Legitimate Daughter Novels

Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund. While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin. They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever. "Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered. Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother. For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog. Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her? She refused to be their victim anymore. Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield. Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck. At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.

I am the eldest legitimate daughter of the Gallagher family, a prominent military household. Since childhood, I stayed by my father's side, guarding the rugged borders of the North. When I returned to the Capital for my arranged marriage, I discovered my older brother had taken in a distressed showgirl from a high-end burlesque club. He was completely whipped, doing whatever she asked. He even agreed to let her steal my identity and marry the young Marquis in my place. The two of them conspire

Yara was the legitimate daughter of the pack, and I was just the bastard. She was born into the light, while I was hidden in the shadows. She hated my existence, viewing my talent and my face as a threat to her status. Since we were children, she bullied me and snatched away everything I loved. She even stole the white wolf pup my mother gave me before she died. She slit its throat and threw its cold body at my doorstep. My father, the Alpha King, remained silent about her cruelty.

I was the legitimate daughter of a Duke, exiled for years and finally forced into a political marriage to save my family's declining status. But on my wedding night, I woke up paralyzed on the cold stone floor, only to find my new husband entangled in my marital bed with my malicious half-sister. It was a carefully staged humiliation. My sister mocked me from the tangled sheets, while my husband looked down at me with utter boredom and disgust. Worse yet, the suffocating incense filling the room was a potent aphrodisiac—a "wedding gift" supplied by my own biological father to break my will and ensure I became a submissive pawn. The original owner of this body died of heartbreak right then and there, suffocated by a lifetime of being treated like worthless garbage by her own blood. She didn't understand why her family hated her so much, or why they would conspire to destroy her dignity on the very night she was supposed to become a Duchess. But the timid girl who would have cried and begged was gone. Opening my eyes, the soul of a top-tier modern operative took over. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I pulled a six-inch steel hairpin from my hair, pressed the wickedly sharp point directly against my new husband's throat, and smiled. "I am the ghost who has come to collect your debts."

I was the illegitimate daughter of a powerful mafia Consigliere, forced to scrub their marble floors while my half-sister Cassidy lived like a pampered princess. When Cassidy was ordered to marry a condemned, brutally tortured Underboss in a deadly blood-oath execution, my father dragged me to the underground black site to take her place. They forced me into a cheap wedding dress and locked me in a pitch-black cell with a dying man, expecting us both to catch an executioner's bullet. My stepmother even handed me a small glass vial through the iron bars—the exact same poison she had used to slowly murder my pregnant mother years ago. "The Don is issuing the kill order tonight. Drink this. Save yourself the agony," she mocked. My father simply stood by and watched, willingly throwing me to the wolves just to keep his precious legitimate daughter entirely safe. I stared at the poison in my calloused palm, and then at the bleeding, terrifying mafia boss chained to the concrete wall. They honestly thought I was just a disposable pawn, meant to die quietly in the dirt so they could continue building their glamorous underworld empire on my mother's bones. But they forgot I inherited my mother's underground medical brilliance. I pulled a sterilized scalpel from my hidden trauma kit, looked the deadly Underboss right in the eye, and made a blood vow that would soon burn my family's entire empire to the ground.

I was the legitimate daughter of the Jones family, but my fiancé, Damien, was having a secret affair with my sister, Luna. On a stormy cliff, Luna pretended to slip. Damien arrived just in time to wrap her in his arms, looking at me with pure disgust. "Did you really think I would ever want you?" he sneered, condemning me without letting me explain. Despairing, the original owner of this body fell backward into the churning sea. To protect his and Luna's reputation, Damien told everyone I accidentally slipped. My own brother, Leland, believed their lies without question. He locked me up and ordered the butler to whip me for embarrassing the family. I even discovered from a blood test that my "innocent" sister had been slowly poisoning me for years. They all thought I was still that pathetic, submissive girl who would quietly die so Luna could take my place and marry into the prestigious Kensington family. But they didn't know the soul inside this body was now a top toxicologist and surgeon from the 21st century. I didn't just survive the freezing ocean; I also saved the life of Archon Caspian Kensington, the supreme lord of Damien's entire clan. When the Kensington envoy's carriage suddenly arrived at our estate, my brother proudly pushed Luna forward, expecting a grand marriage proposal. But the envoy walked right past her, stopped in front of me, and bowed deeply. "Lady Inez, the Archon requests your presence."

I was the legitimate daughter of the Hutchinson family, brought back from the mountains after years of living in poverty. But my biological parents didn't love me. They only brought me back to take my sister's place and marry a dying man for a 300 million dollar capital injection. In that house, I was worse than a stray dog. My mother locked me in the basement, and my father only saw me as a prop for his investors. Meanwhile, Cornie played the crying victim, twisting her designer skirts while everyone comforted her. "You marrying into the Vanderbilt family is a blessing you don't deserve. It saves us the trouble of looking at you." I couldn't understand why my own blood treated me like a disposable price tag while treating the other daughter like a princess. Since family ties meant nothing to them, I forced my father to sign a legal document severing all ties with me permanently before I signed the marriage agreement. I thought I was just escaping one cage for another with a dying billionaire. But when I got into his Maybach, my new husband wasn't just breathtakingly handsome. When he saw the cheap silver pendant on my neck, his cold facade completely shattered. He pulled out a matching half-circle pendant, crushing me into a desperate, bone-breaking hug. "From this second on, you are mine. Anyone who makes you cry—I will tear them apart."

Eloise Ferguson was the legitimate daughter of a powerful Senator, yet she was treated like a hysterical burden by her own family. In her past life, her parents forced her to marry a sadistic billionaire for political funding. When she resisted, they locked her in a psychiatric facility, drugged her, and left her to die in restraints while her "fragile" cousin Jaylene stole her life. She never understood why her mother hated her so fiercely. Why did her mother treat her brother Cortez and her cousin Jaylene like absolute royalty, while throwing her own flesh and blood to the wolves? Opening her eyes again, Eloise found herself back at age twenty-two, trapped in a restroom at a charity gala. Escaping her abuser, she used her awakened mystic abilities to look at her family's life forces. What she saw made her blood run cold. Thick, red biological cords connected her mother directly to both Cortez and Jaylene, intertwining in a perfect symbiotic bond. They weren't cousins. They were illegitimate twins born from her mother's secret affair. Eloise was the only true outsider in her own home. The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her entire life of abuse was just a cover-up for a nest of parasites stealing her father's name and her inheritance. But this time, she refused to be their victim. Armed with an unchallengeable executive order she blackmailed out of the United States President, Eloise crushed the hidden microphone in her bedroom. "Game on, Mother."

Arden Monroe was locked in a sterile psychiatric room by her own flesh and blood. Not long after, her brother Delmar arrived with a cold ultimatum. He demanded she publicly break her engagement so her fiancé Brenden could marry her half-sister Kallie. If she refused, the doctors would declare her legally unstable, and she would rot in this asylum forever. In her previous life, Arden fought back desperately. As a result, her family froze her trust fund and completely destroyed her reputation in high society. They even framed her fiercely loyal assistant, Jennie, throwing her into a terrifying concrete cell to silence her. When Arden had absolutely nothing left to take, they orchestrated a tragic accident. She was left to burn alive in an abandoned warehouse, feeling her own bones turn to ash. Until she died, she didn't understand. She was a Monroe, her father's legitimate daughter. Why did her father and brother hate her so much? Why did they collude with political enemies to slaughter her maternal grandfather and uncles just to strip away her protection? Opening her eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, and she was back on the day Delmar came to force the breakup. "I'll do what you want," Arden whispered, perfectly masking her cold, murderous resolve. This time, she would inherit the secret Beaumont wealth, ally with the dying General Donovan Mathews, and burn their world to the ground.

**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.