Reclaiming the Billionaire Heiress Throne

For five years, I hid my billion inheritance to play the perfect, poor fiancée.

My reward? Tristan let his "foster sister" humiliate me at the altar, then shoved me down the stone steps when I refused to laugh it off. He walked away, leaving me bleeding—and almost killing our unborn baby.

When he cornered me later that night to steal my startup, mocking me as a helpless orphan with nowhere to run, I finally stopped playing pretend.

I grabbed a hidden phone and called the ruthless billionaire I ran away from five years ago.