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The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 657    |    Released on: 22/04/2026

k, let their eyes scrape over her like sandpaper. The silence s

she wearing?" "She looks insane.

er fingers were wrapped so tightly around her champagn

ect concern. But her eyes were mocking, enjoy

with a sharp, rhythmic click. She picked up a flute of champagne and downed it in one g

wrist. The grip was bruising, cru

and expensive cologne. The sce

oked at his white-knuckled grip on her

nnis hissed, his jaw clenched tight

her fingernails lightly down the front of his tailored suit. She looked up at him

purred. "Isn't this what

seased, wiping his palm on his pants. He glanced around the room, ma

," he snarled. "Stop

king at his perfectly composed, hypocritical face made her sto

ed, his eyes feigning warmth. "Harlene, please. R

sharp as glass. "You were happy because

rol. He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging into her collarbones.

uching his ear. "You look just like all the oth

el catching on the edge of the carpet. She crashed into a

the room once again. Every hea

ed forward, his hand outstretched, his face the pic

f, brushing a shard of glass off her shoulder. Sh

id, her voice ringing cl

s face, leaving only panic. He realized

turning and melting into the crowd

om the bar. She turned, her eyes scanning the sea of faces until they l

n Ric

toward the woman, a mocki

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The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red
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“Harlene was locked out of her own family's estate in a freezing blizzard, still trembling from a severe panic attack. Her mother delivered a cold ultimatum through a security screen: attend her golden-child sister Estella's award gala, or lose her medical funds. To make it worse, her ex-fiancé, Dennis, had chimed in to call her embarrassing and pathetic. At the gala, Harlene was treated like a diseased outcast. Dennis fiercely protected his new lover, Jailyn-the very woman who had stolen Harlene's designs. But the ultimate betrayal came when Estella flaunted a silver-embroidered antique dress. It was Harlene's grandmother's dress, her only pure memory of love, handed over to the enemy as a trophy. When Harlene demanded answers, her own father slapped her across the face in front of the press, just to protect their pristine image. They had stolen her career, her fiancé, and her inheritance, all while branding her the crazy, unstable daughter. The sheer hypocrisy and cruelty finally severed the last thread of her sanity. Why should she play the silent victim while they played the perfect family? Instead of crying, Harlene smiled. She drew a hidden dagger, slashed the antique dress to ribbons, and dragged Estella and Jailyn to the center stage. Standing under the blinding spotlight with a bloody blade, she looked out at the terrified crowd. "The Beaumont family is done hiding," she declared into the microphone. "Tonight, the curtain falls."”