The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Rebirth
Kelsi Owens stood in front of the mirror in a six-figure gown, ready to marry into the wealthy Harrington family.
But her fiancé, Jeb, didn't even look at her. He abandoned her right in the middle of the fitting because his widowed sister-in-law, Seraphina, called crying.
That same night, Kelsi collapsed on her apartment floor with a ruptured appendix. Sweating and in blinding agony, she called Jeb for help.
Instead of concern, she heard Seraphina laughing and party music blaring in the background. Jeb just snapped at her.
"Stop being dramatic. Seraphina is the guest of honor tonight. I can't leave."
He hung up, leaving her to call her own ambulance. Kelsi woke up from emergency surgery completely alone, only to receive a cold text from Jeb calling her fragile.
To make matters worse, her toxic adoptive family didn't care that she almost died. They demanded she crawl back and apologize to Jeb just so they could keep leeching off her connections and trust fund.
Lying in that cold hospital bed, the illusion finally shattered. For three years, she had always been the one left waiting. She realized she meant absolutely nothing to the people she loved.
Kelsi didn't cry, and she didn't beg.
She calmly texted Jeb to call off the engagement, blocked his number, and cut ties with her greedy relatives forever.
She was finally walking away. What she didn't know was that the city's most ruthless billionaire had been watching her, and he was already weaving a golden net to claim her for himself.
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Chapter 3
The morning sun was blinding as Kelsi walked out of the hospital's sliding glass doors.
She had refused the wheelchair the hospital offered. She walked slowly, her hand pressed firmly against her right side, her posture slightly hunched to protect her stitches. Every step sent a dull ache through her core, but she needed to walk out on her own two feet.
She had instructed the billing department to send the hospital invoice directly to Harrington Group. It was the absolute least Jeb owed her.
She stood on the curb and pulled out her phone to order an Uber. She typed in Gisele's address in SoHo, not the Hampton penthouse.
As she waited, her phone started vibrating in her palm. An unknown number flashed on the screen.
She hesitated, then swiped to answer.
"Kelsi!" A shrill, grating voice pierced her eardrum. "Why haven't you been answering your phone? Do you know I've been going crazy trying to reach you?"
Kelsi pulled the phone an inch away from her ear. "Aunt Brenda. What do you want?"
"Did you and Jeb get into a fight?" Brenda demanded, her tone dripping with accusation. "What about Kevin's job? You promised me you would talk to Jeb and get Kevin a position at Harrington Group!"
Kelsi closed her eyes. A wave of exhaustion washed over her.
Kevin Crowley was her lazy, entitled cousin. Ever since Kelsi got engaged to Jeb, her aunt and uncle had treated her like a golden ticket, constantly demanding favors and connections.
"I'm not talking to Jeb about Kevin," Kelsi said, her voice completely flat.
Brenda gasped loudly. "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean? Kelsi, don't you forget who took you in when your parents died! We fed you and housed you for years! Now you're acting like you're too good to help your own family?"
Kelsi let out a dry, humorless laugh.
Took her in. They had moved her into their cramped attic and used her parents' trust fund to pay off their own mortgage, all while complaining about the cost of her groceries.
"First of all," Kelsi said, her voice dropping to a cold, hard whisper. "My parents' trust fund paid for every single cent of my living expenses and my tuition. You didn't give me a dime. Second, Kevin's employment is his own problem. It has nothing to do with me."
"You ungrateful little brat!" Brenda shrieked. "You think the Harringtons are going to respect you if you cut off your own family? You need us to look good!"
"Don't worry about it," Kelsi said. "And don't call me for this kind of thing ever again."
She hung up the phone. She went straight to her settings and blocked the number.
A black SUV pulled up to the curb. Kelsi verified the license plate and climbed into the back seat, wincing as she settled against the leather.
Thirty minutes later, the Uber pulled up to Gisele's luxury apartment building in SoHo.
Gisele was already standing on the sidewalk. The moment Kelsi stepped out of the car, Gisele rushed forward, her hands waving frantically in the air.
"Oh my god, Kelsi! You look terrible!" Gisele grabbed Kelsi's arm, supporting her weight. Her dark eyes scanned Kelsi's pale face. "Where the hell is Jeb? Why didn't that bastard come pick you up?"
"We're done, Gisele," Kelsi said quietly as they walked toward the lobby.
Gisele stopped dead in her tracks. "Done? What do you mean done? Kelsi, don't be impulsive. Couples fight, it's normal..."
Kelsi turned to look at her best friend. Her eyes were clear and completely devoid of emotion.
"I'm not fighting with him," Kelsi said. "I left him. I need to borrow your car, or I need you to come with me. I have to go pack my things."
Gisele stared at her. She saw the absolute finality in Kelsi's expression. Gisele's mouth snapped shut. She nodded sharply.
Meanwhile, across the city, in the sleek, glass-walled executive office of Harrington Group.
Jeb Harrington threw his phone onto his mahogany desk. It hit the wood with a loud clatter.
He rubbed his temples in frustration. He had tried calling Kelsi three times. Every call went straight to voicemail. His text messages were bouncing back with red exclamation points.
She had blocked him.
Jeb scoffed, leaning back in his leather chair. Unbelievable. She was throwing a tantrum because he went to Seraphina's party instead of sitting in a hospital waiting room for a routine appendix removal.
She would get over it. She always did. Kelsi was soft. She had nowhere else to go.
He pressed the intercom button on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Harrington?" his assistant answered immediately.
"Order a massive bouquet of roses. The expensive ones," Jeb commanded. "Send them to the penthouse. And track down Kelsi's location. Find out where she went after she checked out of the hospital."
He released the button and turned his attention back to his computer monitor. He wasn't going to chase her. He would let her cool off for a few days, and then she would come crawling back.
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One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
8.9
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
9.6
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9.6
When Claire agrees to play her cold-hearted boss's girlfriend for a weekend, she never expects a fake romance to turn into a nine-month marriage contract worth millions. She becomes trapped in the world of the ultra wealthy and her abusive ex resurfaces to blackmail her with millions. She also falls in love with her cold-hearted boss, leading to an affair that gets her pregnant. But the reason for the contract marriage is no longer necessary. What happens now that Claire has no reason to stay married to her cold boss?
8.7
I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts!
9.2
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room.
Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art.
The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature.
"You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly.
Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls.
Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards.
When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor.
She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life.
Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier?
Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire?
Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch.
And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow.
The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.