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Kneel Down to Win Back the Heiress Queen
[Update 4 chapters daily] Nancy Moore grows up indulged and sheltered by the influential Moore family, only to discover one day that she is actually the daughter of the far less notable Liddell family.Her adoptive parents, fearing she will suffer if sent back, support the Liddells discreetly behind the scenes. Not wanting to add to their burden, Nancy quietly slips away to rejoin the Liddells.But the Liddells, arrogant about their noble status, greet her return with scorn. Her birth parents accuse her of lacking the grace of a "real" heiress, unlike their adoptive daughter, Raine Liddell—who's talented and accomplished.They claim, "An heiress needs to pick up all sorts of skills and knowledge. You need to learn from your sister."Later, the Liddells boast about Raine being qualified for the finals of a piano competition, only to spot Nancy on the judges' panel.They are proud of Raine's status as a designer prodigy, and that she dreams of studying under a national treasure, only to find that figure is none other than Nancy.When the Liddells warn Nancy to not fantasize about Raine's fiancé, who's also the heir of the Fuller family, the said heir declares his love for Nancy while holding her lovingly. "When are you going to acknowledge me as your partner, babe?" he asks.Having made discovery after discovery on Nancy's actual identities, the Liddells finally realize that Nancy is the key to their ascension through the elite's ranks. Regret floods them, tears tracing lines down their cheeks as they plead for her to return.But the elite Moore family snaps, "Get lost! From now on, Nancy is only a Moore!"
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?Wrong.One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.Enter him.Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.And now, he’s not letting me go.
From Villain to Icon: I Took Her Down and Glowed Up
I stage a fake kidnapping to test my husband, Ethan Blake. When he chooses to save his first love, Sabrina Lowe, I expose the setup on the spot and kick him out with nothing.The leaked video blows up online. Some say I was ruthless, others call me a savage. But most of them swoon over Ethan and Sabrina's so-called true love.After the divorce, I tell reporters that marriage is just garbage sorting, but a single comment accusing me of killing my own child sparks a tidal wave of online hate.My best friend, Chloe Morgan, calls me a psychopath. I snap back, and she storms off, ending our friendship.Ethan tries to drag me home by force. I fight back with a stun gun, call the police, and fire the head of security for doing nothing—earning myself even worse press.I hit the club, get drunk, and end up in paparazzi shots with headlines screaming about my chaotic personal life.When I return to work, the board suspends me over the negative publicity, and the VPs take turns humiliating me.On my way home, strangers threw paint, eggs, and punches at me, and I shed my first tears since losing my child.Then, Ethan and Sabrina appear. Sabrina livestreams as the fragile victim, even shielding me from a car to polish her saintly image. I'm loaded into an ambulance, mocking her for asking for trouble. I leak Ethan's address to the fangirls who want to marry him, and they harass him.Ethan films a teary apology, playing the devoted man, and climbs to the top of the "Most Eligible Bachelor in the Country" list. I respond by launching a flashy husband-hunt campaign, drawing in male models and rich bachelors.Ethan panics and disguises himself as a food delivery guy, sneaking into the hospital and claiming that Sabrina is dying. Then, he knocks me out and straps me to a cold examination table, planning to force a pregnancy on me. What he doesn't know is that I've activated the hidden camera sewn into my hospital gown. Sabrina walks in, perfectly fine. Together, they beat me, unaware that the whole world is watching this live.
Keep the Baby, Leave the Man
When Andrew Bergman's 99th mistress seeks me out, I'm in the middle of a manicure session. She tosses me an ultrasound report. "You must be Andrew's wife, right? I'm pregnant with his baby, so you'd better divorce him soon." I merely shoot her a glance before pulling out a stack of evidence recording her feats of sleeping around with other men and throwing them in her face. The woman's attitude went through a 180-degree change. She ripped up the report instantly. "I'll cut off all ties with Andrew right away!" I admire my freshly done nails, which are painted sanguine red—just like blood. I did spend eight hours on them, after all. One minute later, I tell the nail tech, "You can get rid of them now." After all, I have a "ferocious battle" in bed tonight. It'll be difficult for me to put my skills to good use if I still have my fake nails on. Ever since I got married to Andrew, I've been either dealing with his mistresses or on my way to dealing with them. I've long since become the biggest laughingstock in the upper crust. Whenever the other socialites see me, they tend to make fun of me by asking me for tips and tricks to discover if their spouses have cheated on them. Honestly speaking, I don't care about Andrew's flings with other women. What I care about is the fact that those women will fight with me for his wealth. Besides, whenever I discover a new mistress, Andrew agrees to fulfill one wish for me unconditionally. This time, I wish to have a child with him.
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