The Commander's Obsession for His Heiress

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 737 | Released on: 31/03/2026

high ceilings of the living room. He dem

He leaned heavily on his silver-headed cane, his f

o panic in her eyes at being caught. There

et out a pathetic, wailing cry, trying t

apped the flat side of the tactical blade against Sera

reached out, trying to use his fatherly auth

head. She smoothly shifted her weight, dodging Ha

er her knuckles in a flawless, deadly blur. With

et of her leather jacket. She watched coldly as he

rds. He pointed a shaking finger at Jordan, accusin

te, behind the reinforced, bulletproof windows of a highly classified AEGIS

the Manhattan skyline

hair by the window. He wore a pure black

played the hacked, high-definition feed of the Whitley Manor's internal security

mouth. His deep eyes gleamed with the sharp, predat

ectly captured the way Jordan retracted that knife. I

ta instantly. That kind of muscle memory did not come

ed open. His deputy, Drew Foster, walked i

ion into the Brooklyn black-market

e a low hum of acknowledgment, his eyes st

e blurry figures moving inside the digital layout o

accusations. She fired back, mocking their hyp

s chest heaved as he warned her that if she ever tou

ughed out loud. The sound was dry and filled with

ed out a limitless black card. She t

e Persian rug and stopped right nex

nced that she never needed their charity, and w

nally lowered the tablet. He picked up a glass o

head and ordered Drew to run a full background check

never cared about spoiled heiresses. But Drew nodde

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Luo Ye Romance

“After years away, I returned to the Whitley Manor for one thing: my dead mother's ruby necklace. I found it clasped around the pale, undeserving neck of my father's new, pregnant wife. But when I put a knife to her throat to take it back, my own family turned on me. My father and grandfather didn't see a daughter defending her mother's memory; they saw a street thug threatening their precious new heir. They accused me of shaming their name and threatened to cut me off completely. To break my will, my father let my younger brother get arrested, hoping I'd come crawling back. Then, they summoned me to the hospital for my grandmother's "heart attack," where my father raised his hand to strike me for simply speaking the truth. He screamed that I was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. The raw hatred in his eyes told me everything. I wasn't his daughter anymore; I was just an obstacle to his new, happy family, a ghost he desperately wanted to erase. After their final pathetic performance, I turned my back on them forever. The Whitley name and its blood-soaked money meant nothing to me. I thought I was walking away alone, but as the hospital elevator doors closed, my brother Julian forced his way in. He had finally seen their masks, and he chose to follow the monster.”