The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 664 | Released on: 02/02/2026

office that was too cluttered. This was BioGeni

new BioGenix wasn't just a biotech firm; it was a shell company used by the Fitzpatrick

hunting for a cash leak. Her eyes moved across the

le hair, poked her head in. She was

irthday? What did t

d up. She fo

. unforgettable. I'm

Must be nice. Meanwhile, we're all wondering i

as critical. If the company folded before she found the evid

on it, Chloe.

iseo sat in his corner office. His assistant was droning o

lly, by noon, she sent a message. 'Have you reviewed th

, not

one rang. I

ked up the

said, his voice devoid of emotion, "I will send t

e down. It didn't m

out and flipped it open. A sapphire necklace glittered under the o

s indignation. He had bought her

n the BioGenix breakroom when her

rick? Your fi

econd. He knew where she worke

p's office was in a converted warehous

wearing a suit that cost more than the bui

er to him. She k

e you do

d out the

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t the box. She

apology, or

ing his voice. "Don't make a

oked at the stones, and snapped it

itable accessory for

r tote bag, letting it fall

n't have time to play

lked toward the elevator

ude. He had expected her to melt. Instead, he felt

sappear through the turnstiles. She l

e steering wheel. A cold knot of anxiety formed in his stomach. He

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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."”