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Broken Doll's Revenge: The Heiress's Sting

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1100    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

at down on the manicured green of the golf cour

shirt that was two sizes too big and a pair of shorts that she had dug out of t

Hunter was the kind of man who had never been told "no" in his entire life. He

g with his driver. The ball sailed into t

Anna. He looked at the

yson said. He didn't sound co

Rough night, huh?

om the cooler in the cart. He took a sip, then

his," h

, Hunter shifted his weight. His elbow knocked into

lipped from

r Grayson's pristi

ghter s

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it up,"

re other groups of golfers n

hispered. "I don

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her ears. The humiliation was p

led out the microfiber tow

the freshly cut grass and the leather polish. She co

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for a second, then

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at the top of Anna's

umps off a bridge. Something. She lo

hundred," G

topped

asked, sounding impressed. "T

was calm, certain. "I own the debt. I own the hou

the na

ered something

r ears. It sounded like a siren, dis

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. The pen scratching across the document that signed aw

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orld

crambled backward, away from

like it was being crushed by a hydr

ce sounded far away.

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ng for air. Her fingers dug into t

Hunter asked, sounding mo

on said. He sounded bored. "

ing so fast it felt like a hummingbird trapped in her ribc

elp..." sh

his phone. He didn't dial 911.

he's having an episode. Take her to the c

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of a black SUV. The leather s

as wiping the last spot of water from his shoe with the towel sh

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ss too

room. It smelled of a

sedative drip. Her body felt h

her eyes

ea

aring that cheap suit he always wore, the

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data," Felix s

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ed at the

ars on her misery, watched her collapse, and then l

her temple and into her h

into a fist. The IV tu

the na

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Broken Doll's Revenge: The Heiress's Sting
Broken Doll's Revenge: The Heiress's Sting
“I was Grayson Warren's "broken doll," a disgraced socialite kept on a short leash to pay off my family's debts. To the world, I was a fragile liability; to Grayson, I was a pet he could humiliate for sport, forcing me to play the role of a mentally unstable girl while I secretly gathered evidence against his empire. The cruelty peaked when Grayson forced me to break three years of sobriety in front of his investors, mocking my struggle before making me kneel on a golf course to scrub his shoes. He treated my life like a game, literally betting my sanity against a corporate board seat while he soft-launched a new relationship with a high-profile PR queen. When the pressure triggered a massive panic attack, Grayson abandoned me in a private clinic just so he wouldn't miss a dinner reservation. Even my own mother turned against me, threatening to leak my psychiatric records and brand me a "violent delusional" if I didn't beg for Grayson's forgiveness. I was trapped between a man who owned my debt and a mother who valued her estate over my daughter's life. I realized then that they would never let me go; they would only break me until there was nothing left. They thought they had erased my soul, but they forgot I was the only witness to the night my true love, Felix, was murdered. I was done being the victim. I faked a suicide jump off the Queensboro Bridge to go off the grid, then crashed Grayson's elite gala in a dress that signaled his downfall. Just as Grayson tried to physically crush me one last time, the room went silent. Felix Law, the man the world thought was dead for three years, walked out of the shadows with a federal warrant in his hand. "Take your hands off her, Warren." The game didn't just change; it ended. Felix was back from the dead, and this time, we were burning the empire to the ground together.”