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The Billionaire’s Heir I Never Knew Was Mine

Sienna Adams’s life is anything but peaceful. She’s burdened by debts that aren’t hers and running from a past she refuses to face. Love isn’t on her mind... until she encounters Zachary Sterling. Zachary is a man shrouded in secrets. The only softness in his life is his son. Sienna should have been nothing more than a passing stranger, someone he would never recall. But something about her makes it difficult for him to walk away. Sienna doesn’t realize that Zachary is the leader of a powerful company. And Zachary doesn’t know that Sienna is the woman who once carried his child… and then vanished without a trace. Or perhaps he is the reason she vanished...? As the truth begins to surface, their past and present become intertwined. Feelings grow deeper, secrets grow darker, and love becomes dangerous. And this time, walking away may no longer be an option. ___ Excerpt: For a second, Sienna just stared at her phone as if it had suddenly become a magical object. Her mind felt slow, like it was wrapped in soft cotton, and her head leaned slightly to one side as she processed the voice. “Wow… wow…” she whispered, her lips curving into a wide, delighted smile. “Mr. Handsome Zach, it’s you…” There was a brief pause. “Yes, it’s me,” Zachary replied, though now his tone carried a clear trace of confusion. “Sienna… are you drunk?” “Wow, I'm surprised! Mr. Dangerous-for-my-sanity, you accepted my call…” she continued instead, completely ignoring his question. Then she laughed. It wasn’t her usual quiet laugh. It was light, free, and a little too loud for someone sitting alone in a dark apartment. The sound filled the room, bouncing off the walls, making her feel like she wasn’t alone at all. On the other end, Zachary stayed silent for a moment, clearly trying to understand what exactly was happening. “Sienna,” he said again, more firmly this time, “where are you now?”
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I Transmigrated into a novel i called stupid: Cold CEO Contract Bride

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.
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