Too Late For Regret: His Secret Heir

Five years ago, Grace made a devastating deal to save her fiancé, Jake, from federal prison. She publicly dumped him, threw her Cartier engagement ring at his chest, and pretended to be a heartless gold digger who abandoned him for money. Now, Jake had returned as a ruthless tech billionaire, and his first act was buying the very hotel where Grace worked as a struggling maid. He didn't know she had secretly given birth to his son, Cody, who was currently fighting for his life in the pediatric ICU. Driven by a dark, obsessive hatred, Jake made her life a living hell. He forced her to clean up shattered glass with her bare hands and crushed her fingers under his expensive leather shoe. When Grace desperately begged him for three million dollars to pay for her son's life-saving treatment, Jake mistook it as a plea to save her new lover. "You want the money? Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the desk like a dog." Grace swallowed her shattered dignity, dropped to her knees, and crawled across the floor as he poured red wine over her head. She endured the agonizing humiliation, unable to understand how the man who used to kiss her forehead every morning had become a sadistic monster. Clutching the check, Grace walked out of his penthouse. But with the hospital pressing for answers, she knew the secret couldn't stay buried forever. What would Jake do when he finally discovered the "lover" he just humiliated her to save was actually his own dying son?

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The wheels of the heavy laundry cart squeaked as Grace pushed it down the long hotel hallway.

Her arms ached. Her uniform was still damp from yesterday's champagne.

"Oh, God. What is that smell?"

Grace stopped the cart.

Blythe stood in the middle of the hallway. She wore a pristine white Chanel suit. Three other wealthy women stood behind her, laughing.

Blythe was Jake's fiancé.

"It smells like a literal slum," Blythe said loudly, waving her hand in front of her nose. She glared at Grace.

Grace lowered her eyes. She gripped the handle of the cart and tried to push it past them against the wall.

Blythe stepped sideways, blocking her again.

"Did I say you could move?" Blythe snapped.

She reached out and shoved the top of the laundry cart with both hands.

The heavy cart tipped over. It crashed onto the floor. Dozens of freshly washed, pure white towels spilled out, scattering across the dusty hallway carpet.

One of Blythe's friends giggled. She stepped forward and dragged the sharp heel of her stiletto directly across a clean towel, leaving a black dirt mark.

Grace felt a hot spike of anger in her chest.

She took a deep breath, forcing her heart rate down. She looked up at Blythe.

"Please move," Grace said evenly. "I have to finish my job."

Blythe's eyes widened in outrage. "How dare you look at me like that?"

Blythe raised her hand and slapped Grace across the face.

The sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot.

Grace's head snapped to the side. Her cheek instantly burned. A red handprint swelled on her pale skin.

She didn't cry. She slowly turned her head back. She stared directly into Blythe's eyes. Her gaze was completely dead.

Blythe took a step back, suddenly intimidated by the absolute emptiness in Grace's eyes. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. She raised her hand to strike again.

"What is going on here?"

Jake's voice froze the air in the hallway.

He walked out of the elevator. His dark eyes instantly locked onto the bright red mark on Grace's cheek.

Blythe dropped her hand. Her face morphed into a mask of pure victimhood. She ran to Jake and grabbed his arm.

"Jake, honey," Blythe whined. "This disgusting maid tried to run over my feet with her cart. She ruined my shoes."

Jake looked down at Blythe's hands on his jacket. He felt a wave of physical revulsion.

He yanked his arm away. He brushed the fabric of his sleeve as if she had left a disease on it.

Grace watched him. A tiny, pathetic spark of hope flared in her chest. Maybe he would see the truth. Maybe he would stop this.

Jake looked at the dirty towels on the floor. Then he looked at Grace.

"This hotel does not pay you to stand around," Jake said coldly.

He pointed to the towel with the black shoe print.

"Get on the floor," Jake ordered, his voice dropping to a vicious, venomous register. "Lick the dirt off that towel. Now."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. For a fraction of a second, a flicker of shock crossed his own dark eyes as the sheer malice of his command hung in the air. He tasted the bile of his own cruelty.

Grace's mouth fell open. The spark of hope died, turning to cold ash in her lungs.

Blythe and her friends erupted into loud, cruel laughter.

Grace's hands shook. She looked at the filthy carpet. If she got fired, Cody wouldn't get his medication next week.

She slowly bent her knees. She lowered herself toward the floor.

Jake watched her knees hit the carpet.

A sudden, sharp pain stabbed him directly in the center of his chest. He couldn't breathe. Seeing her actually submit, seeing her break herself for a job, made his blood boil with a rage he couldn't control. The realization that he was acting like a deranged, sadistic monster over a woman who had betrayed him made him physically sick.

Before Grace could lean forward, Jake spun around.

He kicked the heavy metal trash can against the wall with all his strength.

BANG.

The metal dented. The loud noise made everyone jump. Grace flinched, pulling her hands back to her chest.

Jake ripped his tie loose. He was suffocating.

"Get out," Jake snarled, glaring at Grace. "Get out of my sight before I fire you."

Grace scrambled to her feet. She grabbed the handle of the empty cart and ran down the hallway, her breathing ragged and panicked.

Jake stared at the empty corner where she disappeared. His chest heaved. His knuckles were white.

Blythe smiled and reached for his arm again. "Jake-"

Jake turned his head. He gave her a look so violently dark that Blythe froze in terror.

"Do not ever cause a scene in my hotel again," Jake whispered dangerously.

He turned his back on her and walked into his penthouse suite, slamming the door behind him.

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For three years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar tech empire to live in a cramped apartment and support my boyfriend, Ben. But the day before our engagement, I stood outside a meeting room and overheard him talking to his wealthy boss, Haylie. "She's just a stepping stone," Ben laughed, his voice full of contempt. "A poor, ambitionless distraction while I work my way up to where I really belong." He mocked the cheap silver ring he gave me, calling it a necessary prop to keep a naive fool happy. He bragged about the multi-million dollar merger proposal he was presenting, planning to use it to secure his promotion and build a future with her. He had no idea that I had secretly negotiated that entire deal using my real connections just to give him his big break. I had sacrificed my family's comfort, my true identity, and my own career just to watch him rise. I poured my heart and soul into our humble beginnings, only to realize he saw my love as a pathetic joke and me as disposable trash. I calmly picked up a pen and voided the merger agreement, tearing my hard work into tiny pieces. I went home, slid the cheap ring off my finger, and dropped it into his mug of cold coffee. "Soon, you'll find out exactly who is nothing." Walking out the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my billionaire father. "I'm in. Announce the merger."

Action Billionaire Modern

9.4

Claimed By My Possessive Billionaire Alpha Boss

9.4

As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan. That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura. The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop. But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake. Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze. "You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

7.6

His Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir

7.6

To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma. But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust. Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up. But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage. "If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you." Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder. Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian. Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air. "Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water." Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster. But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

Signed The Papers: Watch Me Shine Now

7.1

For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart. Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig. He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce. His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement. He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash. Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage. I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion. Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up. He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions. Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line. "I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more." Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

Substitute Fiancée: Unmasking My Ugly Wife

7.1

To survive a forced one-year marriage contract with the ultra-wealthy Chavez family, Averi Marsh disguised herself as a pathetic, ugly duckling. She caked her flawless skin in muddy yellow foundation, wore thick glasses, and played the part of a trembling, uneducated orphan. The entire family treated her like literal garbage. The youngest brother publicly swore he would rather cut off his own hand than marry a piece of trailer park trash. Her nominal fiancé, Clarke, looked at her with cold disdain, allowing his glamorous companion to humiliate Averi by forcing her into a neon pink clown dress. At a high-society party, a socialite shoved her into an infinity pool, laughing as the heavy fabric dragged her to the bottom. They all wanted to see the poor girl broken, humiliated, and driven out of their pristine world. What they didn't know was that beneath the hideous sweaters was a breathtaking, lethal predator. They had no idea she was 'Spectre', the undefeated underground racing god who had just humiliated the arrogant Clarke on the track. They didn't know she could shatter a bully's wrist in seconds or bankrupt their wealthy friends with a single text message. But when the chlorinated pool water washed away her ugly makeup, the family's ambitious second son caught a glimpse of her true, flawless face. The game of hide-and-seek was officially over. The Chavez family thought they were torturing a helpless sheep, but they were about to realize they had locked themselves in a cage with a wolf.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

7.4

I opened the door to my penthouse, only to see my stepsister's limited-edition Louboutins discarded on the foyer rug. Walking into the master bedroom, I caught my fiancé and my stepsister tangled naked in my bed. When I went back to the family estate to settle the score, my father didn't even care. Instead, he and my stepmother demanded I take my stepsister's place to save the family's reputation. "You will marry the seventy-year-old billionaire next month. We can't ruin your sister's life," my father ordered. Looking at their hypocritical faces, the last shred of my family affection died completely. They really thought I would just accept being their sacrificial pawn while they stole my mother's legacy. So, I pinned them down with a blackmail video of the affair, extorted my father for my shares, and walked out into the freezing night. To numb the betrayal, I went to an underground club, slept with a terrifyingly powerful stranger, and left a red lipstick note on his forehead. "Your technique sucks. Keep the change." Then, I vanished abroad without a trace. Five years later, I returned to New York with my three children, ready to take back everything that was mine. But I didn't expect that the "cheap gigolo" from that night was actually Kendall James, the most ruthless corporate titan in the city. And he had just spotted my five-year-old son—his exact miniature replica—standing right beside me.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

Too Late For Regret: His Secret Heir

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