The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Return To Power
After raising Dakota for years, the wealthy Walton family mercilessly kicked her out of their mansion.
Her adopted father threw a crisp check for five hundred dollars onto a stripped mattress.
"That is more than enough for a bus ticket back to whatever slum your real parents live in. Do not ever contact us again."
Her adopted sister Cindy tried to violently snatch her faded canvas backpack, smugly bragging that she was already engaged to Dakota's former fiancé. The entire family stood on their grand balcony, sneering in disgust as Dakota left in a broken-down, smoking rental car.
"You are going to die in the gutter!"
They treated her like a contagious disease, truly believing she was nothing more than an ungrateful, bottom-feeding street rat destined to rot in poverty and beg for their charity.
But what the arrogant Waltons didn't know was that on her way "home," Dakota would casually save the dying matriarch of the country's most powerful family using a mythical medical technique. She traded her smoking junk car for a million-dollar reward and a flawless Rolls-Royce Cullinan. And the filthy "slum" she was returning to? It was the palatial estate of the ultra-billionaire Su empire. As her true parents wept with joy and ordered their staff to buy out every luxury brand in the world just to welcome her back, Dakota prepared to show the people who threw her away what real power looked like.
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Chapter 4
The words hung in the air. The highway went dead silent except for the frantic beeping of the heart monitor.
Tiffany let out a harsh, ugly laugh.
“You?” She looked Dakota up and down, her eyes lingering on the scuffed boots. “You can’t even afford a decent coat. You’re a street rat playing doctor.”
The private physician scrambled to his feet. He pointed his uninjured hand at Dakota.
“She’s a murderer,” he yelled at the head bodyguard. “Throw this lunatic into the ditch before she kills my patient.”
Two bodyguards stepped forward. Their massive hands reached for Dakota’s shoulders.
Dakota’s eyes turned to ice. Her right hand dropped to her waist, fingers curling into a tight fist. Her muscles locked.
On the ground, Audrey convulsed violently. A stream of thick, black blood erupted from her mouth, spilling down her chin and staining the silk dress.
The doctor screamed and jumped back.
“The poison hit her heart,” he yelled, his voice cracking. “She’s gone. Start making the calls.”
Tiffany’s face drained of color. She grabbed handfuls of her own hair.
“If she dies, the Wilder family will slaughter us all,” she shrieked.
Dakota heard the name. Wilder. The most powerful family in the country.
The bodyguards froze, their eyes locked on the black blood. Dakota used their hesitation. She dropped her shoulder and slid past them.
She dropped to one knee beside Audrey. She pressed three fingers against the side of Audrey’s neck, feeling for a pulse. It was weak and chaotic.
Tiffany saw Dakota touching Audrey. She lunged forward, her hands hooking into claws, aiming for the back of Dakota’s jacket.
Dakota didn’t look back. She swung her left arm backward in a sweeping arc. The back of her hand slammed into Tiffany’s waist.
Tiffany stumbled and crashed hard onto the asphalt.
“If you want her to live, shut your mouth,” Dakota commanded. The authority in her voice froze everyone in place.
The bodyguards didn’t move. They stared at the girl, paralyzed.
Tiffany sat on the ground, her chest heaving with rage.
“If she dies while you’re touching her, you’ll pay with your life,” she screamed.
Dakota peeled Audrey’s eyelids back, checking her pupils. She didn’t look at Tiffany.
“And if I bring her back?” Dakota asked.
Tiffany gritted her teeth. “That million dollars is yours.”
Dakota shifted her gaze to the massive diamond necklace resting against Tiffany’s collarbone.
“A million isn’t enough,” Dakota said. “I want the necklace. And I want you to bow and apologize in front of everyone.”
Tiffany gasped. Her hands flew to cover the diamonds. She’d borrowed the piece just to impress the Wilder family.
Audrey’s chest stopped moving entirely. The heart monitor’s beeping grew erratic.
“Fine,” Tiffany screamed, tears spilling down her face. “Deal. But if she’s not awake in five minutes, I’ll have you thrown in a cell forever.”
Dakota’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Deal.”
She turned her full attention back to the dying woman. She reached up to the back of her head. Her fingers found a plain black bobby pin holding her long black hair in place.
She pulled the pin out. Her hair fell in a heavy wave over her shoulders.
Dakota pressed her thumbnail against a hidden groove on the side of the hairpin. A tiny click sounded. The top slid open. Inside lay a row of hair-thin silver needles.
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7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
7.7
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?
9.0
Eleanora arrived at the city's most exclusive club with a custom cake, ready to surprise her boyfriend of six years, Kason, for his birthday.
But when she opened the suite door, she found him pressing her cousin Brielle against the sofa, kissing her passionately.
Brielle splashed red wine over Eleanora's silk dress, mocking her as a passionless dead fish.
"Get out. Don't stand there and ruin my night."
Kason didn't even look guilty as he waved her away like a nuisance.
Fleeing in tears, Eleanora accidentally drank a spiked cocktail and stumbled into a dark penthouse pool.
She was pulled from the water by Horace Reeves—Kason's terrifying, billionaire uncle and the ruthless black sheep of the family.
Drugged and hallucinating, she clung to him and whispered Kason's name.
"Since he didn't want you, I'll be happy to take his place."
That single word triggered a dark, possessive fury in the billionaire as he pinned her to his bed, claiming her completely.
Waking up covered in bruises, she realized her six years of blind loyalty had been a complete joke. She had escaped a cheating boyfriend only to be trapped by the most dangerous predator in Manhattan.
Forced by her mother to attend a family dinner that very night, she was suddenly dragged into a dark VIP room by Horace.
He kissed her brutally against the door, just as Kason and Brielle walked by and pushed it open.
Seeing his uncle pressing his ex-girlfriend against the wall, Kason's jaw went slack in absolute shock.
Horace slowly lifted his head, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked at his nephew.
"Get out."