Jilted Heiress Strikes Back

They ruined her face. Stole her child. Now she's back-and nothing will stop her. Five years ago, Raina Carrington lost everything: her beauty, her family, and her newborn baby. Now she's returned-unrecognizable, unbreakable, and with one goal in mind: to find her son and make them pay. But revenge is never simple, especially when it draws the attention of Leif Vexley-the most powerful and dangerous man in the city-who just might hold the key to her child's past. Yet she's not the victim anymore. She's the storm-and she's ready to strike.

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Chapter 2

Meanwhile, at Elaris International Airport Parking Zone – A fleet of matte black vehicles idled in the secluded parking lane. At the center was a heavily modified Rolls-Royce Cullinan, its polished grille and Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament gleaming beneath the terminal lights, flanked by a dozen men in tactical gear. Silent. Alert. Trained.

The rear door clicked open. Sunlight-dimmed by the horizon-glanced off the metal trim and spilled across the man seated inside, gilding his tailored suit in a warm, deceptive glow.

Rael stepped forward, tension radiating from his frame. "We underestimated her, sir. The intel was weak-we only had a single rear-view image to go off. She vanished into the crowd before we could close in."

An oppressive pause followed.

Orion. A ghost in the medical world. Whispers of her brilliance had surfaced only months ago. Rael had spent a small fortune securing even a partial photograph.

Last week, encrypted chatter hinted at her return to Estravia. Knowing the young little master's condition was deteriorating, Leif Vexley had acted swiftly-deploying assets across the airport. Still, she'd slipped right past.

Inside the car, Leif Vexley sat with regal stillness. His face was half-shrouded by the vehicle's shadows. One hand rested lightly on a digital slate, fingers tapping with cold precision.

On that hand, a single silver ring gleamed-its surface catching the low light with an almost hypnotic flicker.

Finally, his voice cut through the silence. Calm. Precise. Dangerous.

"Find her. I don't care what it takes."

Rael straightened. "Understood. There's something else-the young master's vitals dropped again last night."

Leif tilted his head, unmoved. "Noted."

"And... the Hale Group heir's engagement party is being held tonight."

Leif lit a cigarette, the lighter's flare briefly illuminating the contours of his face. Smoke coiled around him like mist over a blade.

"Do I look like I give a damn about the Hale family's celebrations?"

"No, sir. Of course not."

"Take us back." Rael turned to signal the driver-but his earpiece crackled.

"Wait," he said, eyes flicking to his tablet. "New update-Orion's name is on the Hale banquet guest list."

Leif exhaled a thin stream of smoke, his eyes narrowing. "Then we're going to the banquet."

"Right away, sir."

Without fanfare, the convoy peeled away from the curb and rolled into the night.

...

In Elaris, at the Diamond Palace Hotel, part of the Vexley Group.

Raina stepped into the presidential suite on the top floor and quickly tidied up her luggage.

Not long after, her half-sister Mireille Carrington called.

"Raina, you ugly hag! How dare you stand up Jasper and make him waste a trip? You really have no shame!" Mireille's voice was sharp and full of scorn.

Raina lowered her gaze, expression calm and unreadable.

This so-called sister had spent only a few months with her while pregnant-a total fake. Pretending to care, but secretly setting traps, and putting on an angelic act in front of Fenris Carrington. Disgusting.

Mireille asked Jasper to pick her up just to let him see how ugly she really was and humiliate her.

"Well... I don't have time to waste with you. You want your mother's rundown company back, right? Tonight, in the grand hall of Diamond Palace Hotel, Jasper and I will be waiting for you. We're holding your breakup ceremony," Mireille sneered.

"Raina, if you don't show, you'll never get that company back!"

Raina had come back for two reasons: to find her missing son, and to reclaim her mother's company.

Back then, Fenris was in control, but he was an empty suit-no business sense at all. After years of mismanagement, the company was on the brink of collapse.

Still, it was her mother's legacy, and Raina wouldn't let it fall apart.

Her voice held a hint of mockery: "Aren't you afraid that when Jasper sees me, he might change his mind about the breakup?"

Mireille scoffed. "You? Raina, do you still think you're the stunning Carringtons beauty of old? Take a good look in the mirror-you're nothing but a worthless rag now!"

"Oh, and by the way, today's my birthday. Jasper will personally celebrate with me. Raina, just sit back and watch the show!"

She emphasized "personally," clearly flaunting, then hung up arrogantly.

After Raina was sent abroad, Mireille had used some unknown tricks to completely captivate Jasper. Now that the Hale family finally agreed, Mireille was about to marry in.

She wanted everyone to know: only she was the true daughter of the Carrington family.

Only she deserved the title of Elaris' top socialite!

...

About half an hour later, at the Diamond Palace Hotel.

It was Mireille's birthday party, decorated like a dream-pristine white carpets, artificial clouds floating midair, and red rose petals scattered everywhere.

In front of a musical fountain, Mireille wore a pure white gown and diamond-studded heels, looking like a stunning princess from a fairy tale.

Jasper stood beside her in a flashy green suit-his usual tacky style making him look even more ostentatious.

"Mr. Hale and Miss Carrington truly are a perfect match," the guests praised. "I heard Miss Carrington is a medical genius who invented a new drug causing a huge stir!"

"With that, she's truly the perfect white-collar beauty!"

Enjoying the compliments, Mireille held her head high, a proud and elegant smile on her flawless face.

In truth, her "new drug" hadn't passed official trials yet; she had just stirred up some media hype. But Mireille had no intention of exposing the lie herself.

Now, she was the Carrington family's heiress, Jasper was hers, and everything that had once belonged to Raina was hers too.

Smiling politely while chatting with the crowd, Mireille kept glancing past them toward the entrance of the grand hall.

By her estimate, Raina should be arriving soon.

At the hotel entrance meanwhile,

Raina got out of the car. On the giant LED screen of the opposite building, the latest citywide financial news played.

"...Reports say the second young master of the Vexley Group crashed his car speeding at midnight and is currently unconscious. The head of Vexley Group, Leif Vexley, personally denies these rumors..."

Raina instinctively glanced at the screen. A photo of Leif Vexley appeared.

The man was dressed in pure black formalwear. His stunningly handsome face was calm and unreadable. Behind the glasses, his deep eyes looked down on the world like a god.

Strangely...

Though she had never met this man before, Raina felt an odd sense of familiarity.

Shaking her head, she stepped toward the hotel entrance.

She wore loose, casual clothes and tied her long hair into a neat ponytail. A black mask covered her face-an old habit from when she was disfigured. Even though her scars had healed, she still wore it.

Just as she was about to enter, a small chubby child suddenly rushed up and hugged her leg tightly.

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Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! "Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?" Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles. Fuck! His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent tremor shot through my whole body. A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian." I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came. Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch. I cursed myself in my mind. He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad. "This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me." Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh God. His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch. And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey. He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force. That rhythm. Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth. "Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?" He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts. "Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?" My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him. A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat. "Good. so good." My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason. I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart. He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came. He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts. He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention. His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey. Fuck! My hips jerked upward without control. My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole. "I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian." -- I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-

Action Romance Werewolf

7.7

Betrayed By Blood: The True Heir's Revenge

7.7

I thought being rescued from the kidnapper's basement after eight years was the end of my hell, but it was just the beginning. My father, the powerful Underboss Derek McCall, looked at my twelve-year-old face and saw only the monster who had held us captive. He was convinced I was the byproduct of his wife's assault, calling me "pollution" in his pristine bloodline. Life at the estate was a nightmare. I was forced to scrub floors while his stepdaughter, Kylie, lived like a princess. When I was starving, Derek caught me eating from the garbage and mocked me. When Kylie ordered a Doberman to maul me, tearing my leg apart on the manicured lawn, he just watched and told the guards to stitch me up without anesthesia. Yet, when he was dying from a gunshot wound and the hospital was out of blood, I was the one who stepped up. I gave two pints of my blood to save him, hoping he would finally see me. He didn't. The moment he was stable, his mother kicked me out of the house, handing me over to social services like unwanted trash. They didn't realize until the car drove away that the medical file on the table held a secret. My blood wasn't dirty. The DNA was a 99.9% match. I wasn't the kidnapper's child. I was his. When they finally came begging for forgiveness years later, I didn't offer a hug. I handed them an eviction notice.

Action Modern Mystery

9.2

Bound By Blood, Torn By Desire

9.2

In the ancient kingdom of Eryndor, beauty is power - and love is the deadliest weapon of all. Selene Valaris, the crowned queen, rules with grace and cunning, hiding the forbidden affair that could destroy her reign. Her sister, Lyra, born in her shadow, hungers for both the throne and the man who has captured Selene's heart. When the enigmatic Lord Kael Draven arrives at court, his silver tongue and dark allure twist their fates together. Secrets unravel, loyalties break, and the line between love and betrayal blurs until blood and desire become one. As passion ignites and kingdoms tremble, the sisters must decide: will they destroy each other for love, or rise together to burn the world that seeks to control them?

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Eighteen Broken Promises, One Way Out

9.1

He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times. Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her. I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her. Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online. That was when I stopped feeling anything. I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London. He thinks I’m coming back in a week. He has no idea I’m gone for good. Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.

Action Modern

7.8

From Prison Cell To Billionaire's Target

7.8

The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend. I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken. As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut. My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath. I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart. How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie? After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.5

His Silenced Luna

9.5

Smoke and silence rule the ruins of the Mantle pack. Lyra, once a fierce warrior-wakes shackled and ritual-silenced, her wolf buried but not dead, a living emblem of everything Lucius, the cruel Alpha of Onyx Crest, used to cement his power. Brian, the heir raised to obey, is taught to deny the bond he never wanted; one whispered word from Lyra cracks that obedience and sparks a secret, dangerous connection. As their flickering bond strengthens, Lyra's wolf claws back to life and Brian's loyalties split, igniting a rebellion against a family built on sacrifice and fear. When Asher seizes the crest and brands them fugitives, what begins as escape becomes a fight for more than revenge-it's a war to remake the packs into something kinder and just, and to claim a throne built on unity rather than domination.

Action Romance Werewolf

Jilted Heiress Strikes Back

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