The Billionaire Love Reborn Series by Bertha Frost

He promised her forever, She even fell deeper in love. But the night Anna Cole discovered she was pregnant, her joy tasted more like ashes. She had just seen the man who promised her forever walking down the aisle, but not with her…. An arranged marriage, a forced union. Shattered by betrayal and hunted by humiliation, Anna fled the city with her unborn child, determined never to be a pawn in the Lancaster empire. Seven years later, she returns with one... moreHe promised her forever, She even fell deeper in love. But the night Anna Cole discovered she was pregnant, her joy tasted more like ashes. She had just seen the man who promised her forever walking down the aisle, but not with her…. An arranged marriage, a forced union. Shattered by betrayal and hunted by humiliation, Anna fled the city with her unborn child, determined never to be a pawn in the Lancaster empire. Seven years later, she returns with one. build a life for her son—far away from billionaire chaos, all their drama, and the man who destroyed her heart in pieces. But fate sometimes can be cruel. At a glittering gala filled with flashing cameras, wealth and ruthless whispers, Anna comes face-to-face with her greatest trauma…Graham Lancaster… and their little boy bumps into the father who never knew he existed. One look at Ollie’s eyes—his eyes—and Graham’s world fractures. The billionaire heir who once bowed to his father’s demands now faces the consequences of the lie he lived… and the love he buried. As Graham fights to step into the role he never knew was his, someone else is preparing for war. His ex-wife. Rachael DeLorne Lancaster—humiliated, discarded, and hungry for vengeance—refuses to be replaced. Her obsession spirals into something darker as she unleashes the media, manipulates the press, and drags Anna into a storm of scandal designed to break her. And the world is eager to watch a billionaire downfall. Headlines explode. Rumors poison the air. Cameras stalk their every move. Suddenly Anna is painted as a manipulator, their child Ollie as a trap, and Graham as a man torn between guilt, duty, and a love he never recovered from. But beneath the chaos, something dangerous starts to grow again—. a slow-burn pull neither Anna nor Graham could fight. Late-night apologies. Unspoken longing. Moments that feel painfully familiar. And a small boy who starts reaching for the father whose heart is already his. While Rachael sharpens her knives in the dark, Anna’s wall of defense begin to crack… and Graham finally becomes the man he should have been all along—protective, determined, and willing to go to war to keep his family safe. The media want a scandal. Rachael wants revenge. The world wants a show. But Graham wants his family back. Anna wants peace. And Ollie wants love. And sometimes… love is the one thing powerful enough to survive the fire. A story of betrayal, redemption, obsession, revenge, and a second chance love that burns slow, deep, and forever. less

Sophia Lane vanished seven years ago—erasing her name, her past, and the powerful family who nearly destroyed her. She built a fragile peace in the shadows, raising her daughter far from the city that once devoured her. But monsters have long memories. Forced back into the place she swore she'd never return to, Sophia immediately feels the city tighten around her throat. A black SUV mirrors her every move. Her phone fills with threats. Strangers ask the wrong questions... moreSophia Lane vanished seven years ago—erasing her name, her past, and the powerful family who nearly destroyed her. She built a fragile peace in the shadows, raising her daughter far from the city that once devoured her. But monsters have long memories. Forced back into the place she swore she'd never return to, Sophia immediately feels the city tighten around her throat. A black SUV mirrors her every move. Her phone fills with threats. Strangers ask the wrong questions. And the walls of her life begin to close in again—slowly, deliberately, like someone is guiding the nightmare. Then fate delivers the blow she feared most. Chase Becker. The man she loved. The man she lost. The man who never knew he had a daughter. One accidental encounter detonates every secret Sophia has bled to protect. Chase wants the truth. Sophia wants to disappear. But someone else wants control—and they’re willing to destroy anyone who stands in their way. Whispers multiply. Lies spread. The Becker dynasty cracks open, revealing a hunger for legacy sharp enough to steal a child. And then the city stops. Annie is gone. Taken in the dead of night by someone who knew exactly how to reach her. Someone patient. Someone ruthless. Someone with Becker blood. As the media erupts and the police escalate the case into a full-blown abduction, Sophia and Chase are thrust into a relentless hunt through a world where money erases sins and power silences screams. Old enemies crawl out of the dark. Unexpected allies emerge. And every clue twists deeper into betrayal. To save their daughter, they must confront the empire that once tore them apart… and the man willing to sacrifice anyone to keep his dynasty alive. This time, the storm isn’t coming—. it’s already here, and it wants blood. But when the truth is finally dragged into the light…. will Sophia and Chase still have a future to fight for, or will the storm burn their second chance to ash? less

Their special night out had taken weeks to plan. She had even rehearsed how she would tell Alen she was ready to try again after the last failed cycle. The first fracture came quietly. A notification. Alen had been tagged in a social media post by a woman. A baby needs consistency in the first weeks. Skin-to-skin. Night feeds. Patience. Rachael stared at the screen, confused. Why was someone tagging her husband in posts about newborn care? She clicked the profile. Young, Private... moreTheir special night out had taken weeks to plan. She had even rehearsed how she would tell Alen she was ready to try again after the last failed cycle. The first fracture came quietly. A notification. Alen had been tagged in a social media post by a woman. A baby needs consistency in the first weeks. Skin-to-skin. Night feeds. Patience. Rachael stared at the screen, confused. Why was someone tagging her husband in posts about newborn care? She clicked the profile. Young, Private. The bio new mom. The word lodged under her ribs. She told herself not to overthink it. Then she opened the messages. The chat unfolded like a crime scene that had been carefully cleaned. Pregnancy tests. Two lines. Then another. Messages about cravings, Doctor appointments, Exhaustion, Fear. I’m scared. What if I’m doing this wrong? He cries so much at night. Photos followed. A swollen belly. A hospital wristband. A tiny hand wrapped around a familiar male thumb. Rachael recognized Alen’s hand instantly. She had memorized it over seven years of holding it in waiting rooms, in prayer, in disappointment. The baby wasn’t coming. The baby was already here. Her throat didn’t close. Her hands didn’t shake. Her body betrayed her by staying calm. She scrolled further back. Months of coordination, Promises. One message stopped her breath. Does she suspect anything? Alen’s reply sat beneath it. No. She trusts me. Rachael closed the app. The dinner reservation reminder buzzed seconds later. She didn’t cancel it or confront him. She sat on the edge of the bed, perfectly still, while something fundamental inside her collapsed without sound. The divorce later arrived like a death certificate. And then she did what no one expected. She weaponized silence. Carefully. Quietly. Legally. Lies surfaced without confrontation. Financial manipulations. Timelines that didn’t align. Careers bruised. Reputations rotted. The truth leaked in controlled doses—never enough to absolve, always enough to wound. Rachael survived by becoming ruthless with her boundaries and cold with her memories. She didn’t heal. She fortified. Nothing touched her unless she allowed it. Then cruelty sharpened. Weeks after the divorce was finalized, Rachael discovered she was pregnant. After years of miscarriages. After doctors stopped offering hope. After she buried motherhood beside her marriage. The child was Alen’s. The irony was obscene. She told no one. This baby would not be collateral damage in a man’s redemption story. Alen, meanwhile, unraveled. The affair gave him nothing it promised. Therapy offered no comfort—only exposure. For the first time, he stopped explaining and started listening. He named his narcissism. His cowardice. His hunger for admiration. When the truth reached him—by accident—it didn’t save him. It broke him open. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He asked for accountability. And Rachael made him earn every breath of proximity. Because second chances aren’t romantic. They’re brutal. And sometimes love doesn’t rise from ruins. Sometimes it demands blood first. less