The Bride’s secret heir
I sold my soul to the devil for revenge. Now, I'm carrying his heir. For years, I watched from the shadows as Damien Sterling—the billionaire who crushed my father's company and drove him to his grave —built his empire on our ruins. I was just his quiet, invisible secretary then. Now, I'm a woman transformed, with a new face, a new name, and a single, burning purpose: to make him fall in love with me and then shatter his world. The plan was perfect. Our "accidental" meeting, the whirlwind romance, the night of passion I orchestrated to seal his obsession. It worked too well. The cold, untouchable Damien Sterling looked at me like I was his redemption, and he asked me to be his wife.
I said yes. But I have two secrets.
One: I am pregnant with his child. Two: On our wedding day, I will publicly reveal his crimes and leave him in ruins.
But every tender touch, every whispered confession of his love, feels like a brand on my soul. The monster I vowed to destroy is becoming the man I dream of. And now, the revenge I craved feels like a prison, and my heart is the traitor I never saw coming.
How can I destroy the man who holds my future in his hands? And what will he do when he discovers the vengeful bride carrying his secret heir ?
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Chapter: Chapter 4The following week was a whirlwind of logistics. Coordinating with high- strung artists, impatient gallery owners, and the immovable object that was Marcus Thorne. Every delivery, every installation time, had to be cleared through him. Our interactions were brief and conducted entirely over the phone, his voice a flat, distrustful monotone.“The Takashi photograph requires specific lighting. My technician will be there at 3:00 p.m. on Tuesday.”“I’ll have a man there.”“The sandstone sculpture is fragile. The installers need a clear path and a stable temperature.”“Noted.”He was a man of few words, each one chosen to convey the minimum required information. I knew he was digging, running a deeper background check than the one I’d so carefully planted. I had to be flawless.The day of the first installation arrived. I was in the penthouse, directing two burly movers as they carefully positioned the massive, framed photograph. The door opened and Damien walked in.He stopped just insid
Last Updated: 2025-11-18
Chapter: Chapter 3The silence of my apartment was a stark contrast to the echoing vastness of Damien’s penthouse. I leaned back against the front door, the cool wood a grounding pressure against my spine. I could still feel the phantom weight of his gaze, the intensity of those gray eyes dissecting my every word, my every gesture.A calculated beauty. That’s what he’d said he wanted. The phrase echoed in my mind. It was the perfect description of the woman I had become. Aria Vance was a piece of human art, meticulously crafted for a single purpose: to captivate him. The irony was a bitter pill.My phone buzzed. Elena.“Well? Don’t leave me hanging. Did he throw you out of the penthouse? Are you currently in a dumpster?”I pushed off from the door, my legs feeling unsteady. “No dumpster. He gave me the job. The entire penthouse.”A sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “Holy hell. You’re in.”“I’m in,” I confirmed, the words feeling both triumphant and terrifying. I walked to the kitchen,
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Chapter: Chapter 2The tremor in my hands didn't subside until the taxi was three blocks away from the gala. I pressed my palms flat against the cool leather seat, forcing a calm I didn't feel into my bones. Sarah was screaming in the back of my skull, a frantic chorus of *what have you done?* I closed my eyes and pictured my father's face, the hollow defeat in his eyes. The fear receded, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.The phone in my clutch buzzed. Elena.I answered, holding the device to my ear. "Well?""Okay, first of all, you're insane."Her voice was a mix of awe and terror. "Secondly, my contact inside just texted. He's asking about you. Sterling. He just pulled out your card and asked his assistant, 'Who is Aria Vance?' You're in."A sliver of icy satisfaction cut through the lingering anxiety. "Good. That was the point.""The point was to get his attention, not to pour champagne on him and sass him in front of the entire city elite! I was watching from the service entrance. I thought his head
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Chapter: Chapter 1The dirt was cold beneath my knees, a damp chill seeping through the thin fabric of my trousers. I didn't feel it. The only thing I felt was the granite of the headstone, rough and unyielding under my fingertips as I traced the engraved letters.*Robert Miller. Beloved Father.*“I’m sorry it’s been so long, Dad,” I whispered, my voice a hollow sound●swallowed by the gray afternoon. The cemetery was empty, a landscape of silent sorrow. It suited me. “It took time. To become someone new.”Three years. Three years of planning, of saving, of molding myself into a weapon sharp enough for one purpose. The mousy, heartbroken secretary named Sarah Miller was gone. She’d been buried here, the day they lowered my father into the ground.A gust of wind whipped a strand of hair across my face, and I tucked it back with a hand that no longer trembled. Sarah’s hands had trembled. Sarah’s eyes had been red-rimmed and pleading. Aria Vance’s hands were steady. Her eyes were dry.“He’s more powerful
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