The Jilted Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
I was forced to sign my life away to Jaxson Wilson, a ruthless Wall Street predator, just to save my family's failing company.
But the moment the ink dried on our marriage certificate, my family showed their true colors.
My cousin tried to physically attack me out of pure jealousy, and my grandfather weaponized my dead parents' tragic accident just to ensure my absolute obedience.
Suffering a severe panic attack, I packed my bags and fled the toxic estate.
I expected to be tossed into a cold, empty penthouse by my new billionaire husband. After all, this was just a corporate merger, and I was nothing but a tool to stabilize his stock.
Yet, everything Jaxson did completely shattered my expectations.
He didn't neglect me. He personally designed a breathtaking mansion tailored to my habits.
When I cooked cheap pasta in the middle of the night, the billionaire CEO rolled up his sleeves to wash my dishes.
When a speeding truck nearly hit me, he risked his own life to pull me back, his eyes dark with a terrifying, raw panic.
I couldn't understand it. Why was this cold, untouchable man treating a fake, transactional wife with such intense, suffocating protection?
"It doesn't matter if my family likes you. You married me. Not them."
Looking at the multi-million dollar diamonds he had just fastened around my neck, my fear finally evaporated.
If my family wanted to throw me to the wolves, I would gladly become the alpha's wife and make them regret it.
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Chapter 1
Kaia pushed open the heavy glass doors of the New York City Hall marriage registry.
A blast of over-air-conditioned air hit her bare skin. She shivered, her fingers immediately reaching up to pull the thin silk shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her stomach felt like it was filled with lead.
Footsteps echoed against the marble floor. Jaxson strode down the corridor from the opposite side. His bespoke charcoal suit fit him with ruthless perfection. Without a word, he stepped smoothly into the path of the AC vent, his broad shoulders blocking the icy draft before it could reach her.
"Ready?" he asked.
His voice was a low rumble in his chest. Kaia looked up. His deep blue eyes held a steady, unreadable calm.
"Yes," Kaia lied.
Her throat was dry. She forced the word out, swallowing the suffocating fear of signing her life away to a man she barely knew.
The clerk slid the marriage registration form across the counter.
"Are both parties entering this union voluntarily?" the clerk asked, looking between them.
Kaia picked up the pen. Her knuckles turned white. She gripped the plastic barrel so hard her fingers ached. She stared at the dotted line. This was a merger. A transaction to stabilize the Wilson Group's stock and secure the Miranda family's trust fund. Nothing more.
She pressed the pen to the paper and signed her name.
Jaxson took the form from her. As he reached for it, his fingers moved deliberately slow. The rough pad of his index finger brushed against the back of her hand.
A sharp jolt of electricity shot up Kaia's arm. Her breath caught. She yanked her hand back, her pulse suddenly hammering in her ears.
Jaxson didn't look up. He signed his name with fluid, aggressive strokes. He pushed the paper back to the clerk. The movement was final. The contract was sealed.
The clerk handed them two red-stamped certificates. Jaxson took both. He folded them and slid them into the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. He didn't offer her one.
They walked out of the building side by side. The midday New York sun was blinding. Kaia raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting against the harsh glare.
A shadow instantly fell over her.
Jaxson had opened a large black umbrella. He held it entirely over her head, his own shoulder exposed to the baking sun.
A black Rolls-Royce idled at the curb. Jaxson's driver opened the rear door. Jaxson placed his hand on the roof of the car, shielding her head as he nodded for her to get in.
Kaia slid into the backseat. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing them inside.
The air in the cabin was thick. The scent of crisp cedar and expensive mint radiated from Jaxson's suit. It filled Kaia's lungs. Her chest tightened. Her heart skipped a beat, thudding against her ribs. She immediately turned her head, staring blankly out the tinted window to hide the sudden flush creeping up her neck.
Jaxson shifted in his seat. He reached out and pressed a button. The window rolled down two inches. Fresh street air rushed in, slicing through the heavy tension in the car.
Kaia's lungs expanded. She took a deep breath.
The car turned onto the private road leading to the Miranda family estate. The massive iron gates loomed in the distance. Kaia's jaw clenched. Her fingers found the fabric of her skirt, twisting it into a tight knot.
Jaxson watched her knuckles turn white.
"My assistant will contact you later," Jaxson said. "I have a call starting in two minutes. The car will drop you and leave immediately."
His voice sliced through the dead silence. Kaia turned to him.
"Thank you," she said. Her tone was polite. Sterile. Exactly how a business partner should sound.
The Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop in front of the estate's grand steps.
Kaia got out alone. Just as he had stated, the heavy vehicle didn't linger; the moment her door clicked shut, the driver accelerated, leaving her alone as Jaxson immediately began his emergency cross-border conference call.
Kaia pushed open the heavy oak doors of the Miranda estate. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble foyer.
Aniya sat on the velvet sofa, filing her nails. She paused. Her eyes darted to Kaia, flashing with raw, unfiltered jealousy.
Aniya threw the nail file onto the glass table. She stood up and stepped directly into Kaia's path.
"Look at you," Aniya sneered. "Using dirty tricks to steal a marriage that belonged to me. You think you're a Wilson now?"
Kaia stared at her. She didn't take a single step back.
"Grandfather and the board made the decision," Kaia said, her voice deadpan. "If you have a problem, go complain to them."
Aniya's face flushed red. Her chest heaved. She raised her hand, lunging forward to shove Kaia by the shoulders.
Kaia twisted her torso. She sidestepped smoothly.
Aniya grabbed empty air. Her momentum carried her forward. She tripped over the edge of the rug and slammed hard into a towering floor vase. The porcelain wobbled violently, making a deafening scraping sound against the marble.
Footsteps hurried down the curved staircase. Caron, Kaia's aunt, rushed into the foyer. She saw her daughter stumbling and immediately put on a look of sheer agony.
"Aniya!" Caron grabbed her daughter's arm. She glared at Kaia. "You marry into money for one day, and suddenly you don't respect your elders anymore? Pushing your own cousin?"
Kaia looked at the two of them. A wave of exhausting nausea rolled through her stomach. She was so tired of this house.
She reached into her designer bag. She pulled out a folded copy of the signed marriage registration form. She had made sure to ask the clerk for a duplicate before they left the counter.
She slammed it down onto the coffee table. The paper smacked against the glass with a sharp crack.
Caron and Aniya flinched. Their eyes locked onto the document. They saw the official county stamp. They saw Jaxson Wilson's signature. Both of their faces drained of color, turning a sickly, pale gray.
Kaia didn't wait for them to speak. She walked right past them. She kept her spine entirely straight, her heels clicking rhythmically as she headed for the stairs.
"You bitch!" Aniya shrieked from behind her, stomping her foot.
The sound echoed off the high ceilings. Kaia reached the second-floor landing. She paused, glancing down at the foyer with absolute indifference. Then, she turned and walked toward her grandfather's study.
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8.7
Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family.
But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more.
The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him.
Her mother looked at her with pure disdain.
"You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you."
To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle.
They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter.
They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation.
They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty.
But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player.
She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye.
"Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."
8.7
I was trapped in a greasy diner by my own mother.
She was forcing me to marry my abusive cousin because he had paid her twenty thousand dollars.
To escape, I used a contract marriage app and begged a complete stranger to marry me at City Hall that very day.
Ethan drove a cheap Ford and wore a plain suit. I thought he was just an ordinary guy needing a fake wife.
When my mother found out, she brought thugs to destroy my flower shop—my only home and livelihood.
To protect Ethan from her endless extortion, I shielded him and screamed that he was bankrupt and drowning in credit card debt.
My mother fled in disgust, and Ethan took me into his apartment for the night.
But out of trauma and habit, I locked my bedroom door, muttering that he must be old and desperate.
He stormed out into the freezing night, leaving me terrified that I had ruined my only lifeline.
I didn't understand why he was so furiously offended, completely unaware that my "broke" husband was actually the most ruthless billionaire in New York, and I had just trampled his massive ego.
The next morning, his face was a mask of ice as he dragged me back to City Hall to annul the marriage and get rid of me.
"Annulment. Now," he demanded.
But the clerk just popped her gum and slid a pink paper across the counter.
"State law changed. Mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period."
8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
8.0
After years of a freezing, loveless marriage, my billionaire husband Israel finally threw me out to make room for his new lover, Ayla.
Before I even packed my bags, he ordered a crew to shred the Dogwood tree in our backyard and pour thick concrete into the crater, claiming it was a symbol of my infidelity.
He didn't know that buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of our unborn baby.
Stripped of everything, I tried to rebuild my shattered life by securing a supporting role in an indie film.
But Israel bought the entire production studio just to cast Ayla as the lead, demanding I act as her pathetic stepping stone.
When I refused, he cornered me on set with a sickening audio recording.
"We want one million dollars. This will ruin Karen forever."
It was my own parents. They had forged my medical records, planning to sell a story to the tabloids that I was a violent, delusional schizophrenic.
Israel smiled coldly, threatening to lock me in a padded room on an involuntary psychiatric hold unless I signed an unpaid contract to serve Ayla unconditionally.
My own flesh and blood had sold me out to a ruthless monster for cash.
Staring at the extortion contract, the last shred of desperation and love in my chest burned away into cold, gray ash.
To survive a monster, you have to become one.
I picked up his pen, violently signed my name, and prepared to rip his precious Ayla to shreds on camera.
9.5
How far are you willing to go for your family's company?
Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes, and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride.
After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years.
Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?
8.0
I am the sole heir to the Beaumont empire, engaged to Julian for three years to secure our families' alliance.
But on the night of my 24th birthday, he left me waiting at a crowded bar for three hours. I called him twelve times, and he ignored every single one.
The next day, he claimed he was busy saving his ex-girlfriend, Abby, from an eviction. He promised to make it up to me at my wedding dress fitting. Yet, right before I stepped out in my gown, he ran off again. He even outsourced accompanying me to buy our wedding rings to my father's imposing Chief Operating Officer, Alex.
When my friend sent me a live video from a nightclub, I realized the humiliating truth. Julian had abandoned me at the bridal shop to get into a bloody street brawl over Abby. Even after I rushed to the club and used my family name to save him from being arrested, he still hesitated when his ex-girlfriend grabbed his arm.
"Julian, please don't leave me."
Hearing Abby's manufactured cries, he chose to stay by her side instead of following me. I stared at his bloody knuckles in pure, unfiltered disgust. Why was I ruining my pride for a man who constantly put another woman first?
Without looking back, I walked out of the club and got straight into Alex's waiting car. This time, I am canceling the wedding.