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The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 908 | Released on: 02/02/2026

IP suite slammed shut,

the model away with enough force that she

!" Elise

t across the room. It smashed against the wall, shattering a fram

bing their purses and flee

d worst influence, stood in the corner, ho

was just a loyal

er by the lapels of his jacket and slammed him against

His eyes were bloodshot, the alcohol in his

phone. He unlocked it-the passcode was the same a

er Vance, sent ten minutes ago

een. The betrayal tasted

away. Carter st

ngerously low. "And if Azura hears a

urred into streaks of neon as the car sped downtown. She stared out th

opened her messaging app. She

iece of forensic software she used for work. In seconds, she had exported their entire chat

Instagram. WhatsApp. Phone. She exited

at the top of her screen. It was fro

e failed t

ct. It was dark and silent. The expensive furniture, the modern art, the floor-t

e sat down at the minimalist desk, opened a ruggedized laptop, and began analyzing the data stream already coming in from her analyst. The club's securit

up. Eliseo. Again. And agai

o go faster. Panic was setting in, a cold, creeping drea

edroom, but to the single, spartan guest room. She went

ailed dossier on the Fitzpatrick

o labeled 'Moral Turpitude.' She did the mental math, calculating the leverage this incide

door loc

stain on his shirt drying into a dark, ugly

hest heaving. He expected screaming. He exp

d up. Her fa

nd me,"

terrifying. It wa

. "It was Carter. It was a setup. I didn't

aid. She closed th

s shoulders saggin

small, humorless sm

by Harper and Carter. I believe you put your

. His guilt morphed instantly into

anything wron

t him. She didn't

in the guest

topped when she turned her head.

door. The sound of the lock clicking into plac

table. The black dossier was sitting there. The red circle ar

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The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

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“I spent three years playing the "low-maintenance" fiancée to Eliseo Fitzpatrick, a billionaire who believed he'd rescued me from a life of discount clothes and rural poverty. I kept his secrets and balanced his books, treating our engagement like a cold, professional audit. But on my twenty-sixth birthday, the balance sheet finally broke. My best friend dragged me to a surprise party that turned out to be an ambush. I walked into a VIP suite to find Eliseo dazed and disheveled, with models draped over his lap and his shirt stained with wine that looked like a fresh wound. When I tried to leave, Eliseo's guilt turned into a weapon. He pinned me against the door and hissed that without him, I'd be nothing but a country girl in Walmart rags. The next day, his "close friend" Sloane was in our apartment wearing his shirt, laughing that it was only a matter of time before she took my place in his bed. At his grandfather's funeral, his family didn't even hide their contempt. His mother called me a gold-digging nobody, and his brother mocked me in front of the grieving crowd. "So, you're the village girl who tricked my brother?" They thought I was a penniless pawn, a girl they could discard now that the patriarch was dead and the Fitzpatrick fortune was up for grabs. I stood in their library, listening to them argue over the spoils of a man they never loved. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. I just waited for the lawyer to open the final folder. "Arthur Fitzpatrick appointed a new executor," the lawyer announced, and the room went silent. "It's Flavia Lancaster." I looked at my stunned fiancé and his greedy family, then pulled out my phone to freeze every single one of their bank accounts. "The audit begins now."”