The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 607 | Released on: 02/02/2026

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The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

Bao Fu Ya Ya Modern

“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."”