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Orchestrated Accidents: A Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1015    |    Released on: 26/12/2025

olve in it was unyielding. The auctioneer's gavel cam

, coated in the bitter taste of public defiance. I walked over to the payment desk, Jo

e a statement, Am

smiled politely, swiped the card, and then her smile faltered. She

gain," I said, my voice tigh

sorry, Miss Estrada," she said hesitantly. "B

y father freeze the Fellows' accounts, echoed in my ears

ped, my face flushing scarl

forward. He handed his own card to the clerk

rd. She swiped it. The machine be

s spread like wildfire through the room. "Estrada's accounts frozen? What on earth

't just about a necklace. This was a public execution of

the noise, calm and utterl

s. He handed his platinum card to the clerk. She took it, her hands trembling slightl

at me. Instead, he turned and presented it to Delilah, who was standing a few feet a

ce soft, an intimate caress. "A t

r mouth. "Oh, Devon! It's beautifu

spered something in her ear that made her giggle, a high, saccharine sound. The crowd watch

th his genius hacker mind, had orchestrated this. He had frozen my accounts, knowing I would bid, knowing he could publicly "rescue" Del

forward, his fists clenched. "You pla

n't he, Jordan?" I choked out, a raw sob escaping my throat. "He can manipulate anything. He

He could destroy

erous. "Stay away from her, Jordan. She's my fiancée. And she's going ho

not going anywhere with you." I turned and stumbled out of the auction house, l

aze of pain, anger, and utter despair. Jordan tried to visit, kn

idden panel. Inside, a small, discreet security device. My father, ever the paranoid businessman, had insisted on installing these, just in case. I

ered to life, showing a live feed of the Fellows' private lounge. They

mbled, taking a swig from a glass. "This is ge

o talk some sense into her? We need

ough the air, chilling and authoritative. He wa

ff" button. Fiancée. The word tasted l

broke the silence in the recording. "You really t

voice laced with chilling confidence.

g. He was right. That's what I had alwa

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