocating from a severe allergic reaction to a dog they were forcing him to play with. Elliot physically restrained me, scolding me for overreacting while Haylee giggled as my son turned blue.
At the hospital, as Leo fought for his life, Elliot grabbed my arm, demanding to know who the man standing beside me was. He was convinced this was all a game to make him jealous.
That's when my real husband, billionaire Gregory Morton, stepped forward.
"Since when is this child yours, Elliot?"
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
8.4
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage.
Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move.
Then, she meets him.
Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close.
He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle.
One impulsive proposal changes everything.
"If you need a wife... marry me instead."
"Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."
7.7
Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans.
Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time.
But revenge comes at a cost.
Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control.
And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself?
Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.
7.1
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.