Stripper Heiress: Revenge Marriage to the Devil Billionaire
"You’re nothing but a dirty stripper who ruined my brother. From today, your life belongs to me."
Framed for theft by her best friend and thrown out into the freezing rain, Cecelia thought she had hit rock bottom. Stripped of her dignity, she was just an underground dancer trying to survive the night. But when a luxury sedan stops and Christopher Lambert—the ruthless, icy CEO of the Lambert Group—steps out, her nightmare truly begins.
Christopher believes Cecelia is the poisonous daughter of the family that drove his brother to suicide. To break her, he forces her into a one-year revenge marriage. He locks her in his mansion, drags her through public humiliation, and parades her before high society as his "charity project."
What Christopher doesn't know is that the weak, pitied girl scrubbing his floors is actually the lost heiress to the massive Poseidon Empire—and she isn't planning to stay weak for long.
As secret identities unravel, tragic miscarriages shatter hearts, and deadly corporate plots surface, the hatred between them ignites into a dangerous, obsessive fire. But in a war built on buried blood, stolen legacies, and terminal secrets, can love survive when revenge demands total destruction?
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Chapter: C10"Put those papers back on the shelf, Cecelia," Christopher's quiet voice echoes through the dark storage container behind me.I freeze inside the tiny metal room, my shaking fingers locking tightly onto the brittle yellowed parchment in my hands.Using the silver key from my mother's melted locket and the exact street address written on Theophilus's note, I found this hidden storage unit tucked away on the far outskirts of the city.Inside the heavy steel lockers, I opened three sealed plastic boxes packed tight with birth records, old photographs of Celestine, and a thick letter written in my mother's delicate, looping handwriting to the daughter she hoped would one day read it.The official legal documents, stamped with red wax seals, prove the impossible truth beyond a shadow of a doubt: I am not Julian Vance's worthless daughter. I am the sole surviving blood heiress to the massive Poseidon empire.I turn around slowly to face the open metal doorway, my lungs burning as I stare at
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Chapter: C9"I need cash, and I need it tonight," I tell the club manager, staring straight into his tired eyes behind the back office."You can't use your real name, Cecelia," he says, pulling a black silk mask out of his desk drawer. "The news is everywhere. The whole city knows you married Lambert.""Call me Rose," I reply, snatching the mask from his hand. "Just give me the stage."I need money that Christopher cannot trace on his bank statements. I need hard cash for a high-quality fake identity and a private detective who can dig into my mother's death without his security team finding out. The Lambert mansion is nothing but a gilded cage where every credit card and account is monitored by his assistants.Ten minutes later, I step out into the dim red lights of the main stage, the bass vibrating hard beneath my high heels.The music drags into a slow, heavy beat as I grab the cold brass pole, forcing my body to move. I spin slowly, my hips swaying to the rhythm while the dark crowd cheers a
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Chapter: C8"Put the dress on," Christopher says, throwing a long black garment bag onto the middle of the bed before walking out.I pull the zipper down, my breath hitching in my tight chest as the smooth silk slides out into my hands.The gown Christopher chose for me is cut ridiculously low across the chest and slit up to the hip. It isn't an elegant dress for a billionaire's wife. It is a dress designed to make me look cheap, exposed, and entirely out of place in front of the city's high-society elite.My hands tremble as I pull the thin fabric over my body, my heart hammering a wild, frantic rhythm against my ribs.An hour later, Christopher drags me by the elbow into the private dining room of the grandest hotel downtown.The long mahogany table is surrounded by twenty of the most powerful people in the state, all dressed in formal attire. The second we walk through the doors, conversation dies down into low, cruel whispers."Sit," Christopher orders quietly, pulling out a chair near the ce
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Chapter: C7"Look at your phone, Cecelia," Cynthia’s voice sneers from the speaker of the desk phone before the line cuts to dead static.I pull my phone out of my robe pocket, my hands trembling violently as notification bells explode in a deafening, continuous whine across the screen.The private-dance video Nikki and Minaj filmed behind my back six months ago at the club has just been posted online. Nikki and Minaj, the two girls who hated me for getting higher tips, were paid off by Cynthia to leak the unedited footage to every major gossip outlet in the state.Within two hours, the hashtags explode across every social media platform: #BillionaireStripperBride #LambertDisgrace.The comments under the video stream in real time, thousands per second, each one a sharp blade cutting into my chest: "She belonged to the streets," "Christopher bought a sewer rat," "Look at how cheap she acts for cash," "The Lambert name is completely ruined."My breath catches in my throat as my stomach twists into
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Chapter: C6"Hand it to me, Cecelia," Christopher's voice cuts through the silent bedroom as he steps into the room.I sit on the edge of the freezing mattress, my hands locked tightly around the small metal casing.Beside me rests the single worn leather bag I was permitted to bring into this mansion. Inside its torn cloth lining, tucked deep near the bottom seam, I had found the small silver locket resting against the fabric.I press my nail against the tarnished latch, popping it open with a faint click.The faded photograph of my mother, Celestine, stares back at me through the cracked glass frame. Resting beneath the photo, pressed against the metal back, sits a tiny silver key. For the first time since this nightmare began, a tiny, fragile spark of real hope flickers inside my bruised chest. She is still here with me. I am not completely alone in this dark house."I said give it to me," Christopher repeats, his shadow falling over my lap as he closes the distance between us.I press the loc
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Chapter: C5"Smile, Cecelia," Christopher murmurs, his large hand pressing firmly into the small of my back as we step into the blinding chandelier lights of the grand ballroom.I force my lips into a rigid curve while my stomach twists into a nauseous ball.The high-profile charity gala is packed with the city’s most elite socialites, all staring at us like vultures waiting for a carcass. Christopher drags me through the crowded room, his grip on my waist possessive and unyielding."Everyone, meet my new wife," Christopher announces to a group of wealthy investors, his voice dripping with smooth, cutting politeness. "A reminder that even the lowest can be given a second chance."Soft, mocking laughter ripples through the circle of guests behind their crystal champagne glasses.My cheeks burn with a deep, humiliating heat. I clench my jaw, my heart thrashing violently against my ribs as I endure their sneering looks. Christopher doesn't even glance down at me. He stands tall, projecting ultimate
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After I Died, I Became the Ruthless Alpha's Luna
"You were never my true mate—just a weak placeholder until the real Luna arrived."
After five years of loyal devotion, Ada watched her mate, Alpha Micheal, bed her childhood best friend, Cecelia. Stripped of her title, branded with a dark silver curse, and thrown into a freezing dungeon, she was forced to endure endless humiliation. When she was pushed into a silver pool and executed by her own pack, her final heartbreak was losing the unborn child Micheal dismissed as worthless.
Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, Ada wakes up in her eighteen-year-old body—five years before the betrayal, with her wolf unsealed and a second chance granted by the Moon Goddess.
This time, Ada refuses to be a victim. She rejects Micheal before three packs, breaks her enemies' wrists, and catches the eye of Jackson Poseidon—the ruthless, scarred Military Boss of the Obsidian Legion whose very name makes Alphas kneel.
Bound to Jackson by an explosive, violent mate pull, Ada transforms into a cold strategic weapon. Together, they reclaim stolen lands, expose pack scandals, and systematically dismantle everyone who built their power on her blood.
But as cold vengeance turns into a deep, desperate love, Ada uncovers a cruel secret: her rebirth came with a hidden price tag, and her second life is already running out of time.
"I loved you more than I ever hated him," she whispered as the morning light faded. "Don't look for me in the next life—I won't let my memory cause you pain."
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Chapter: C10"You just got rejected in public. Sit down before you embarrass yourself further."Jackson’s cold, lethal voice cuts through the roaring hall without him even raising his volume. His broad chest presses right against my back, his heavy black uniform smelling of fresh rain, raw leather, and dangerous Alpha power.Micheal takes a furious step forward, his jaw trembling, his hand reaching out to grab my arm. "Ada is my mate! You can't just drop into our territory and take what's mine!"Jackson slowly turns his head, his dark, silver-flecked eyes locking onto Micheal's pale face.The instant our eyes meet in the reflection of the marble wall, the real mate pull slams into both of us like a physical sledgehammer to the chest.My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, my wolf throwing her head back and roaring in pure, unadulterated triumph. A wave of scorching, electric heat rushes down between my thighs, making my breath hitch sharply. Jackson’s pupils dilate until his eyes are almost comp
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Chapter: C9"You look pathetic trying to play the dutiful bride, Ada."Micheal sneers in my ear, his hand gripping my elbow with forced possessiveness as we stand on the grand marble balcony overlooking the engagement hall.Three royal packs fill the room below, their high-ranking warriors and nobles drinking expensive wine under crystal chandeliers. Cecelia stands right next to Elizabeth at the head table, wearing a dress of dark silk, smiling like she already owns the throne, the pack, and the future. I wear a gown of pure, blinding white, looking like the perfect, innocent sacrifice they all expect me to be.Micheal looks so proud, puffing his chest out as if he has already won the world.The Alpha of Silverfang, my biological uncle, steps to the center of the raised dais with a ceremonial silver bowl and a sharp dragon-bone knife. He clears his throat, his deep voice carrying over the crowd."By ancient tradition," the Silverfang Alpha announces, "we ask Ada of Silverfang to step forward, cut
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Chapter: C8"You're going to break your hand hitting the oak tree like that, Silverfang."Lambert's voice comes cold and flat from the edge of the tree line.I don't pause my sequence. I drive a hard back-fist into the splintered wood, my wolf roaring in my veins, feeding strength into my young body. Lambert stands in the shadows for ten full minutes, his sharp blue eyes tracking every lethal pivot, every military strike pattern of the Poseidon vanguard. He does not ask another question. He turns on his heel and disappears silently into the dark forest.I keep striking until my knuckles bleed.For the next two weeks, I live in total secret discipline. I train my body until my muscles scream, and I work with the ancient pulse inside my womb, teaching the pup's energy to form an invisible barrier around my mind, building an absolute immunity to silver poison. During the day, I play the complete fool. When Elizabeth sends instructors to evaluate my Luna posture, I spill tea on my silk skirts. When M
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Chapter: C7"Ada, good morning! I brought your favorite lavender mocha from the café."Young Micheal stands in the open doorway of my academy dorm room, holding a paper cup with a dimpled, gentle smile. He looks so young, so untouched by the rot and cruelty that will consume him over the next five years. His black eyes shine with fake warmth, the exact look he gave me before he let me drown in the silver pool and watched the blade sever my neck.My heart thumps once against my ribs, a dark, heavy pulse of old pain trying to surface. I crush it instantly, turning my inner state to pure ice."I don't want it," I say, my voice completely flat and dead. "And I don't want you. Don't come near me again. I don't mate with men who die screaming."Micheal’s easy smile freezes for a fraction of a second, his dark eyebrows pulling together in confusion. He lets out a short, uncomfortable laugh, taking a step closer to my doorway, holding the warm cup out toward me."Is this a joke, Ada?" Micheal asks, his v
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Chapter: C6“I can’t… I can’t breathe…”Darkness slams into my chest. A heavy heartbeat thumps inside my skull. Then screaming, a high-pitched, desperate sound tearing right out of my own throat. My voice sounds different. Younger. Raw.I wake up choking, clawing at my neck, expecting the cold wetness of my own warm blood streaming down my collarbones.My hands hit smooth skin. No gaping wound. No severed bone. No hot silver blade slicing through my flesh.I scramble backward on the mattress, gasping for air as my lungs expand with clean, fresh air. I stare down at my hands. They are small, unblemished, and pale. The thick scars from the silver chains are gone. The dirt under my fingernails is gone. I am lying in my old twin bed inside the Bloodmoon Academy dorm room. The faded cotton blanket covers my legs, and the afternoon sunlight pours softly through the clean glass window.My heart races against my ribs like a trapped bird.I tumble out of bed, my bare feet hitting the wooden floorboards, a
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Chapter: C5"Healer Thomas, check her pulse before we throw her corpse to the rogue dogs!"Elizabeth’s shrill command cuts through the freezing air of the underground medical chamber as my soaking, waterlogged body is dumped hard onto the blood-stained slab.I lie paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle, but my hearing is sharp and hyper-focused. Silver water leaks from my nostrils, burning my sinus passages. Healer Thomas rushes to my side, pressing his trembling hands over my drenched lower stomach. A faint golden glow radiates from his palms as his diagnostic magic sinks into my core.Suddenly, Healer Thomas gasps, stumbling back two paces, his eyes wide with absolute horror and awe."By the Goddess," Healer Thomas breathes out, his voice shaking violently. "She has two heartbeats. The pup... the pup survived the silver! It transformed! It is tenfold stronger than a normal royal lineage!"Before the old man can take another breath or call out to the guards, a sharp metallic flash slices thro
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