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?

“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.

Maya grew up in the shadows of Stonehaven — the maid's daughter, human and invisible among wolves. Alec was the Alpha's son, her childhood friend, her first love, her impossible dream. One stolen night changed everything. When Maya discovered she was pregnant, she ran. What she carried was impossible, forbidden, the kind of secret that gets you killed. So she disappeared into the human world and raised her daughter alone, always looking over her shoulder, always one step ahead of discovery. Seven years later, her daughter's power erupts in a surge felt by every pack for a hundred miles. Alec tracks it expecting rogues or a territorial challenge. Instead he finds the woman he thought was dead and the daughter he never knew existed. The love he never got over. The family he never knew he had. Maya is out of options and out of time. She goes home to Stonehaven with her heart in pieces and her daughter in her arms — back to the man she left, back to the pack that never wanted her, back to face wolves who see her child as something that shouldn't exist. Alec will burn the world to protect them and Maya will face any danger to keep their daughter safe, but the little girl caught between them carries a power no one has ever seen — and her surge awoke something in the northern mountains. Something dark and ancient that's coming to claim her. An impossible love. A dangerous secret. A choice that changes everything.

“I’m coming back anyway,” she muttered under her breath. “To take back what’s mine and avenge my mom’s death.” Sixteen years ago, Amber Shaw lost everything. After her mother's death, her father handed her inheritance to his mistress, abandoned her, and erased her existence from the family that should have protected her. Raised far from the glittering world of New York's elite, Amber grew up believing she would never return. Until a single letter changed everything. Now she's back and the family that cast her out wants her gone again. Their solution? Cancel her engagement to Oliver Winchester, heir to the most powerful dynasty in New York. But Amber has no intention of walking away. Especially after a chance encounter with a dangerously handsome stranger fleeing assassins—a stranger who turns out to be Oliver himself. As secrets buried for decades begin to surface, Amber discovers that her mother's death, her stolen inheritance, and the Winchester engagement are connected by a truth powerful enough to destroy empires. And this time, she's not the girl they abandoned. She's the woman coming to take everything back.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

I went to the bank to report a lost debit card. The teller casually asked, "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" Stunned, I froze. "What patent royalties?" The screen revealed that one of the accounts showed a quarterly deposit of $300 thousand in patent royalties. My mind went blank for a full three seconds. Then I remembered that, five years ago, my wife, Danica Pearson, had handed me a stack of documents, saying it was part of the company registration process. She said I "only understood technology, not business", effectively turning me into a figurehead consultant. I took a deep breath and told the teller, "Link it to the new card. From now on, transfer every payment directly to my personal account." That night, while Danica was overseas on a business trip, she booked the earliest flight home. At 2 a.m., she pounded on my bedroom door.