Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
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Chapter 6
Byron snapped out of his shock. He jumped back a full foot, trying to put physical distance between himself and the tiny girl pointing at him.
He waved both hands frantically in the air. "No way! Old man, don't listen to her! I can't even keep a cactus alive!"
Byron's chest heaved with panic. "I go to sleep at three in the morning! My apartment is full of empty bottles! She will starve to death if she lives with me!"
Alton saw his opening. He sneered, his chest puffing out again. "At least you know you are useless. Father, this is a circus."
Alton marched toward Cordelia. He dropped his fake smile and reached out with a large, aggressive hand, aiming to grab her wrist.
"You are coming with me. I will hire the strictest etiquette tutors to beat some sense into you," Alton snapped.
Before Alton's fingers could graze her skin, Cordelia moved.
She darted forward like a frightened rabbit. She threw herself at Byron. Her small arms wrapped tightly around Byron's thigh, her fingers gripping the expensive fabric of his tailored trousers. She pressed her entire body against his leg.
Byron froze. His muscles locked up. He looked down at the mop of yellow hair attached to his leg. His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, terrified to touch her, terrified to push her away.
Cordelia buried her face deep into the fabric of his trousers, completely hiding her dry eyes. Her shoulders began to shake violently.
"I won't go!" Cordelia screamed. Her voice cracked, tearing through the room with raw, agonizing terror. "I don't want to go with him! He will kill me! Uncle Byron, save me!"
She did not shed a single tear, but with her face completely concealed, the sheer panic vibrating in her vocal cords stabbed into the eardrums of everyone in the room.
Alton's hand hovered in the empty air. His face flushed a dark, ugly purple. He felt the eyes of the servants burning into his back. His dignity was being shredded.
Glenwood watched the girl tremble. His disgust for his eldest son reached a boiling point. The old man slammed his cane into the floor again.
"Enough, Alton!" Glenwood barked. "You have disgraced yourself enough for one day."
Alton ground his teeth together. The muscles in his jaw popped. Desperate to save face, he forced his mouth into a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Cordelia," Alton said, his voice dripping with fake warmth. "I am your biological father. Blood is thicker than water. I was just upset. Come home, and Daddy will buy you new dresses."
Cordelia peeked out from behind Byron's leg. Her eyes were dry and lethal.
"You don't even know my favorite color," Cordelia said, her voice trembling perfectly. "You just want to turn me into a mute puppet so your fake daughter can have everything!"
The words acted like a scalpel, slicing Alton's fake mask right off his face.
Alton's eyes bulged. He lost his mind. "You ungrateful brat!" he spat.
Byron looked down at the tiny girl clinging to his leg. He felt the heat of her small body against his skin. He felt the violent tremors shaking her frame.
A strange, heavy sensation expanded in Byron's chest. The protective instinct he had buried under years of alcohol and parties suddenly clawed its way to the surface.
Byron slowly lifted his head. The lazy, playboy smirk vanished from his face. His blue eyes turned into shards of ice as he glared at his older brother.
"Did you hear her, Alton?" Byron's voice was dangerously low. "She would rather live with a degenerate loser than spend another second with you."
Byron reached down. He hooked his large hand under Cordelia's arm and lifted her off the floor in one smooth motion. He tucked her against his side, his arm wrapping securely around her waist. The hold was awkward, but fiercely possessive.
"I'm taking the kid," Byron announced. He lifted his chin, challenging anyone to stop him.
Alton shook with rage. He pointed a finger at Byron's face. "You will regret this! If you take that burden, I will make sure you never see another dime from the trust fund!"
Byron let out a harsh laugh. He raised his free hand and flipped his brother the middle finger.
"Keep your money," Byron sneered. "I keep the kid."
Glenwood watched the two brothers. A faint, calculating gleam flickered in the old man's eyes. He struck his cane on the floor one last time, sealing the deal.
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9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.
8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.
7.1
I waited a year for my mate, Alpha Justin, to return from the border war. While he was gone, I used my ten-million-dollar dowry to keep his crumbling pack afloat and buy life-saving elixirs for his mother.
But when he finally walked through the door, he reeked of another female's scent.
He brought back Gamma Brenna and a Royal Decree, coldly announcing she would be his "Co-Luna."
His family, who survived entirely on my wealth, immediately turned on me. They mocked me for being a wolfless orphan since my father and brothers were slaughtered defending the kingdom.
"You're just a fragile woman who belongs hidden away," Justin told me.
They demanded I accept this humiliation, step aside for his new warrior mate, and continue funding their luxurious lifestyle. Justin even arrogantly offered to sleep with me just once to give me a pup as a "consolation prize," declaring his heart and body belonged entirely to Brenna.
They thought my ruined pack meant I had no backing. They thought I was a pathetic victim who would cling to their scraps and accept a polluted mate-bond just to avoid being cast out into the woods as a Rogue.
They had no idea I had already visited the Alpha King.
I wasn't going to cry, and I certainly wasn't going to share my mate. I packed up every last cent of my ten million dollars, secured a Royal Severance Decree, and prepared to watch their arrogant pack starve to death.
7.0
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.