Shattered Claim: The Hidden Billionaire Mechanic

Aria Montgomery was the heiress to a massive fortune, about to marry her fiancé, Blake, in the grandest wedding of the year. But just before the ceremony, she was drugged and trapped in her bridal suite, forced to listen to her fiancé and her maid of honor having sex in the adjoining closet. "Once I have controlling shares in the Montgomery corporation, the first thing I'll do is divorce her. Then I'll marry you, properly." In her past life, Aria was completely blind to their betrayal. She foolishly married Blake, letting him systematically drain her family's entire empire. Her so-called best friend, Cassie, played the concerned shoulder to cry on while secretly sleeping in her husband's bed. Cassie even deliberately spilled oil on the stairs, causing Aria to miscarry her baby. When Damian, the only man who truly tried to protect her, fought back, Blake arranged a fiery car crash to silence him forever. In the end, they threw Aria into a pit and buried her alive, laughing as the cold, wet earth filled her lungs. Until her last breath, she was filled with agonizing regret. She had given them everything, so why did they murder her child and destroy her family? And why did Damian have to die paying for her stupid mistakes? Opening her eyes again, Aria was back on the morning of her wedding. Hearing their breathless moans from the closet, she didn't scream or cry. She just calmly picked up her phone, switched it to video mode, and recorded everything.

For seven years, I was bonded to Jaden Sheppard, a powerful Exarch. To him, I was nothing but a "barren vessel," a worthless orphan from a conquered territory. The final blow came when he brazenly moved his courtesan, Concetta, into our home to replace me. She immediately ordered the destruction of my mother's lotus garden, erasing my last connection to my family. When my loyal maid tried to defend my honor over a stolen gift, Jaden blindly believed Concetta's lies. He forced my maid to kneel on the cold stone courtyard for the courtesan's amusement. I couldn't take it anymore. I slapped Concetta across the face. Jaden lunged at me, gripping my arm so hard I thought the bone would snap. "You are, at your core, a savage from a barbaric land! Your blood is crude and worthless!" Seven years of patient love and silent suffering meant absolutely nothing. In his eyes, I would always be a despicable, barren creature unworthy of his name. But as I looked at his disgusted face, my hand instinctively moved to shield my lower abdomen. My cycle was two months late, and the morning nausea had just begun. I tore my arm from his grasp in pure revulsion. He didn't know I had secretly amassed a fortune of my own over the years. I left the signed Severance papers on his desk, ready to take my unborn child and disappear from his life forever.

On her fourth anniversary, Chloe prepared a perfect candlelight dinner for her billionaire husband, Julian. He ignored the meal, coldly forced himself on her, and rushed out the door the moment his first love called with a "pregnancy scare." Left alone, Chloe suddenly collapsed from a ruptured ovarian cyst. Bleeding internally and in agonizing pain, she called him from the emergency room, begging him to sign her life-saving surgical consent form. He just laughed coldly. "Are you really so desperate for attention that you'd fake a medical emergency? Stop playing these childish games." He hung up to comfort his pregnant mistress, leaving his wife to bleed out alone. Chloe had to carve her maiden name onto the consent form herself. As the cold anesthesia set in, she realized her four years of absolute devotion were nothing but a cruel joke. He was perfectly fine letting her die just so he could hold another woman's hand. When she woke up alone in the hospital room, her heart had completely turned to stone. She took out the unlimited black card he had given her and swiped a quarter of a million dollars for a new luxury apartment. Then, she signed the divorce papers and scheduled a leak of his company's most confidential files to his biggest rival. Tomorrow, she wouldn't be returning as his devoted wife. She would be his absolute ruin.

I lay on the cold steel operating table, enduring the agonizing Bloodline Breeding Ritual without anesthesia. As a supposedly weak Omega, having my life essence extracted was the only way to give my Alpha mate, Rowan, a pureblood heir. The Healer warned that my essence would expire in twenty-four hours if Rowan didn't inject his blood into it. But my mind-link was blocked, and I waited in the empty clinic all night. When he finally showed up twenty-five hours later, he casually dismissed my suffering and told me we would just do the ritual again next month. He reeked of cheap floral perfume, a scent belonging to his former rogue lover, Serena. Soon after, Serena barged into my home using a passcode Rowan gave her, and threw a positive pregnancy test onto my coffee table. She sneered that she was carrying his heir, mocking the childhood trauma I had only ever confided in my husband. Rowan panicked, but instead of defending me, he proposed a vile compromise. "We will take the pup and raise it as our own. You will remain the Luna, and no one needs to know." I had sacrificed the marrow of my bones for this man, while he was in a hotel bed promising my title to a rogue. Looking at his terrified, cowardly face, I didn't cry or beg. I pulled out a thick stack of papers and threw them onto the table. "I want a complete severance of the mate bond. And I am taking half of this territory's wealth."

During a college retreat, we hosted a storytelling competition. They just kept egging me on, completely oblivious to the terrifying disaster it would invite. I said, "The story I'm about to tell is a curse." "Everyone who has ever heard this story has died." "Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Waking up in silk sheets should have felt like a dream, but the smell of expensive whiskey and masculine musk triggered a warning siren in my skull. I was in Dorian McClain’s bed—the man who could crush my entire existence with a single signature. I fled his hotel suite like a ghost, but in my hungover panic, I snatched the wrong phone. By the time I reached my crumbling apartment in Queens, that one mistake had already set my life on fire. My uncle Silas had trashed my home, demanding money for my grandfather’s nursing home bill. When he saw Dorian’s encrypted phone, he didn't see a mistake; he saw a ransom. He sold me out to debt collectors who held a switchblade to my throat, forcing me to call the billionaire I had just abandoned. Dorian didn't save me out of mercy; he came to reclaim a security breach. He treated my rescue like a cold business transaction. He had me fired from my job and forced me into a marriage contract just to secure his family trust. He even made me beg for my grandfather’s life, demanding a humiliating act of submission for a medical bill that was mere pocket change to him. To him, I was just a mute, broken girl—the perfect silent accessory for his public image. "Welcome to hell, Mrs. McClain," he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he slid a massive diamond onto my finger. He thinks my silence is a trauma-induced weakness. He thinks he bought a submissive pawn who will stay in her gilded cage. But as I sat in his penthouse and bypassed his "unbreakable" firewalls in seconds, I realized he had made a fatal mistake. Dorian McClain didn't just buy a wife; he invited the CIA’s most dangerous ghost into his private mainframe. Echo is back online, and I’m going to burn his empire to the ground.