On the night I saved billionaire Damian Blackwood from drowning, I never imagined it would lead to an unexpected pregnancy—or unleash a storm that would shatter my entire existence.

That fateful evening, I watched from the shadows as my identical twin sister Chloe—the sister I never knew existed—stole my identity and the credit for saving Los Angeles's most eligible bachelor, her practiced smile gleaming with victory while my truth drowned in silence.

Fleeing from betrayal with nothing but my pride and an unborn Blackwood heir growing inside me, I found unexpected allies in the most unlikely places. Damian would never suspect his child was being carried by the woman he barely remembered—a convenience store cashier with secrets as deep as his own.

My origins are shrouded in darkness, sold at birth by parents who kept my sister but discarded me like yesterday's trash.

By cruel twists of fate, I was forced back into Damian's orbit.

Slowly, I began to sense our connection might not be as accidental as it seemed, as if unseen hands were manipulating our lives from the very beginning.

When all the secrets finally surface, I may find myself standing against those I've grown to love.

To reclaim my stolen identity? Or to protect the new life growing within me?

I, Willow Clark, face the most devastating choice any woman could ever make!

(This novel contains mature themes including pregnancy, family betrayal, and complex relationships. Reader discretion advised.)

During her late-night ride home on her beat-up Honda motorcycle, Willow Clark—known as "Wildfire" at the Sunset Strip Lounge for her electrifying dance performances—spots a drowning man in the Los Angeles River. Without hesitation, she uses a nearby life ring to save him, performing CPR to bring him back from the brink of death.

Little does she know her rescue victim is Damian Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood empire and one of L.A.'s most powerful businessmen. Known for his ruthless tactics and ice-cold demeanor, Damian is used to calculating every move based on profit margins and strategic advantage.

When Damian offers Willow a million-dollar reward for saving his life, she's stunned. But when that million dollars suddenly transforms into a marriage proposal, Willow realizes she's in over her head.

"I just want the reward money, not you!" Willow protests.

"You risked your life to save mine. The only way I can repay such a debt is to offer myself in return," Damian replies with unexpected intensity.

"Why? Did you ask if I even want to marry you?"

"Well, do you want to marry me?"

"No!"

"Then I could always move into your place instead," he suggests with a rare smile.

"Blackwood, you have no shame."

"Compared to winning you, shame is worthless."

"Then... I don't want the money anymore."

"The money's already in your account. It's too late to back out now."

Willow is trapped. In a city where good deeds rarely go unpunished, she saved a life only to find herself entangled with a man whose world couldn't be more different from hers. As family secrets emerge and hidden enemies circle, Willow must decide if the flames that draw her to Damian will consume her—or forge something unexpected in the heart of Los Angeles's most enigmatic billionaire.

Destined Marriage: When Fate Delivers a Billionaire

Chapter 34

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Willow's POV
"Thanks for the ride," I said as I slid into Beckeet's sleek BMW, the leather seats cool against my skin. His unexpected appearance outside the hospital entrance had been a small mercy—my motorcycle was still at the club.
"No sweat, Wild," Beckeet replied, smoothly pulling away from t...

Willow's POV

"Thanks for the ride," I said as I slid into Beckeet's sleek BMW, the leather seats cool against my skin. His unexpected appearance outside the hospital entrance had been a small mercy—my motorcycle was still at the club.

"No sweat, Wild," Beckeet replied, smoothly pulling away from t...

Chapter 12