Running Away From The Wicked CEO
To the world, Hannah Vance was the tragic heiress of New Orleans—shunned by her ruthless family, blamed for her mother’s death, and treated as a servant in her own home. Desperate to escape her stepbrother’s brutal abuse, she runs into the freezing rain on a night that changes her life forever.
Enter James Sterling. Dark, commanding, and dangerously powerful, the ruthless billionaire tycoon rules the city's financial empire with an iron fist. When he rescues Hannah from the streets, he offers her protection—for a price.
The deal? A two-year contract marriage to secure his family’s legacy and produce an heir.
For two years, Hannah lives as a phantom bride, hiding her growing love behind closed doors and enduring the icy indifference of a husband who treats her as nothing more than a business transaction. But when month after month passes without a pregnancy, James’s patience reaches its limit.
On the very night Hannah finally holds a positive ultrasound in her hands, James hands her divorce papers—and cold, bitter rejection. To make matters worse, he parades another woman in front of her, crushing whatever was left of her heart.
Broken, but determined to protect the child in her womb, Hannah signs the papers, leaves her diamond ring on the table, and vanishes into the night without a trace.
Now, James has everything he ever wanted... except the quiet, gentle woman who quietly stole his soul. When a routine medical report reveals the ultimate truth—that Hannah was carrying his heir when she walked out—the cold billionaire's world shatters.
James will burn down every empire, search every corner of the world, and cross every line to find his hidden wife.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5James povThe morning chill draft drifted past the sheer silk curtains, filling the expansive master suite with a cold, oppressive emptiness.I reached out blindly across the high-thread-count sheets before slowly opening my eyes. She wasn't there.It was the morning after our scheduled bi-weekly encounter, and usually, without fail, Hannah would still be curled up beside me. She had a habit of softly pressing herself into my side in her sleep, holding onto me as though she were terrified the monsters of her past would drag her back into the dark. When I awoke on those mornings, her delicate forehead would be resting against my chest, her soft hair tangled across my arms, and her faint vanilla perfume clinging to the pillows.Today, the bed was cold. Her scent was completely gone.A strange, unsettling weight settled in the pit of my stomach as I sat up, running a hand through my hair."Hannah?" I called out, my deep voice sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet room.Silence answe
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 4Hannah povThe cool medical gel spread across my lower abdomen, sending a slight chill through my body as Dr. Rose glided the ultrasound wand over my skin. The soft, rhythmically whooshing sound echoed around the quiet private clinic suite. My eyes never left Dr. Rose's face as she stared intently at the monitor.I knew I would be able to read her expression before she even spoke. The air in the room was thick with anticipation. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed a hand against my chest, my heart pounding so wildly it felt as if my whole life had been leading up to this single moment.Was I finally carrying James’s child?It was foolish, really. I had broken the cardinal rule of our arrangement: I had fallen deeply in love with a man who was entirely out of my reach. I was an orphaned, discarded heiress with nothing to my name, while James Vance was the feared CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire. Our families had been ruthless corporate rivals for generations. We were doomed
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3Hannah povMy grandmother used to sit me down whenever I felt crushed and hopeless, looking into my eyes with gentleness."You're going to be okay, Hannah," she would whisper. “You have your mother's green eyes, her grace, and her spirit. You are special, my sweet girl."I wanted so badly to believe her. But after losing my mother at birth, learning what severe abuse meant before my tenth birthday, and being systematically stripped of my life by my stepbrother, "special" felt like a cruel joke. My grandmother had been the only person in that cold estate who protected me. But when my stepmother, Janet , manipulated my father into locking her away in a private care facility, I lost my only ally.Sitting in the grand, wood-paneled boardroom of the Vance Conglomerate three weeks after my escape, my grandmother’s words echoed faintly in my mind.Across the long mahogany table sat Bernard Vance, the billionaire patriarch and founder of the company. Standing quietly behind his chair, a
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2Hannah povIt was past midnight. Rain lashed against the glass of the high-rise buildings, and darkness seemed to swallow the desolate commercial district as I fled through the storm.My ankles were swollen, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and every muscle in my body throbbed with unbearable agony. I knew I couldn’t stop—not until I put enough distance between myself and my past. Even though I was almost certain I’d thrown Gabriel ’s security team off my trail, I kept looking over my shoulder in absolute panic. Exhausted and shivering, I finally collapsed into the shadow of a closed boutique overhang, gasping for air.Across the street stood the massive illuminated boundary sign marking the district line: Welcome to Kingsbridge—the private corporate empire controlled entirely by the Vance family.I stared at the sign in disbelief. I had fled miles on foot, but crossing into Kingsbridge felt like stepping onto dangerous turf. The city streets beyond that line were unnaturally
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 1Hannah povIn the gilded world of New Orleans elite society, I was meant to be treated like royalty—the rightful heiress to the multimillion-dollar Vance empire. But behind the towering wrought-iron gates of the Vance Estate, my life was anything but glamorous. I was practically a glorified maid in my own home."Look at you, lingering around like a shadow," my stepmother Janet sneered one afternoon as she tossed a heavy leather binder onto the kitchen island. "You have your mother’s pathetic blue eyes and that infuriating smile. It’s a miracle your father can stand looking at you."My father, Carlos Vance, had never forgiven me. My mother died during childbirth, and in his overwhelming grief, he blamed me for taking the love of his life. The high-society tabloids ran wild with the story, branding me as the curse that shattered the Vance legacy."Why are you standing there gaping, Hannah?" Janet barked, snapping her fingers sharply.The catering staff left the ballroom in a sta
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
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