Reclaimed Fortune
Zara Knight has one goal: destroy the people who murdered her father and stole her family's billion-dollar empire. For eighteen months, she's transformed herself from grieving heiress into a weapon, learning to hack, fight, and infiltrate the criminal network called Project Fortune. Her plan is perfect-until she discovers her new boss, Malachi Sterling, is hunting the same conspiracy.
Malachi built Sterling Security Solutions on control and discipline. He trusts no one, especially not the brilliant analyst with the too-perfect resume who's clearly hiding something. When a client's assassination forces them into an uneasy alliance, he realizes Zara isn't just hiding her identity-she's on a revenge mission that could get them both killed.
To infiltrate Project Fortune's exclusive summit, they pose as an engaged couple. The fake relationship requires proximity neither wants. Malachi's ice-cold control starts cracking around Zara's fire. Zara's revenge-focused heart betrays her with feelings she can't afford. Their chemistry is undeniable, their mutual distrust absolute.
Then Zara discovers the conspiracy's mastermind: Nathaniel Cross, her beloved godfather who murdered her father for revolutionary encryption patents worth billions. Worse-Malachi's own uncle has been the mole inside Sterling Security, forced to betray them to keep Malachi alive.
At the Fortune Summit, with Nathaniel holding his own daughter hostage and federal agents closing in, Zara faces an impossible choice. She came for revenge. She found something far more dangerous: a man who sees past her armour to the woman underneath, who challenges her to choose building over destroying.
But trust is the ultimate vulnerability. And in a world where everyone she loved has betrayed her, trusting Malachi might be the most reckless thing she's ever done.
Reclaimed Fortune: A high-stakes thriller romance where revenge meets redemption, corporate espionage collides with genuine connection, and two damaged people discover that the fortune worth reclaiming isn't money-it's the courage to trust again.
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Chapter 5
Malachi stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes snapped toward me, cold and assessing.
“Is there a problem here, Miss Knight?” Malachi asked, his voice dark and dangerous.
“No, Mr. Sterling,” I said quickly. I grabbed Vanessa's arm, my nails digging ruthlessly into her silk sleeve. “My friend was just leaving.”
Victoria let out a mocking, elegant laugh. “Keep your personal trash off company property, junior.”
I dragged Vanessa through the revolving glass doors and shoved her onto the busy sidewalk. “Do not ever come near me again.”
“You cannot shut me out!” Vanessa dropped her sweet facade. Her face twisted with bitter, venomous jealousy. “Preston is looking for you. He wants you back now that he realizes you actually have talent. You cannot hide from us, Zara!”
I walked away, my hands shaking violently. Preston wanted me back? It made my stomach churn with disgust. I was completely surrounded by enemies, both inside and outside the office walls.
It was 11:00 PM. The drafting floor was completely empty, bathed in the soft glow of the metropolis skyline. I was rubbing my aching lower back, staring at a complex blueprint, when the scent of cedar filled the quiet air.
Malachi placed a hot cup of black tea on my desk.
I jumped, my chair rolling back. “Mr. Sterling.”
“You are the only one left in the building,” he noted. He leaned against my cubicle wall, crossing his arms. The harsh office lighting cast deep shadows over his chiselled face. He looked exhausted, and for the first time since we met, he did not look angry.
“I needed to finish the load-bearing calculations,” I whispered, pulling my blazer tightly across my stomach.
He looked down at the blueprints. His eyes widened slightly. “You solved the eastern cantilever issue. James said it would take a team of senior architects a month to figure this out.”
“I do not give up easily,” I replied.
Malachi looked at me. He really looked at me. He saw the dark circles under my eyes, the frayed edges of my jacket, and the absolute determination in my posture. He realized I was not a gold digger.
“Who are you, Zara Knight?” he murmured. He reached out, his warm thumb gently brushing a smudge of graphite off my cheek.
My breath hitched. The air between us ignited, thick with undeniable, magnetic tension. I looked up into his stormy grey eyes, and for one terrifying, beautiful second, I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him about the baby.
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8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
7.1
He doesn't believe in love.
He believes in ownership.
Lucien Vale built his empire the same way he destroys his enemies-quietly, strategically, without mercy. To the world, he's the youngest billionaire in Europe. To those who cross him, he's something far darker.
They call him The Devil in a Suit.
When struggling art conservator Amara Rossi unknowingly restores a painting tied to one of Lucien's most dangerous secrets, she becomes collateral in a war she never saw coming. To protect her-and control the damage-Lucien does what he does best.
He claims her.
What begins as a contract meant to silence her turns into an obsession neither of them expected. Amara refuses to be owned. Lucien has never been denied.
But behind Lucien's cold precision is a man forged by betrayal, raised in violence, and taught that love is a weakness exploited by enemies. And behind Amara's defiance is a woman who has spent her life surviving powerful men.
Their chemistry is volatile. Their power dynamic intoxicating.
Their connection? Terrifyingly real.
Because the devil doesn't fall in love.
He possesses.
And when Lucien realizes he would burn empires for her, the question isn't whether he can keep Amara-
It's whether she can survive being claimed by him.
9.1
Fame or Revenge.
9.1
"I can't stop myself. You consume me Olivia, all of you!"
Only daughter of powerful business mogul and drug lord, Olivia Murray wants a family of her own. Her world is shaken after she finds her husband-to-be, Asher in bed with one of his employees a week before their wedding. Feeling betrayed, she cancels the entire wedding ceremony against her family's wishes, leaving her father disappointed by the disgrace she's brought to the family. Olivia has a new plan on getting revenge as she meets a mysterious guy who also has a vendetta against Asher. Their worlds become intertwined as they work to bring him down while navigating their attraction to each other. Olivia finds herself falling in love no matter how hard she tries not to. She is torn apart when she finally discovers who this mysterious guy truly is and his mission to take down her entire family. Olivia is left with one choice to make, choosing between her family or the man she's fallen deeply in love with.
Leonard Devine, a skilled undercover agent gets assigned to work on the O'Neill's family's case to expose their illegal dealings with arms and drugs. His mission leads him to the Murray family and the only heir, Olivia. Striking a deal with her under a false identity to help her get revenge on her ex-fiance, Leonard finds himself falling in love with her as they enter a fake marriage. The lines of his mission begin to blur as he becomes entangled in his love affair with Olivia. They must decide whether to trust each other as they navigate the treacherous world of secrets and lies. Will their love stand the test of betrayals? Especially when he finds out he has been played and Olivia isn't who he thought she is.
8.7
BLUR
Aloe reaches her limit in her toxic marriage when she discovers her billionaire husband was cheating on her on their matrimonial bed and wasn't remorseful about it.
Pregnant and desperate to escape her toxic husband, she flees into the arms of his sworn enemy, Blake Matthew. Caught in a war between two old sworn rivalers, Aloe must fight for her life and her child... But now the question is, can she reclaim her future without losing herself to the war between two men who want to destroy each other?
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
9.8
For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch.
Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his mistress-kissing her feet, sharing greasy pizza. His "illness" was a lie, a weapon used only against me.
When I confronted him, he chose her. To protect his reputation, he threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving cancer treatment.
The price for her life? I had to publicly announce I was barren and welcome his mistress and their child into our home.
My six years of sacrifice, my entire life, had been a lie designed to control and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a disposable tool.
The next day, in front of a room full of reporters, he handed me the script for my public humiliation. I tore it to pieces.
Then I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I am here today to announce that my marriage to Jackson York is over."