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Stolen Fortune, Stolen Heart: The Caged Ward

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 994 | Released on: 30/01/2026

. She had done it. She had faced the Wolf of Wall Street and walked aw

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the stray cat s

any stepping out of the adjacent car, clutching a Birkin bag like a sh

d coolly. "I'd love to

ng doors. "Coming from his office? Did you have to get on your kn

d upstairs shattered. She stepped forward, using her height-she w

n said, her voice deadly quiet. "And how's your an

red. She raised her hand, palm

. It was effortless. She squeezed, j

woman's hand away. "You want to make a scene? The security guards here work for Arturo. Who

ou think he cares about you? You stupid little girl. He's using

froze. "W

d too much. Her eyes darted

amon demanded,

d Arturo's been cleaning it up for years. He needs you to sign off on the final transfer. That's w

n money? Her father died bankru

mon said, but her voi

innamon, knocking her shoulder hard enough to

ed over. "Ms. Taylor?

ing a smile. "I'm fine. Ms. Watts was

and escorted a protesting

g over the guard's shoulder. "You'll regret th

mon like a physica

e Mi

e uncontrollably. Chase. The guy from college. The one who sent her jars of his hai

n a psychiatric facilit

call the driver. She walked blindly down the busy s

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t, panic-stricken gasps. She ordered a black coffee ju

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as a black square. Th

s a p

treet, wearing a charcoal pencil skirt a

From behind. Take

el is back. She looks so

, staring out the window at the throngs of people rushing past. Ever

e was watching

Arturo. Her thumb hovered ov

in her head. He's using y

up. He would use this as an excuse

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led Mia

steadying with grim purpose. "Pl

said. "Where are

exactly as I say. Get a burner phone. Contact that freelance security guy, the ex-Mossad one we used for that auction in

the coffee cup, but the warmth didn't penetrate

ie lowered his phone. He smiled, a jagged, broken thing. He watched the

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“I stood in the corner of the grand ballroom, trying to stay invisible despite the massive diamond on my finger. As the fiancée of the billionaire Arturo Watts, I was supposed to be the most envied woman in the room, but the suffocating scent of lilies felt more like a funeral than a gala. A waiter's elbow clipped my arm, sending my clutch crashing to the floor and spilling its contents for everyone to see. Among my lipstick and phone lay a heavy, glittering brooch-the Pink Star diamond-that had just been reported stolen from the neck of a billionaire socialite. "Thief! Just like her father," the crowd hissed as cameras flashed like gunfire in my face. Tiffany Watts ground her heel into my bag, her eyes gleeful as she watched the "scammer's daughter" finally get caught. Just as security reached for my wrists, Arturo stepped out of the shadows, but he wasn't there to save me. He grabbed my face and kissed me with a brutal, bruising intensity, branding me in front of the news drones to turn my humiliation into a PR stunt for his company's stock price. I thought I was being protected, but I soon realized I was just a prisoner in a gilded cage with new locks on the windows. I discovered the truth Arturo was trying to shred: I wasn't his fiancée, I was his "key code." He was using my name to access fifty million dollars of my father's hidden money, and he had blocked my FBI application to ensure I'd never uncover the trail. "I did it for you," he whispered, standing over me with the same cold, unreadable eyes he used on his business rivals. He thought he could buy my silence with designer gowns and a fake romance, but he forgot that I am my father's daughter. I'm done being a liability in his corporate games. I've found the secret account and recorded his confession. If Arturo Watts wants to treat me like a target, I'm going to make sure I'm the one who hits the mark and takes every cent he's hiding.”