THE HARRISON HEIRESS
At sixteen, Freya thought she had escaped the loneliness of the orphanage when she was adopted into the powerful Sutton family. Instead, she was sold into a loveless marriage with Malum Sutton, a greedy womanizer twice her age who needed a wife to claim his inheritance.
But across Dubai’s glittering skyline and the Modern-day United States (Chicago, New York), another truth is unfolding. The Harrison family — wealthier and more powerful than the Suttons—reveals their matriarch once gave birth to a quadruplet, not triplets. Their long-lost daughter was stolen at birth, Three brothers, Kai, Rowan, and Sage, begin a desperate search for their missing sister.
When business brings Sage to the Sutton estate, he notices something odd: Malum’s wife flinched at his touch, her silence screaming of abuse. What Sage doesn’t yet know is that this fragile woman is the sister he’s been looking for.
Malum, terrified of losing control, fabricates DNA tests to present his secretary as the missing Harrison daughter.
Until betrayal turns on betrayal. Odessa, the woman who once delivered Freya into Malum’s hands, exposes the scheme.
But Malum does not give up so easily. Manipulating their son’s innocence and stoking Freya’s insecurities through jealousy of Harrison's wives, he lured her back into his grasp. He binds her with a cruel contract, one designed to strip her of everything unless she can prove his infidelity.
This time, however, Freya is no longer alone. With her brother’s love and her own newfound strength, she turns Malum’s trap against him.
From orphan to outcast, from victim to heiress, Freya claims her place as the true Harrison daughter.
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Chapter: Chapter 7 Freya’s POV Mrs. Sutton’s feet were small but heavy in my hands. Their weight was pressed against my palms like the hours I could never reclaim. She’d demanded a foot massage again because, as she put it, “the cold makes my joints thick and useless.” I didn’t argue. The smell of her cucumber mask and peppermint ointment hung in the air—sharp, almost medicinal. “Do you feel better now, Mother?” I asked softly. Her hand tilted slightly, eyes still hidden beneath two slices of cucumber. “Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her voice slicing through the quiet. “Every time you say it, my stomach turns. It’s Mrs. Sutton to you. The name belongs to me, not to anyone who married into it.” “Yes, Mrs Sutton.” “Keep rubbing. You stop when I say you stop.” I pressed my thumbs deeper into her arch, pretending I didn't hear my phone buzz beside me. When she closed her eyes again, I snuck a glance. A message from Finn’s teacher: School closed an hour ago. Finn’s still waiting to be picked up.
Last Updated: 2025-10-21
Chapter: Chapter 06Sage’s POV We gathered in the living room, Mother propped gently between Rowan, Kai, and me, her voice still carrying the weight of the revelation. For the first time in decades, she could speak—and every word was urgent. She named the hospital in Dubai where we had been born. Rowan and Kai immediately booked flights from Chicago, determined to uncover whatever records might remain. Mother described the woman she remembered: the false nurse, the injection, the abduction. Her fragmented memory became sharper as she spoke, and soon an artist was sketching the face of the woman who had haunted her silence for twenty-six years. The plan was simple in design, impossible in weight. If tracking this nurse failed, if Dubai yielded no answers, we would make the search public. Announce the Harrison Heiress. Offer a prize for information. We would drag the shadows into the light if we had to. But I remained behind. Rowan had left me a task—meeting with Malum Sutton, whose proposals to
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Chapter 05Kai’s POV The morning after felt unreal. My mother’s voice still echoed in my head—fragile, miraculous, and shattering all at once. Twenty-six years of silence broken by the revelation of a sister none of us knew existed. Part of me wanted to stay home, shut the world out, and process. But life had other plans. Daisy’s school had its parents’ meeting, and her mother had called, pleading for me to attend in her place. “It’s Father’s Day at the school,” she said. “She’ll be crushed if you're not there.” How could I say no? Aiden, my oldest friend, offered to come along. He claimed it was to keep me company, but I knew he passed up a chance to tease me. We crawled through New York City, the city glittering under the sun, when his voice broke my thoughts. “So… a sister, huh? How’s that going to play out?” I had no answer. The truth was, I didn’t even know where to begin. Aiden leaned back, smirking. “Maybe this is my chance. I've always wanted to marry into the Harrison f
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Chapter 04Freya POV It was the same routine, the same quiet humiliation I had come to accept as life. Malum had brought home his secretary again. I’d lost count of how many times since our marriage this had happened—sometimes it was her, sometimes it was another woman, always a body that wasn't mine. He claimed it was natural for men to stray, that I was lucky he’d chosen me to bear his name. Out of all the women who flocked to him, he said I should feel honoured to be the one in his house. To want more than that was selfish. So I stayed quiet. I washed the sheets they sweated in, gathered their clothes, and pretended I didn't see the lipstick marks that weren't mine. I rose early to get Finn ready for school. He tugged at my sleeve before leaving, his small voice thick with hope. “Mommy, please… ask Daddy to come today. For the parents’ meeting.” I smoothed his hair and promised him I’d try, though the knot in my chest told me the truth. After he left, I made Malum’s breakfas
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Chapter 03Malum’s POV The shower steamed the bathroom mirror, washing away the sweat of my morning with Cassandra. She was still sprawled across my bed when I returned, naked and smug, as though her presence meant something beyond convenience. “Get up,” I said fastening my cufflinks. “We’re due at the office.” Her eyes widened at my tone. She scrambled for the bathroom, and I allowed myself a thin smile. Cassandra was useful enough in the dark, but the daylight reminded me that she was just an employee who confused her body for leverage. I went to the dining room expecting the one thing I demanded daily: a hot breakfast prepared by my wife. But the table was bare. The air in my chest hardened. Ten years, and Freya still hadn't learned. The only reason she carried the Sutton name was to serve. Not charm. Not beauty. Not brilliance. Service. And she couldn't even manage that. I stormed through the halls, checked her room. Empty. The door clicked open behind me, and Finn’s littl
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Chapter 02Rowan’s POV The call came in the middle of the negotiation. My client’s voice faded into the background noise when I saw Dr.Emily’s name flash across my screen. Our family doctor never called without reason. And there was only one reason urgent enough. Mother. “You mom…” Dr. Emily’s voice trembled, caught between awe and disbelief. “Rowan, she’s speaking again. After twenty-six years — her voice has returned. The world tilted. For a breath, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Then I was already dialing Kai, then Sage, words tumbling from me as though speed alone could anchor the impossible. Kai canceled a show in Dubai without hesitation. Sage rescheduled a high-profile case with the kind of tight smile only a family could justify. We converged on the hospital, and three grown men suddenly became boys again, running towards hope. The hospital air was cool, sterile, humming faintly with the smell of antiseptic and the soft shuffle of nurses’ shoes. It struck me that I’d wal
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim
Amara thought her life couldn't get worse, trapped in poverty, caring for her ailing grandmother, betrayed by the man she loved. But one night changes everything: a police raid lands her in jail, where she meets the last man she should ever cross paths with…. Alessandro Vitale, the ruthless Mafia boss feared across Italy.
He offers her freedom, but at a price: Marriage.
A deal, a trap, and a lifeline all at once.
What Alessandro doesn't know is that Amara carries a secret… a child that belongs not to him, but to his own bloodlines' rival. Their dangerous union sparks a web of betrayal, obsession, and power struggles, where love is both their greatest weapon and their deepest weakness.
As past feuds resurface and enemies circle closer, Amara must decline: will she remain a pawn in the Mafia’s deadly game, or rise as the unexpected queen of an empire built in blood.
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Chapter: Chapter 77 Alessandro’s POV We waited for him until then patience in my chest thinned to an ache. Don Francesco’s villa smelled of old money and newer conspiracies — burnt espresso, leather, the faint metallic tang of cigar smoke. His boys kept glancing toward the study door as if the answer to everything might slip out of it and run toward us. A man returned from the hall, shrugged, and repeated the same line he’d been given: Don Francecso is still with his client. It sounded rehearsed, and each repetition felt like a nail driven one millimeter deepr into the afternoon. Damian watched me, and I watch him watch me — the way he always did when there was something he couldn't deliver without me first taking another breath. At last, he cleared his throat. “Boss… Signorina Ginevra had called before the wedding. She told me to make sure the divorce papers be delivered to her. She said it was urgent.” My spine folded with the thought of it: the papers. My signature was already there; I’d
Last Updated: 2025-10-31
Chapter: Chapter 76Ginevra’s POV Amara walks into the room as though she owns the place. She wears his robe with the same ease a woman wears a promise. The sight sharpens something in my chest — hunger, fury, the small cold shame of being overlooked. Matilde had told me he carried her to his bed. Every detail Matilde spoke of lodged under my skin like a splinter. “Stop!” she commanded, though the servants are already doing as I said earlier; they know better than to resist me. Still, Amara stands there, calm and unhurried. The way she meets my eyes — without flinching — is an insult folded into silk. I hold the doctor’s report in my hand like a loaded card. I will play it. I will make the world believe what I know to be true. I will not be the daughter mocked at a table of men. She meets my accusation with a quietness that is harder to break than a scream. “You were the one who spiked my drink,” I say, and the room tightens. “Me?” she answers, voice even. “Why would I do that?” I had
Last Updated: 2025-10-29
Chapter: Chapter 75 Don Francesco’s POV I laughed satisfied as I drained the last drop of wine from my glass. A knock sounded at the door. One of my men stuck his head inside, stiff and anxious. “Don Alessandro asked me to check if you are done with your client,” he said. Of course he did. I waved my hand dismissively. “Go back and tell him I am still occupied. Important business.” He glanced around the room — perfectly empty — and his eyes told me he understood the lie. But he bowed and left without a word. Good. Let him think I am still handling something valuable. The less he knows, the better. When Ginevra told me what she intended to do to that girl — Amara — I knew she would need help. My daughter… tried so hard to be strong, but she is fragile and broken since her mother abandoned her. I have always sworn I would make sure she gets everything she wants because she deserves it. Yesterday, she was humiliated. Publicly. Because of that girl. My daughter — dragged into disgrace.
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
Chapter: Chapter 74 Amara’s POV The scream tore me out of sleep. My heart slammed against my ribs as the remnants of my dreams scattered — my parents’ urging me to run, to escape — the same nightmare that haunted my first night in this house. Only… this wasn’t my room. This was his. Alessandro’s scent lingered on the sheets. The events of last night washed through me like a wave — his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine, his fingers between my legs, the way I cling to him as if refusing to ever let go again. And now, I truly believe… maybe I wouldn’t have to. I slipped into his robe, tightening it around my body as hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Elena’s panicked pleas cut through the noise: “Please — leave Signora’s things! She begged!” My throat tightened. What is happening? I stepped out into chaos. Servants rushed in and out of my room — clothes shoved into boxes, drawers emptied with careless hands. A large trunk lay open, stuffed with my dresses as thoug
Last Updated: 2025-10-27
Chapter: Chapter 73 Ginevra’s POV Matilde walked me home last night, I still hear the servants’ voices in my head — a knot of whispers that didn't sound like idle gossip. When I asked Matilde what they were saying, she went quiet on the spot, like a child caught mid-lie. I fixed her with the look I use on anyone who tries to patronize me. “What are they saying?” I demanded. “It’s about you, Signorina,” she said finally. “They think Signora Amara set you up.” The words landed like a slap. I waited for her to continue. She didn’t at first, but she found the courage to speak when I didn't move. “At the wedding,” Matilde said, voice small, “I saw Signora Amara near the guest house. She was talking to a waiter. Then I remember when she had gone for a long time — longer than anyone who only went to change. And a shadow passed when I asked the waiter who brought the drink …” Everything clicked. The scene unspooled in my head — the loosening of her dress, the hush that followed, Amara’s too-calm
Last Updated: 2025-10-26
Chapter: Chapter 72 Alessandro’s POV Morning came softer than I expected. A pale, golden light crept through the curtains, warning the edges of the room. But the true warmth was beside me — Amara, curled into the sheets, her breathing steady and soft. I lay there for a moment, just watching her. She looked… safe. For the first time, I realized I wanted to be the one who kept her that way. She shifted, a faint wince pulling between her brows. A bad dream — I could tell. I softly kissed her forehead, my palm smoothing over her hair. “I’m here,” I whispered, though she didn’t hear me. “You're alright.” Last night had been — more than desire. More than release. It felt like crossing a threshold I couldn't turn back from. The contract marriage. The rules. The expectations. Every lie I had built fell away in the dark with her lips on mine. And God help me… I didn't want them back. I slipped from thr bed reluctantly, dressing quickly before my resolve could weaken. A Don couldn't lie in the bed all
Last Updated: 2025-10-24
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