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In the quiet city of Whitelock , New Zealand, secrets lurked beneath streetlights and silence. The government had one strict rule no mutants. Anyone caught with powers was executed on sight. No questions. No trials. Just blood and law. Behind the polished smile of Mayor Clark, fear ruled. His only son, Alan Clark, lived a life wrapped in privilege fancy cars, spotless uniforms, admiration from nearly every girl at school. Yet beneath all that, he felt... incomplete. Like something in him waited to awaken. It all started the night of the President's son's party. The lawns of the Danny estate glittered with golden lights. Music thundered. Laughter spilled into the air. Teens danced like they had no past no future. Just now. Alan stood alone at the edge of the pool, a red solo cup in hand, untouched. His jaw clenched each time Danny passed by with his arrogant smirk. Memories from the Freshers' Night burned in his mind shame, humiliation, rage. He should've never come here. Then it happened.

Living a life full of miseries, humiliation and rejection, Damon had only one reason to smile and that was his wife but everything came crashing down when his wife filed for a divorce because she's not getting what she signed for. Damon swore to get whatever will make his wife happy and hence the reason to journey out of his current location but instead of attaining it, things went blank for him… attempt on his life and sudden memory loss. After regaining his memory, he rushed back to his wife;the only family he had and loved but things have changed… A lot has changed. His past is back with dark secrets that turned him into a burning inferno of vengeance and his present offered him reasons to cause chaos. The kind hearted live-in son in-law Damon had turned into a Demon seeking ways to bring his nemesis down with no hope of ever rising up because as he rose to the top… Nothing would ever be the same.

Useless, broken, ordinary, worthless--these were the tags etched on Damien Hale's back by the people meant to be his family. Margaret Reed, his mother-in-law, and Victoria Reed, his own wife, mocked and humiliated him, dismissed as a mere stay-at-home son-in-law. But what no one knew was that he was far from ordinary. Behind the dirty apron and quiet smile was a man with unimaginable power, a man who gave up glory for anonymity and a family... until the day everything collapses. When Vanessa engages with her ex—the charming, manipulative Sebastian— in public, Damien becomes nothing more than a roadblock standing in the way of her “perfect future.” The insults grow bolder, the humiliation more public, and his dying marriage turns into battlefield. But when the Reeds push too far… Ethan finally snaps. As enemies rise and secrets unravel, Vanessa realizes too late that... the husband they bullied, is the king they should have feared. And now he was awake, the world would bleed before he bows again.

For twenty five years, Ethan Vale believed he was an ordinary man struggling to survive. His world shatters when a mysterious lawyer reveal an impossible truth he is the only son and rightful heir of Richard Ashford, the legendary billionaire who built the Ashford Global empire. Thrown into a world of unimaginable wealth, ruthless boardroom politics, and deadly conspiracies, Ethan discovers that his father’s death was no accident. Powerful enemies who stole the Ashford legacy will stop at nothing to keep their secrets buried, and Ethan becomes their next target. Armed with nothing but his intelligence, determination, and a handful of loyal allies, Ethan must outwit corrupt executives, expose a decades old conspiracy, and reclaim the empire that was stolen from him. But every step closer to the truth puts his life and the lives of those who stand beside him in greater danger. In a world where power is bought, trust is rare, and betrayal hides behind every smile, can the hidden heir rise to the top… or will he lose everything before claiming what is rightfully his? The Hidden Heir’s Revenge is a gripping urban billionaire novel filled

“Do you know who he is?” Aria whispered, her voice trembling. Her father scoffed. “Some nouveau riche fool trying to play king.” The man across the table smiled calm, sharp, untouchable. The room fell silent when he spoke. “It’s been a while, Mr. Elston.” The older man froze. Aria’s glass slipped from her hand. The name echoed in her head like thunder. Mikael. He leaned back, eyes unreadable. “Last time we met, you called me a waste bin.” “M-Mikael…” she stammered, her face pale. “Mr. Dray,” corrected the host beside him—her father’s new business rival. “My son-in-law and the current CEO of ValenCore Holdings.” The silence cracked like glass. Mikael’s smile deepened, just enough to sting. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to rebuild anything for you.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “I’m just here to watch what’s left… fall apart.”

“Look at him. Completely useless.” Whispers spread like poison as students mocked Asta. He stood alone before the crystal ball,his palms open, waiting for his family’s legendary flame. Nothing came. “No spark. Not even rookie fire. What a joke.” Laughter rang out. “I heard he killed his mother, like, he literally ate his way out from his mothers womb like a monster!” Asta trembled. “It’s not true… I saw the man in the black cloak…” The Empress rose,her eyes cold. “You worm. No flame. No worth. Get out of my sight you disgust me.” Asta walked away through jeers, to the labor pits. An old worker whispered. “They’re blind. I see the Legendary Dragon Flame in you...sleeping deep.” Asta stared at his palm. A dark smile grew. If the old man was right… he wasn’t weak. He was the strongest. When the Dragon Flame wakes, those who laughed will kneel in ashes. Did he awaken it? Did he take revenge? Dive into the fantasy to find out.

“ Let me introduce; This is Benedict Edward, my boyfriend and baby...” she introduced the guy before pointing at Griffin “ and this is Griffin Wright, well... I don’t know how to introduce him to you because he was always a fool and a nobody.” She explained and laughed shyly while the guy nodded his head. “ What?” Griffin exclaimed. He couldn’t believe his ears! Benedict Edward cleared his throat and sized Griffin up, secretly mocking his cheap clothes “ Oh! This is that loser guy you always tell me about, right?” He asked and Charlotte nodded. He also nodded with a smile before taking a step forward and he stretched his hands forward as if he wanted to shake hands with Griffin but he immediately withdrew the hand and cleaned it with his napkin ~ “ I can’t afford to dirty my hand by touching you, sorry. “ He said sarcastically and turned to face Charlotte. “ When did all these start? We’ve been together for 6 years and all we showed each other was love. Why this?” Griffin questioned with his eyes red and sad.

He cooked dinner for their anniversary. She didn't come home. When Rachel Salford finally walked through the door that night, drunk and dismissive, she had no idea that the quiet man she had spent five years calling useless was about to walk out of her life forever. Jason Salford asked for one thing. The divorce. Rachel laughed. She thought he was bluffing. He wasn't. She sent her lawyer to make sure he left with nothing. He signed everything without reading it. He asked for no money. No property. No settlement. Just his daughter. Rachel thought she had won. She had no idea what she had just thrown away. Because the man her friends mocked, the man her colleagues never met, the man she was ashamed to introduce at banquets, was not who she thought he was. He was never who she thought he was. And the most powerful family in Creston City was about to prove it. In front of everyone. *** Some men get angry when they are underestimated. Jason Salford just smiles. And that smile should terrify you.

Lucas Moreau spent three years as a live-in son-in-law to the Beaumont family — enduring daily humiliations, silent cruelties, and the slow erosion of his self-worth. When his wife, Céleste, betrays him in the most devastating way possible, Lucas walks out with nothing but his name. Or so he believes. That same night, a silver-haired man in a black Bentley finds him on the rain-slicked streets of Paris. The message is simple: Lucas's estranged grandfather, the patriarch of the Moreau dynasty — one of the oldest and wealthiest families in France — is dying, and he wants Lucas home. Armed with a centuries-old fortune, a brilliant mind sharpened by years of humiliation, and a fury that refuses to cool, Lucas does not simply reclaim his birthright. He dismantles every person who ever looked down at him — piece by piece, deal by deal, smile by cold, calculated smile. But as Lucas rises, he finds an unexpected compass in Isabelle Fontaine — a sharp-tongued master pastry chef who refuses to be impressed by wealth and sees through every one of his carefully constructed walls. In a world of glass towers and old grudges, can Lucas keep his humanity? Or will the hunger for revenge consume the one thing worth having?

Dive into a world where darkness reigns and a boy with lightning eyes holds the key to survival. Ten, born as the last dragon’s fire fades, wields its magical Tears, a power that lifts him skyward and shakes the earth. In the Four Kingdoms—Aethervale’s archers, Dracolys’ spellbladers, Ironcrag’s warhammers, and Starhollow’s staff-bearers ,a colossal, gorilla-like VOID unleashes lightning-fast Vocans, tearing villages apart. The dragon’s golden scales crumble, its ash whispering secrets, while Ten faces trials in the Forbidden Garden’s glowing pools, guarded by the fierce Therha. Helena, a warrior’s daughter snatched by the cunning Veyra, fights to break free, her bond with Ten sparking hope. Kenal, a traitor with a crooked smile, opens rifts with his cursed staff, serving the VOID’s dark will. As the Eternal Cave hums with ancient power, Ten’s eyes turn black, a mark tying him to the enemy. Will he save the kingdoms or fall to the VOID’s grip? With battles raging, tears falling, and a dragon’s legacy at stake, this epic tale of courage, betrayal, and sacrifice will grip you from the first page to the last breathtaking stand.