He Return of the Discarded Heiress

For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure. Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in. The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her." They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars. I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm. They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out. I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.

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"Katharina." Preston's voice was a low snap as he caught sight of Ainsley descending.

Everyone looked up.

The first thing anyone noticed was the face. Striking. Unapologetic. She wore a simple pale blue t-shirt under an unbuttoned red-and-white striped shirt, the tails tied carelessly at her waist above denim shorts that showed off legs long and pale.

The Thomases all had fair skin. Ainsley's was paler still, almost translucent. It made her eyes-dark, depthless, unreadable-seem even more stark. Every time Preston looked at her, he felt an unbridgeable distance.

Never truly one of us, he thought.

"Ainsley." He pressed his lips together, looked away. His tone was gentler than the rest of the family's. After all, they'd raised her for over a decade. "You packed?"

She reached the bottom of the stairs, the single, light bag a stark contrast to the piles of luggage that usually accompanied their family trips. "Yeah."

Katharina finally saw her. The malicious curiosity vanished, replaced by a mask of wide-eyed, innocent concern. "Oh! Ainsley. I didn't see you there."

Ainsley didn't even grant her a glance. She stepped straight past her.

Ignored publicly. Katharina's lips pressed together in practiced resentment, her long lashes falling as she put on a wounded expression. Her pale face looked even more bloodless, fragile as a white flower swaying in the wind.

Meredith's scowl was immediate. Eleanor's cane slammed against the floor. "Katharina is speaking to you. Are you deaf?"

Katharina instantly looped her arm through her grandmother's, lifting her head to shake it weakly, biting her lip as if defending Ainsley. "Grandmother, please. It's fine. Sister's just upset. It doesn't bother me."

The performance was flawless.

Eleanor's gaze, when it landed on Ainsley, was pure venom. Every line of the old woman's face spelled contempt. "Just as I thought. No Thomas by blood. Raised her for over sixteen years, and she still can't shake that low, petty nature."

"Mother." Preston's voice was a weary plea.

He stepped before Ainsley and pulled out a bank card with practiced magnanimity. "There's a couple thousand on here."

He sighed and pressed it into her hand. The gesture of a man who wanted to believe he was being generous. "Take it. For when you get to your new home. Buy yourself some things. Clothes. Maybe for school."

Preston was always cautious. The Thomases had just secured a major government development project. A critical moment. He wanted no trouble, no loose ends.

Ainsley was a senior. Sent off to some small town now, she would never get into a decent university.

Her life, as far as he was concerned, was effectively over.

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After giving birth to a daughter, my husband secretly swapped her for a mistress's son to secure his family inheritance. I spent years raising a child that wasn't mine, unaware of the cruel betrayal. Once the truth surfaces, my devotion turns into a cold, calculated quest for vengeance. I will dismantle his billionaire empire and reclaim the life he stole. He wanted a legacy, but I will ensure he loses everything he ever built.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Chasing His Ex-wife

8.8

After three years of a hollow marriage, Jane decides she has had enough of her husband Drake’s coldness and his lingering feelings for his first love. She chooses to leave, seeking a fresh start away from the billionaire’s shadow. However, her departure triggers an unexpected change in Drake. Realizing the depth of his loss, he begins a desperate pursuit to reclaim the woman he once ignored, hoping to prove his devotion and win her back.

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9.7

He wants her back: The billionaire's leading lady

9.7

"He tried so hard to replicate the real thing, it's impressive...well I'm back now, and your services are no longer needed." Myra knows this is the end of her and Pierce, seeing the girl who looks strikingly similar to her holding his arms in the hospital. No amount of hoping she can win him over, and living in a world of delusion can make the multi billionaire CEO, Pierce Blackwood hers. To him, she's just a stand-in after all. When Pierce's 'true love', Tami, returns, Myra knows it's time to step away. There's no need to humiliate herself anymore when the man she loves clearly has his attention on someone else. Determined to reclaim her dignity, Myra breaks up with Pierce, blocks his number, and decides to leave the past behind. But just when she thinks she's free, Pierce corners her once again, unwilling to let go. "Are you done with this tantrum? Now come home with me."

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9.6

I Signed the Divorce Papers and Married His Rival

9.6

After years of enduring a cold, loveless marriage, Seraphina finally signs the divorce papers to reclaim her freedom. Her ex-husband assumes she will crawl back, but he is stunned when she captures the heart of his most formidable business rival. As she navigates this high-stakes romance with a powerful billionaire, Seraphina finds the passion she was always denied. Now, she must balance her newfound happiness with the drama of her past life.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Inferno Heiress: Freed From Hell To Reclaim My Empire

9.4

Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death. Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold. The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return. Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her. Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her. Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece. When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch." Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision. Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours." Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first." High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first. The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.

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8.9

My Husband Killed Our Baby to Save His Mistress

8.9

On the day she was set to give birth, a tragic choice shattered a woman's life. Her billionaire husband prioritized his mistress's safety over their own child, leading to the baby's death. Now, consumed by the agonizing loss of her newborn, she is driven by a singular, cold purpose. No longer the devoted wife, she embarks on a calculated path of vengeance to destroy the man who betrayed her and make him pay for the life he callously discarded.

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