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The Heiress Returns: Too Late For Your Regret

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 607    |    Released on: Today at 15:51

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his way throu

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finger right

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gritted

ake this box away immediately. Sto

arm, blocking t

et of her jeans and pulled out

ped it down onto the marble tab

at an independent third-party notary she had contacted on her

der Preston's murderous glare

nted at t

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d directl

gle asset inside this trunk belongs to

rippled through

the document off

canned the

exact financial valuation of eve

the paper back

ur mind," he hisse

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his arms and s

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conflicted, hes

ash of greed l

m the table and quickly signed her

the ink dry

chain binding her to

y of the receipt, folded it, and

down at her f

nees crying, begging me to give these

bother to give hi

d walked straight toward the

er expect to spend another dime of this fa

not slow

he heavy oak

the damp air from the Atlantic Ocean

appeared into the heavy dar

rystal chandeliers sw

nable irritation t

fe for now. We will deal with it after

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The Heiress Returns: Too Late For Your Regret
The Heiress Returns: Too Late For Your Regret
“I died in a high-end psychiatric ward, only to wake up gasping for air in the icy water of a Hamptons infinity pool. Three years ago, I had been the naive girl who desperately craved the love of my wealthy brothers, but today, I was drowning while they prioritized the fake sister who was only pretending to choke. My brother Preston didn't even glance at me as he swam past to save her, and my other brother Brock threw a life ring at her while ignoring my struggle entirely. I clawed my way onto the deck, shivering and vomiting water, only to be met with their cold lectures and accusations that I had pushed her on purpose. They hovered over her with cashmere towels and fake concern, while I stood there, a soaked, disposable pawn in their twisted game of favoritism. I didn't cry, I didn't beg for their validation, and I certainly didn't care about their hollow threats anymore. I walked back into that house, packed every expensive gift they had ever used to buy my affection, and dumped it all in a trunk to return to them in front of the city's elite. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum, but they had no idea that the girl who died in that asylum was gone, and the one who returned was done being their victim.”
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