ISABELLA
/1/128979/coverbig.jpg?v=5bf4e279145ddbf553c5a9ad20bbd40e)
The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress
For eighteen years, I was the Tucker family's adopted punching bag, while their biological daughter, Jessica, was treated like royalty. The moment I graduated college, they kicked me out. Brenda Tucker sneered, calling me a jinx who was bankrupting their company. But I knew the truth. They were erasing me to ensure I wouldn't ruin Jessica's chances of seducing Beckett Sinclair, a billionaire hockey heir, at an upcoming high-society banquet. She threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at my feet like I was a beggar, ordering me to never claim I knew them. My adoptive father, who had ruined his own company with terrible investments, actually grabbed my arm and demanded I beg the Sinclairs for a bailout on my way out. When I refused, they cursed me, screaming that I was destined to rot in some backwater town forever. I walked into the cold New York night with my two scuffed suitcases, feeling completely hollow. I thought I was just a discarded orphan, thrown away by the only family I had ever known. But then, an older man pulled up to the corner. He handed me a faded photograph of a woman who looked exactly like me. "Miss Chloe, I am here to take you home." That was how I found out I wasn't an abandoned orphan. I was maliciously switched at birth, and my real parents-the billionaire owners of the New York Monarchs-had been searching for me for twenty-two years.
Chapter 1
Chloe POV:
"Get out of this house, Chloe! As of today, the Tucker family has no ungrateful wretch of a daughter like you!"
Brenda Tucker—the woman who had lorded over my existence for twenty-two years—shrieked across the tiled entrance hall of the suburban estate. She stood beneath the polished brass chandelier, pointing a trembling, manicured finger toward the heavy wooden double doors.
"Twenty—two years ago, Robert and I must have been out of our minds to claim you as our own flesh and blood!" Brenda sneered, her chest heaving against her silk blouse, her voice trembling with frantic, superstitious rage. "We gave you our name, fed you, and kept you in plain sight to avoid any questions! And what did your bad luck bring us in return? The exact week our company faces federal audits and bankruptcy, you stand there completely indifferent! You were born a walking jinx, a curse on this family! Now that you're an adult, I don't have to pretend to be your mother for the authorities anymore. Get out!"
I stood in the center of the hall, flanked by two worn canvas duffel bags containing the few garments I owned.
I didn't blink. I didn't flinch.
My nominal father, Robert Tucker, had just lost forty million dollars to his own reckless, illicit offshore gambles. But in the Tucker household, self—reflection did not exist. It was always far more convenient for Brenda to blame the eldest daughter they had so "generously" raised.
They thought I had endured their psychological abuse all these years out of helpless gratitude.
They had no idea that I had stayed by choice.
To the outside world, the Tuckers fiercely maintained I was their biological eldest daughter—a calculated public facade to keep anyone from questioning the true origins of my birth. But behind closed doors, I was their unpaid servant, forced to scrub floors and eat cold leftovers while their younger daughter, Jessica, played high society.
Two years ago, while repairing the corrupted firmware on Robert's study server, I cracked a hidden partition containing a fire—damaged Manhattan maternity intake manifest. The names were blurred, but my infant code pointed to a dark, deliberate anomaly in my birth records. That was the day I realized my entire life in this house was built on a lie, and that Robert Tucker was desperately concealing where I truly came from.
For two years, I stayed in this cage, quietly hunting for the missing pieces of my true bloodline while securing a full—ride scholarship to medical school—stripping my "parents" of any financial leverage over me.
Now, my medical degree was in hand, and my digital scrapers had finally picked up a faint, encrypted signal pointing toward the state's most secure DNA archives.
The measured click of stilettos drifted down the curved staircase as Jessica Tucker—my younger sister and the spoiled darling of the household—glided into the foyer.
She looked like the picture of untouched privilege in a bespoke rose-gold silk gown paired with pearl drops hanging from her ears. In her hands, she held a dark blue, embossed leather binder.
"Thank you so much for the folder, Chloe," Jessica whispered, her voice dripping with condescension as she stepped down the final marble riser. "The general manager of the New York Monarchs went wild over the clinical projections. He swore to introduce me directly to Beckett Sinclair tonight because of my brilliant medical mind."
On the cover of that blue leather binder—the culmination of three months of my grueling labor titled Advanced Neural Therapy for Sports Injuries—my name had been meticulously scraped away with a razor.
Stamped across the leather in fresh gold leaf was a single name: Jessica Tucker.
Jessica tossed her salon—sculpted blonde waves with cruel amusement. "Face it, Chloe—you are nothing but a drudge who spent her life cleaning up after me. You could never even breathe the same air as Beckett Sinclair. But in my hands? Tonight, this research paper makes me his bride. You should fall to your knees and thank me for letting your pathetic little scribbles finally serve a high-born purpose."
Brenda stepped up beside her daughter, her gaze softening into adoration as she smoothed Jessica's collar. "Don't waste your breath on this ungrateful child, Jessica. A man of Beckett Sinclair's pedigree was carved out for a high-born jewel like you."
Then, Brenda's eyes dropped to the canvas bag slung over my shoulder, her expression twisting from cold disdain into greedy suspicion. "What's in that bag? Hand over your purse."
Brenda lunged forward, ripping the canvas bag from my shoulder and unzipping it violently. Her fingers tore through my notebooks until she fished out my green debit card.
"A debit card?" Brenda sneered, holding the plastic card up to the light with a vicious cackle. "The earnings from your little hospital shifts, no doubt! You think you can walk out of my house with money tucked away in secret? Every single cent you managed to scrape together belongs to us as compensation before you cross that threshold!"
She slid my card into her designer clutch, triumphant and gleeful.
I watched her in silence, letting a ghost of a smile touch the inside of my lips.
I hadn't forgotten to empty that account. I had left that exact sum sitting there on purpose—a tiny crumb tossed to a pair of starving rats to feed their greed right until the end. My real wealth, secured behind impenetrable offshore cryptographic trusts, was something Brenda Tucker could never fathom.
Suddenly, a secure, high-priority notification broke through my phone screen:
[Medical Licensure Registry: DNA Match Verified (99.99%). Family Escort Dispatched. Stand by.]
My pulse thudded against my ribs. The state's most secure DNA archives had finally processed my license credentials.
Robert stepped out from his study, his designer tie loosened, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. His hands shook as he adjusted his watch, his phone buzzing incessantly in his palm with urgent alerts from his bankers.
"Stop screeching, Brenda," Robert muttered hoarsely, his face pale as chalk. "The styling convoy is waiting outside. Just get her out. Now."
I knelt down to secure the side pouch of my duffel bag. As I pulled the zipper, a small, heavy leather pouch slipped from my inner jacket pocket, rolling across the floor until it bumped gently against Jessica's heel.
It was the solitary relic left to me by my late mentor—the master who had taken me under his wing during my darkest years in this house and taught me the forbidden arts of neural manipulation.
Jessica's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Ugh! What is that trash?!"
Before I could reach forward, Jessica lifted her silver heel and brought it down hard right across the leather pouch, twisting the metal tip into the worn surface.
"Trash belongs under my stilettos, Chloe," Jessica giggled. "Right where you've been for twenty-two years."
A cold silence dropped over my consciousness.
I looked up. The temperature in my eyes was so utterly devoid of warmth that Jessica's smirk instantly froze. Her breath caught, and an involuntary shudder ran down her spine as she took a panicked step backward.
I reached out, shoved her shoe aside with unyielding force, and lifted the leather pouch from the floor. My thumb pressed firmly through the snap fastening, checking the interior.
The antique silver casing and my mentor's six silver acupuncture needles inside were completely intact. The intricate family crest etched into the metal case—a mark of his legacy—gleamed faintly under the foyer lights.
I wiped the dust from the pouch, slid it securely into the reinforced breast pocket of my coat directly over my heart, and rose to my full height.
Brenda pointed toward the open night. "Now get out! If you ever breathe a word against the Tucker name to a living soul, we will call the precinct and report you for grand larceny!"
I met Brenda's eyes, then shifted my gaze to Jessica's pale face.
A calm, razor—sharp smile touched my lips.
"Keep the card, Brenda. Keep my research paper, Jessica," I said, my voice smooth and carrying the quiet weight of a prophecy. "But remember this: everything you have stolen from me will turn into lethal poison the second you try to swallow it."
I swung my duffel bags over my shoulders, the weight of them feeling lighter than air.
"Have a wonderful evening at the Sinclair Centennial Gala, Jessica," I added calmly. "I truly hope Beckett Sinclair gives you every single thing you have earned."
I turned on my heel, pushed past the heavy wooden doors, and stepped out into the dark, rain-swept night.
/0/22746/coverbig.jpg?v=55854cca3e703a7b553a05927863d08e)
Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste
Ashley Grey knows better than to get involved with her bestfriend that's in a relationship. She has been keeping her feelings for him a secret for years. Until one day they are dared to kiss each other. Then everything is flipped between them. Stolen kisses, touches and a whole lot of tension. These two go on a journey that will either drift them apart or pull them even closer. " I can't be your friend Ley when I know how you taste."
/0/18330/coverbig.jpg?v=65aa18fafaed1e822de0ddfc692c699b)
The Best Friend's Contract
Aidan, a billionaire and CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. His extremely good-looks and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty but his mother keeps on setting him with unwanted dates, leaving him frustrated. Kenna, Aidan's best friend, is a doctor who has never found the right time for love. She has always been busy with work to an extent that she forgets about her own personal life. Both of them has always been close ever since they were kids, after a single incident that happened, instantly making them inseparable. As they grew older, things began to change yet best friends are forever . . . no matter the circumstances. What happens when Aidan sets up a contract and wants Kenna to be a part of it?
/0/91435/coverbig.jpg?v=2def01ac87bf4cc2ede04073d9c9ce5c)
From Underworld to Crown
My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful. His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video. In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married." Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family." I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned." "Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group."
/0/96395/coverbig.jpg?v=d2511412ee7b6969545a5a8a7f5ebff7)
Betrayed Bride, Mafia Princess Rises
At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family—a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.
/1/102348/coverbig.jpg?v=5da337227e447b39505f5557eae221b6)
His Billions Can't Buy Her Forgiveness Now
The scissors made a sickening crunch as I severed the long hair Marcus worshipped. For three years, I had been his "silk anchor," the hidden woman who grounded him while he conquered New York. But as the dark strands hit the porcelain sink, my phone lit up with a news alert that shattered my world. *Thorne Enterprises CEO Marcus Thorne and Isabella Vance announce engagement.* While I was waiting for his call, he was sliding a massive diamond onto another woman's finger. At the gala that night, I was forced to watch them. Izzy leaned across the table, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. "You look exhausted, Olivia. Especially now that you're... alone." Marcus didn't defend me. He didn't even look at me. He just swirled his scotch and told me to focus on the merger data, dismissing me like an inconvenient employee rather than the woman he swore to protect. He thought I was a pragmatist. He thought I would stay in the shadows, accepting the scraps of his affection while he married for power. He was wrong. I went home and packed my life into a single suitcase. I took the river rock he had carved for me—the one he called his anchor—and left it on the empty easel with a note in black marker. *You were my rock. Now you’re just a stone.* By the time he realized his mistake and came pounding on my door, I was already gone, flying toward a new life in Montana where he couldn't reach me.
/1/106756/coverbig.jpg?v=97365198d2e42e4794a57a69368cfbf7)
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.
/1/130871/coverbig.jpg?v=8c6e5c541868c3161346cd715683b872)
His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen
For three years, I played the perfect wife to Fitzgerald David, raising his "orphaned" nephew and building the core technology for his billion-dollar sports empire from scratch. But when my adoptive mother was dying of leukemia and needed a $200,000 bone marrow transplant, he coldly refused to release my own legally earned bonus. Instead, he routed my entire payout to his mistress, Kristi, so she could parade around taking full credit for my patents. When I rushed home to beg him for the money, I found Kristi wearing his family's heirloom diamonds. Their spoiled son was in the courtyard, laughing as he beat my bleeding rescue dog with a heavy brass buckle. Fitzgerald didn't even flinch at the cruelty. "Get on your knees and apologize to Kristi and my son," he demanded. He even threatened to freeze my mother's medical funds so she would die, leaving me completely dependent on the David family. That's when I overheard his private conversation and the sickening truth finally clicked. The boy wasn't his nephew. He was his illegitimate son with Kristi. My marriage was nothing but a calculated PR shield to protect his mistress's reputation while they drained my intellect and treated me like a captive slave. They thought I was trapped, assuming I'd swallow the humiliation to save my mother's life. But they didn't know Fitzgerald had just arrogantly blindly batch-signed his daily executive paperwork. Sitting right at the top of that stack was my unconditional release and non-compete waiver. I calmly saved the audio recording of his paternity fraud, walked out into the blizzard, and accepted a five-million-dollar VP position from his biggest corporate rival.
/1/131387/coverbig.jpg?v=b84f4acdae22cdb01e26f73b634eac19)
You Killed My Love, Now Beg For It
For three years, Isabella was Adrian's wife only in bed. She thought her devotion could thaw even the iciest heart. What she got back was years of neglect. She learned she was pregnant just as his first love announced her own baby-and their wedding. Devastated, Isabella hid her belly, signed the papers, and tried to leave. But he shredded them. "Even dead, you're mine!" Then she died. For five years, he hid in his empty mansion, weeping at her grave. Five years later, she returned as an underworld princess, with a loyal protector and a clever young son. Adrian broke down and fell to his knees. "Take my life. Just love me once more." She retorted icily, "The dead have no heart left to give."
/0/40910/coverbig.jpg?v=20260519085212)
ISABELLA
The book is about a beautiful girl called Isabella. Isabella was is the queen of the land. Incomparable beauty.
/0/72348/coverbig.jpg?v=915e3f041f0cce8fd372f647cc5eb375)
No One But Isabella
In a world where loyalty is a weapon and love a battlefield, Isabella Moretti is caught between two ruthless men. Raised in the gilded cage of her father's empire, she knows her duty: to obey, to marry for power, and to stay untouched by the dark dealings of the cartel. But everything changes when A
/0/84841/coverbig.jpg?v=41d7571652f0c556570d80c473a17136)
Isabella: His Unseen Guardian
The biting cold of the concrete floor was the first thing I registered, followed by the dull throb of pain marking every inch of my beaten body. I' d just refused to sign off on their crooked building plans, and for that defiance, the syndicate thugs left me for dead, my career shattered and my bod
/0/41026/coverbig.jpg?v=f290ccbf7b991e1ddb789c210f44f290)
/0/78381/coverbig.jpg?v=f620c797544ca816bf4fbb6dd3c6c875)
ISABELLA (THE NIGHT THAT RUINED ME)
She was just a girl who wanted her fairytale wedding night. Isabella got engaged to Xavier Gustavo, her long term crush, but she was a poor country side girl, her world is totally different from that of Xavier. Getting into the Guastovo family was not all roses as she thought, she was constantly ma
/0/66553/coverbig.jpg?v=3f234a75fc74c633937dc3b4e55a877b)
You belong to me Isabella Valenti
"Strip!" The voice thundered as I stood shocked by the turn of events. I shuddered both in fear and disgust at the thought of this man drooling over my naked body. "Don't make me repeat myself Isabella Valenti." His eyes were all red, like that of an angry bull ready to charge. I wasn't going to gi
/0/80927/coverbig.jpg?v=b821993a8b9b4b8d1f007f7398b6c0e0)
THE UNMASKED HEIRESS: Isabella Hartman is back
She vanished from her past, became an ex-convict to save the billionaire BlackVale heir, Ethan. But little did she know that Ethan was sleeping with her stepsister, and his plan to marry her was only for his devious reasons. She smartly escaped her shadowy legacy to reclaim her birthright as the
/0/43630/coverbig.jpg?v=f3f97ce2393096ab8a725c4d1df4767a)
Prisoned by The Billionaire
Emily Madison was kidnapped and turned over to a strange man as collateral for a loan. Her world suddenly fell apart. All her dreams and hopes became nothing, replaced by vengeance and hatred. The wealthy Finn Harrison, whose life had never been affected by anyone, had no idea that his peace would
/0/56501/coverbig.jpg?v=9a39489b716e12b0019f069de1c86fe9)
Demon Queen, I want your love
"I love you, do you understand?" Lucian Desmond. "I will share you pain and grow old with you. I have hurt you in the past, and now is the future, I want to love you now. And you can do nothing about that," She clenched her fists and bit her lips. "But I am a demoness," Roseline Douglas. "That ma
/0/52542/coverbig.jpg?v=12405611c63e231e8a0714f32fdb4c58)
AURORA (his obsession)
Aurora is a simple and outstanding young beautiful lady who was born into a poor family, She stays and Carter for her poor grandmother after her parents disappeared without a trace. Her mother got divorced from her husband and ran away with another rich man, while her father got married to another w
/0/22374/coverbig.jpg?v=2cd99cf276d127a68accee8dce921fd8)
My Korean Tutor
” You don't know how much control you have over me” He cooed into my ear, his breath came out rough ...as he slid his hard shaft against my body. My father was a Korean rich business tycoon who relocated to America because of my mother. After the death of my mother, his undying love for her tran
/0/69403/coverbig.jpg?v=826151096d8f25d92e0f27e7414fecb8)
A billionaire Bargain
Lily Winters is a fiercely independent woman, determined to live life on her own terms. But her world is thrown into chaos when Damien-a charming, enigmatic man with a dangerous aura-enters her life with a marriage proposal that seems too calculated to be genuine. Caught between cryptic threats and
/0/52759/coverbig.jpg?v=b9ef9f9a127418e08e45484035644642)
Dirty Revenge
Beatrix Smith had an excellent, simple life. Sweet, colorful, and without ripples. However, one day, Beatrix finds her world seems to be on the opposite side. Overnight, Beatrix became the property of River De Luca, a young CEO at the hotel where she worked who was known to be handsome but cold and
/1/108882/coverbig.jpg?v=6af39826e5be60fd63441246807176b0)
LOVE IN THE SHADOW
Summer Mark, a dedicated doctor, saves a mysterious stranger from a brutal attack on a rainy Miami night. As she tends to his wounds, their eyes lock, and she feels an inexplicable connection. Unbeknownst to Summer, the stranger is linked to one of Miami's most feared mafias, and their chance encoun
/0/69904/coverbig.jpg?v=e0e8063d8a18fb487d020dde57ca8eff)
ROYAL SELECTION
A crown prince is set to choose a bride among the Ten selected ladies from the kingdom. Will he be able to choose a suitable bride among the ladies?
/0/69418/coverbig.jpg?v=20250116153008)
Echoes of a stranger
Khloe Daniels has always known how to keep her distance, both emotionally and physically. Balancing two lives-one as a waitress by day and the other as an enigmatic performer by night-she thrives behind the masks she wears, keeping the world at arm's length. But one fateful night, her carefully mai
/0/29427/coverbig.jpg?v=1f82fad7bc351444bfda6e08be21315e)
Capital P platonic
Tori has been searching for Mr Perfect all her life Then he walks through her door and she's ready to add Abd they lived happily ever after to her love story But there is more to love than falling straight out of a romance novel and Tori is sure to find out
/0/45558/coverbig.jpg?v=dc845360636710924ee5a507adfd80f3)
A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER
Maya woke up feeling sore all over her body, she sat upright on the strange bed trying to figure out what happened. She turned to see an unfamiliar figure on the other side of the bed sleeping soundly, she gasped and quickly had a flashback of what happened. Maya is a young beautiful lady who gr
/0/50156/coverbig.jpg?v=da7bfb3341ef3e21dbd2d4be4f3dc482)
Caught Between Two Brothers
"Do you like it when I'm deep inside of you?" He whispered into my ear and my whole body shivered. "Yes please.Don't stop,please don't stop."I managed. He put both hands on my neck and started to choke me as he fucked me even faster, his entire length filling me up. Having sex with one..no,two of
/0/20518/coverbig.jpg?v=a39d3d318bebe609482934033ba545b8)
I Married A Beast
“' Marry me and I'll make you the richest strip girl in the world '“ He had said to her Her lips curled in a smile, she pressed on him to her advantage. After losing her virginity to the strange man that night at the roadside, she became a stripper, seducing every man that came her way including th
