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Broken By The Heir, Claimed By Power

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1022 | Released on: 07/01/2026

k," Elena said, her voice

ckground noise of a TV show cut out. "What's wr

encer. He's engaged to

pure, unadulterated rage. "I am going to kill him. I am going t

in. Back

nutes away. If anyone t

und herself to stop the shivering. It wasn't just the cold; it was the

f the restauran

rom prep school. Chad was wearing a tuxedo with the tie undone, a cigarette

Chad took a drag, blowing

hell,

ook, don't be too hard on the guy. Spencer's jus

" Elena spat. "He

dy says no to fifty million dollars, swe

are for optics, girlfriends are for fun. You should be flattered. He r

poor

y case. A temporary diversion from their incestuous pool of wealth. She had thou

it in, reading books on etiquette, buying clothes she couldn't afford,

y from h

Chad, shoving his friend aside. Spenc

aining the facts of life," Cha

ed. Chad rolled his eyes but re

mother... she cut my cards. She threatened

ays a choice,

s voice took on a wheedling, manipulative tone. "You're being sel

shouted. "Who sent the text, Sp

linked. "

the address. The one t

dn't send that. I thought you...

laugh. She shoved her phone screen in

. He looked up, past Elena, toward the

," he w

a tu

ueen surveying a pigsty, was Victoria Kensington. She held a glass of whi

cli

stigated-to lure Elena here. She knew Spencer wouldn't end it. She knew he would try to keep Elena on the

ena whispered. "She

ling. He looked up at his mother with terrified eyes.

for Elena. For himse

marry. He looked small. Weak. A boy in a man's sui

vaporated. It was replaced by

ncer had given her for her birthday. It was a mass-produced piece f

," sh

im. She dropped it into

the rim of the dumpster, hor

sh," s

Harper's beat-up red Jeep Wrangler screeched to a halt, hopping the cur

across the passenger seat to throw the d

itate. She jumpe

staring into a dumpster for a n

he shouted, b

rshift into reverse. T

She saw Spencer shrinking into the distance. But above him, on the

tared at the dashboard, feeling the vibrations of the eng

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“I spent two years navigating the stratified air of Spencer Kensington's world, thinking I was the woman he loved. I even ate instant ramen for months to afford a vintage camera lens for our anniversary. When I got a mysterious text about "Operation Blue Moon," I thought it was our private signal for a proposal. Instead, I walked into a limestone fortress to find the Kensington and Van Der Woodsen Engagement Party in full swing. Spencer wasn't there for a romantic dinner; he was standing under a crystal chandelier, announcing his "business merger" with a blonde heiress. When I confronted him in a service hallway, he didn't apologize. He offered to buy me a brownstone and keep me as his "side project" while his mother, Victoria, watched from the balcony like a queen. "Vanessa is just furniture," he said, his voice full of a terrifying sincerity. "But you're the one I love. I can give you a life of ease." When I refused to be his dirty little secret, the retaliation was instant and brutal. By the next morning, I was fired from my reporting job, my father's nursing home funding was pulled, and I returned home to find my apartment condemned by the city. My entire life was piled in wet boxes on a rain-soaked sidewalk. I couldn't understand how one family could have the power to erase a person's existence in a single night. How could the man who kissed me yesterday watch his mother leave me homeless and penniless today? Standing in the rain next to my ruined belongings, a black SUV pulled up and Mayor Julian Sterling stepped out. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a deal. "The Kensingtons are panicked," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "And panicked people make mistakes. You have a reason to watch them burn. I want to see what you know." I took his hand, knowing he was just as dangerous as the people I was fighting, but I was done being the victim. This wasn't just a breakup anymore; it was a war.”