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Stolen Fortune, Stolen Heart: The Caged Ward

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 985 | Released on: 30/01/2026

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nd whipped his words away, but the

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o the giant neon 'W' sign behind him. "Your fianc

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, grabbing Cinnamon's a

otel... if he blames Arturo..." The IPO. The SEC investigation. A suicid

t Arturo's comp

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s. The hotel manager ran out, pale and sweating. "Ms.

me up.

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r office of Watts Capital, Arturo

on Watts Hotel Ro

drained from his face, leavin

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. Cinnamon stepped out onto the gravel surface. The wind

of the helipad, twenty feet away

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toward the adjacent building, ensuring Mia's operative had a clear

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ry instinct screamed at her to run, but she forced herself

d the blade.

as ten feet away. She could

lled the air. It grew louder, vibratin

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the tail rose up over the edge of the building

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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.”