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The Jilted Heiress: Her Secret Billionaire Life

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 491    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

d fighter's stance, absorbing the momentum. Glyn, expecting her to stumble, found himself pushin

hough her pulse was hammering in

k like a beggar, Dylan. You're embarrassing us. Loo

, recording. "Did you slee

h a look of polite disdain. He didn't

ling between his son and his granddaug

ke concern. "She's sick, Dad. Look at her. She's filth

ug into her palms. "I'm not sick. I'm wet because

spat from behind Belle. "C

eyes were hard, flinty. "Ask

. "She violated the dress code, sir.

ted. "See? Standards

ain. "You're white trash, Dylan. Always were. We took you out of that foste

hey had used them for years.

dia. "I repaid you

way forever," Belle whisp

arp sound that cut through the h

isit you at the hospital, Gra

, reaching for her. "Dyl

ar's full, Dad. No room for

ded Firman in, blocking Dylan's

lan one last time

house," he hissed.

door s

the wet pavement, sending a spray of muddy, oi

Please leave the premises

n her boots. She wiped a singl

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The Jilted Heiress: Her Secret Billionaire Life
The Jilted Heiress: Her Secret Billionaire Life
“I returned to the city for the only person who ever truly loved me-my dying grandfather. As the "forgettable" daughter of the wealthy Clemons family, I had spent years hiding my true identity as a world-class elite behind oversized hoodies and a silent, exhausted demeanor. But the welcome home was a nightmare. My family made it clear I was nothing more than a parasite, unaware that I had just saved a powerful stranger's life on the train or that I was the silent partner of the very club they were visiting. While they sipped champagne in a VIP penthouse I had secretly upgraded for them, they left me standing outside in a freezing downpour for hours. My cousin Belle recorded me, laughing as she called me a "drowned rat" for her social media followers. My father, Glyn, even sent me a formal notice revoking my access to the family trust, thinking he was cutting off my only means of survival. He had no idea my private bank account held eighty-five million dollars. The betrayal cut even deeper when I discovered the darkest truth: they were swapping my grandfather's life-saving medication for cheap generics just to pocket the extra cash. I stood in the mud, watching the people who shared my DNA celebrate their greed while they slowly killed the man who raised me. How could they be so blind? How could they treat me like trash while they lived off the crumbs of my secret success? "Enjoy it while it lasts," I whispered against the cold glass. I was done playing the victim and done hiding in the shadows to protect their fragile egos. I pulled out my encrypted phone and dialed my head of security. As an armored Range Rover pulled up to the curb and the city's most dangerous man watched me from the shadows, I realized I was done being the "charity case." It was time to show the Clemons family who really owned this city.”