Who Owns The Rights To The Long Lost Book Now?

He ended their marriage with a signature, divorcing her the very night Ava planned to tell him she was pregnant. For power, for a ruthless business alliance, he chose another woman without looking back. So Ava vanished. Years later, she walks back into his life, no longer broken but powerful, untouchable, and holding enough shares to control the fate of his now failing company. And she is not alone. The boy beside her carries his face, his silence… something that feels far too familiar. But while Ava kept her secret, the woman he married has been hiding something far more dangerous. Because his empire isn’t just collapsing by chance… it’s being destroyed from within. And as the truth begins to surface, the billionaire is forced to confront the one question that could ruin everything: Who is truly his heir… and who has been lying all along?

Betrayed by her own sister, disowned by her father, and abandoned by the family she once called home, Julia carries the name “criminal” like a scar she didn’t earn. After three months behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Julia walks out of prison with nothing - no family, no friends, and no place to go. Imagine as the biological daughter of the family, but being cast aside and replaced with the adopted one. That was where Julia found herself. But fate wasn’t done with her. The powerful family that adopted her from the orphanage before the Reynolds – her biological family, came to claim her, now opened their arms wide to welcome her back. Now, as the truth began to resurface and the lies start to crumble, Julia’s chest burned with rage, ready to clear her name and bring the Reynolds down to their knees. The Disowned Heiress is a story of betrayal, second chances, and a woman’s quiet war against the people who disowned and framed her for a crime she didn’t commit.

“You're not just hired, Belle. You're mine.” His hot breath fanned against my neck as he pinned me against the wall. The words should have made me run. But the way he said them… it was dark, commanding, and dangerously tempting. It made it impossible to move. _____________ When Belle walked into Marlowe Corporation, all she wanted was stability for herself and her twins. What she didn't expect was to come face to face with the father she never told them about. The moment their eyes met, memories of the past resurfaced, along with all the secrets she's been hiding ever since. A job offer she couldn't refuse A chemistry she couldn't control. Now, she's working for him, and quitting isn't an option. But this isn't just a job anymore. When Zalden Marlowe discovers the truth that she's the mother of his children, nothing will ever be the same.

What if the life you built was rooted in a past you can’t remember and the truth could burn it all to the ground? Isabella thought she had finally escaped her past. With a steady life, a loyal husband, and dreams of forever, she believed the fire inside her had gone cold. But everything shatters when betrayal cuts deep and a chilling message arrives one that unlocks memories she never knew were missing. Suddenly, the cracks in her perfect world grow wider, and questions she can’t answer begin to haunt her. Who was she before the fire? Why can’t she remember? And what truth has been hidden from her all this time? Now, alone and uncertain of who she truly is, Isabella must confront the ghosts of a life long forgotten. As secrets unravel and danger creeps closer, she realizes that some truths are better left buried and that some loves are far darker than they seem. But the past has found her. And it won’t let go. Will she uncover her true identity before the fire she tried to forget consumes everything she has left?

Five years ago, he promised me forever but then he disappeared without an explanation, I lost everything, my future, my reputation, and the only man I'd ever loved. Forced out of the country while carrying his child, I swore he would never discover our son's existence. Now I'm back for one reason only... and I plan to leave before he ever sees us but fate has other plans. The moment our eyes meet again, the past comes crashing back and before I can escape, my little boy runs toward us. "Mama... who is this man?" The color drains from his face as he stares at the child with his own eyes. "Tell me..." he says, his voice trembling for the first time in years. "Is he my son?" The secret I protected for five years is about to destroy us all.

The year I turned fourteen, Grandma and I were crammed into a beat-up trailer on the edge of a desert town. She couldn't afford paint, so she mixed colors from the cheapest red clay pigment at the general store. When a frame broke, she hammered it back together herself. When canvas tore, she patched the back with old cloth and sealed it with a paste she boiled from leftover church wax and cheap resin. Grandma never went to school. She painted out of pure love, and she kept at it for thirty years. Then one summer, a gallery owner named Evelyn Hart crawled into Grandma's leaky shed and examined every painting, flipping each one over to study both sides. The next day, every last painting was gone. Finished oils, sketches, pigment records, old photographs, frames. Everything cleared out overnight. Three months later, Grandma walked into Evelyn's gallery and saw her own painting, Madonna of the Red Rock, hanging in the brightest spot. But the brass nameplate beside it bore Evelyn's name. She lunged for the painting. The security guards pried her fingers loose and dragged her out the door. That night, a blizzard sealed off the roads. She pounded on the glass, but no one came. The next morning, when I found her outside the gallery, her body was already frozen solid. After the funeral, I went to clean out what was left of the burned shed. Inside the lining of an old brush pouch, I found a small scrap of painted canvas. It was a piece Grandma had trimmed off while repairing Madonna of the Red Rock. The thief had missed it. I tucked it away and kept it. For twenty years. Twenty years later, I was the compliance director at an international art marketplace. A young woman submitted an auction application for a series of paintings. The Desert Madonna Series was about to be sold to collectors and private museums around the world. The collection was valued at more than $150 million. I opened the file. In the artist field, I stared at the name for a long time. "Application denied."