
The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
I was the rightful heir to the Valenzuela estate, but my aunt and cousin treated me worse than a stray dog.
On a freezing rainy night, they forged documents to strip me of my trust fund and violently ordered their bodyguards to throw me out.
My cousin snatched the rosewood urn containing my mother's ashes. She smashed it onto the marble floor and maliciously ground the white powder under her stiletto heel.
When Aidan, the elderly butler who had protected me since I was a baby, tried to shield me from their assassins in the storm, he was stabbed in the back.
His hot blood poured over my hands as he died in the muddy puddle, while my aunt's men laughed and raised their blades to finish me off.
They thought I was just a nameless orphan they could easily erase.
The next day, they went to the press, branding me a degenerate thief who ran away, happily preparing to parade around at my grandfather's charity gala using my stolen wealth.
But they didn't know I was rescued from the rain by the most ruthless billionaire in New York, a man willing to burn the city down to protect me.
Staring at my pale reflection in the penthouse mirror, I took a pair of heavy silver scissors and chopped off my long hair.
"From today on, the weak girl is dead. I am Evelena Valenzuela, and I am going to make them bleed for every single thing they took."
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Chapter 10
The black helicopter touched down on the grass just outside the dirt arena. The engine roared, vibrating the ground beneath their feet.
The side door slid open. Ingram stepped out into the wind. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit. His face was a mask of pure, terrifying ice. A squad of heavily armed Blackwater contractors poured out behind him.
At the exact same moment, a line of silver Rolls-Royces tore through the campus gates. They slammed on their brakes at the edge of the arena, tearing up the grass.
Cian Regan, the heir to the Regan family and Orlaith's older brother, stepped out of the lead car. His eyes were sharp and angry.
The two most powerful men in the city locked eyes over the hood of the cars for one second. Then, both of their gazes snapped to Evelena, who was still being held by the school guards.
Ingram saw the blood dripping from the corner of Evelena's mouth. The air around him seemed to freeze. He walked forward with long, predatory strides.
The Blackwater guards did not wait for an order. They drew their weapons, grabbed the school security guards by the collars, and threw them violently into the dirt.
Evelena was free.
Dean Milton recognized the two billionaires. His knees actually gave out. He stumbled forward, stuttering and trying to explain.
Ingram walked right past him. He stopped in front of Evelena. He raised his hand. His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, wiping away the blood. His touch was incredibly gentle, contrasting with the murder in his eyes.
His voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He asked her who hit her.
Evelena did not answer. She just turned her head and stared at Kenzie, who was trembling like a leaf.
Cian walked up. He took off his expensive suit jacket and reached out, trying to drape it over Evelena's shoulders.
Ingram's arm shot out. He blocked Cian's hand with brutal force. Ingram stripped off his own jacket and wrapped it tightly around Evelena, pulling her slightly behind him. It was an absolute claim of ownership.
Cian's eyes narrowed. He stared at Ingram. The air between the two men sparked with heavy, violent tension.
The scene shifted to the Dean's office. The room felt like a pressure cooker.
Ingram sat in the Dean's large leather chair behind the desk. Evelena stood right next to him.
Cian leaned against the bookshelf, his arms crossed over his chest. He stared coldly at Milton and Kenzie, who were standing in the center of the room.
Milton was sweating through his shirt. He tried to say Evelena broke the rules and Kenzie was just defending herself.
The office door opened. Palmer walked in. He threw a thick folder directly into Milton's chest. The papers spilled onto the floor.
It was a financial document. It detailed the Santiago Corporation's complete blockade of Kenzie's family supply chain.
Ingram spoke. His voice was flat and devoid of mercy. He told Kenzie that her father's company had just lost hundreds of millions of dollars in the last ten minutes.
Kenzie screamed that he was lying. She pulled out her phone and called her father. The sound of her father screaming and cursing echoed through the small speaker.
Cian pushed off the bookshelf. He looked at Milton and calmly announced that the Regan family was permanently pulling all their funding from the school.
Milton gasped. He grabbed his chest and collapsed into a chair, his face gray.
Ingram stood up. He walked slowly around the desk until he was standing right in front of Kenzie. He looked at her like she was an insect.
He told her to get on her knees and apologize to Evelena. He said if she didn't, the Block family name would be erased from New York by morning.
Kenzie's legs gave out. She dropped to her knees on the carpet. Tears streamed down her face, ruining her makeup. She bowed her head to Evelena and choked out the word "sorry."
Evelena looked down at her. She felt no pity. She said two words. "Get out."
Ingram turned to Evelena. He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist and started walking toward the door.
Cian stepped in front of them. He looked at Ingram and demanded to know what right he had to take his sister's friend away.
He looked Cian dead in the eye. He let out a dark, arrogant laugh. He said, "She is under my absolute protection now. That is all you need to know."
The entire school watched in terrified silence as Ingram led Evelena out of the building and pushed her into the back of the Maybach.
The car doors locked. The engine started. Ingram looked at Evelena sitting next to him.
He said she was done playing games in this fake greenhouse.
He picked up a thick file bearing the Santiago Corporation logo and dropped it onto her lap. It contained the financial blueprints of the Valenzuela family's stolen assets. He looked at her and said the Valenzuela family had hollowed out her legacy, and if she wanted true revenge at the upcoming charity gala, she needed better weapons. He told her to report to his headquarters tomorrow. He was going to personally teach her how to destroy them on the real battlefield.
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7.6
Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her.
The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate.
Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless.
When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed.
He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her.
To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature.
"If you fail, you will never see Bria again."
He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point.
Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair.
How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing?
Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.

7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.

8.0
Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street.
To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon.
But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever.
"Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it."
Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her.
Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end.
Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?

8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move.
Yesterday, they finalized my sale.
"You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree."
Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed.
But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions.
At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea.
Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me.
I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare.
Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour.
My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain.
I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.

7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."

7.6
I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years.
On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved.
My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows.
I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for?
Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile.
"They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future."
The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.