The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

Chapter 6

Word Count: 639 | Released on: 30/04/2026

r slammed aga

san Mckee rushed i

e floor with blood on her mouth

traight to Calista. Calista was still standing by

rupted in Jett's eyes. The a

d Kassandra into her arms. "Who did t

est. Her body shook violently. She raised a

kill me," Ka

ng her head frantically. "S

ance between them in

fingers clamped down on her delicate

f pain. She felt like her wri

s bitch," Jett snarled,

lashes. She stared up at him, refusing to look away. "

away. He looked at her hands l

and scooped Kassandra up into his arms

er his shoulder.

you when we get ho

shot Calista a look of pure hatred, his

the marble counter. Th

. She pushed through the brass door

as empty, save

. He looked like a raging bull. He

ta. He didn'

her by the shoulders, slammi

his merger, I will skin you alive!"

ing backward. Calista lost her balance.

ed against the sharp edge o

crunch echoe

k. Her knees buckled. She slid down t

ushed down her neck, soaking in

t care. He raised his heavy leather s

suite at the end of

ectly tailored charc

foot. He moved w

arp, calculated twist, he threw the heavy man

geons in New York, stood over Bo.

from her,"

pressed two fingers to her neck, checked her p

body, lifted her unconscious form against h

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“Calista was the despised wife of billionaire Jett Holder, humiliated daily for not producing an heir. Even her biological parents treated her like garbage, giving all their love to their adopted daughter, Kassandra. At a high-society gala, Kassandra maliciously framed Calista by slapping her own face in the restroom. Without asking a single question, Calista's biological father shoved her into a marble wall, cracking her skull open. Bleeding and unconscious, she was saved by a passing surgeon. But when Jett saw another man holding her, he didn't care about her severe head trauma. He violently dragged her away, tearing her fresh stitches. He threw a check at her blood-stained face. "Go beg Kassandra for forgiveness. If she doesn't forgive you by sunrise, you're getting divorce papers." Calista stared at the man she had slept next to for three years, her heart finally shattering into dust. She didn't understand why her own family would rather see her dead, or why her husband blindly protected a venomous liar while treating her like a disease. Sitting in the hospital bed, her best friend handed her a sleek black card for Manhattan's top divorce attorney. A powerful surgeon had also offered her the resources to completely disappear. Looking at the torn check on the floor, the freezing numbness in her chest turned into a spark of rebellion. She wasn't going back to that house; she was going to make all of them pay.”