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Broken Doll's Revenge: The Heiress's Sting

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 743    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

ilding was lined with overflowing trash cans

to a halt, double-parkin

of a yellow taxi. She was

saw Grayson burst out

niverse today. His tie was crooked. His

tance between them

His fingers dug into her flesh th

houted. "What were you

on of milk burst on the pavement, wh

" she said. He

ing for broken bones, for signs of the water. When he realized

s lips. "You wanted to ruin the launch? Is that it? You

She felt a profound

," she said. "I was throwing awa

until I say we're done. You signed a contract. You owe t

is grip. He pu

hissed. "You're my

head. He trie

s of ownership. He wanted to mark her. He w

rs, hard and bruising. He

a wave o

how he used to kiss her like she was

as vio

this time. She d

t her knee

nnected solidly with his hip. It was e

wait. She sw

ac

k. The sound was sharp, like a p

ce. He looked at her with wide, shocke

ing in short bursts, "is the term

thing dangerous. He took a step fo

ey

. She was holding a pink canister of pepper spr

reamed. "I swear to G

d. A teenager pulled out a

er spray. He saw the milk pooling arou

s head in a split second. Assault

et. He smoothed his hair

for her. "Without me, you're nothing. You'll be starving in a week.

ach. He got in and slammed the door.

k. Her hand was stinging.

as shaking from the adre

and wrapped her

red into her hair. "You di

empty street wher

," she

own at the s

," Anna said. "I

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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.”