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Spectacular Comeback Of The Betrayed Heiress

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 806    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

ion making Allegra's stomach drop. The do

tepped forward, forming a tight semicircle arou

Kyler marched out, his face like thunder. He

cissors tightened until

orillas, Mom, Rosalie's voi

into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out

r slipped from his pocket and flut

the document burned into her retinas: Urgent Extradition &

d half an inch, trapping the pap

Oh, and by the way, your premature labor wasn't an accide

d with her vitamins. Could it really be Kyler? The man who held her while she cried? Her

g the skin, using the sharp physical pain to anchor her

d of emotion. "Bring the sedatives dow

e surgical scissors clatter

l, agonizing wail. Her whole body convulsed. She sobbed,

th fake hysteria. "I'm so sorry, Kyler! I was just

lably, worked like a drug on Kyler. His massive ego fed

hone away. A look of supreme, conde

pulling her and the baby against his chest. He str

andice's floral perfume clung to the fabric. It made her want to

elchair toward the underground parking gara

door. He wore white gloves. His dark eyes flicked to

warned. He's Kyler's bagman for

ctim, and let Kyler lift her from the chair and p

inside. The cabin smelled of rich leathe

pulling at the edge of the blanket. "Let

utching the bundle to her chest. She loo

. "Let me hold her for one night. Just tonight. Tomorr

lls would remain viable in the cold body for another twenty-four hours. And in

his hand back. "A

garage and merged into the h

nted glass. Beneath the blanket, her thumb stroked her daughter's warm cheek. I am going t

arage of their penthouse building. T

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Spectacular Comeback Of The Betrayed Heiress
Spectacular Comeback Of The Betrayed Heiress
“I spent ten years blindly devoted to my husband, Kyler, building a perfect life together. When I went into premature labor, he held my hand and promised everything would be fine. But the moment I woke up in the VIP delivery room, the doctor coldly declared my newborn daughter dead. Kyler rushed in, his face a mask of grief, insisting on taking her body away immediately to handle the arrangements. If I hadn't heard my supposedly dead baby's telepathic voice echoing in my head, I would have handed her over. She told me Kyler had poisoned my prenatal vitamins to induce early labor. He bribed the medical team to fake her death so he could harvest her rare stem cells to save his sick mistress. And worse, he had pulled the security detail from our eight-year-old son's school. He was letting cartel kidnappers take my boy just to force me to sign over my family's billionaire trust fund. The man I kissed every morning was a monster wearing my husband's skin. How could he smile at me while planning to murder our children and drain my family's wealth? The sheer terror and betrayal tore my heart into a thousand jagged pieces. But I didn't scream or confront him. Instead, I faked a hysterical breakdown, clutched my baby tight, and quietly contacted my family's private mercenary team. "File the injunctions. I want him destroyed by morning."”