The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

Chapter 7

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 30/04/2026

lights of the emergency room b

iseptic and rubbing al

ting room entirely. He pushed her

He grabbed a bottle of saline and began was

er head was deep. The edge

h," Finn said. His voice was

le of local anesth

rough her skull. Her body jerked upward. Her ha

rapped his warm, steady fingers around her freezing ones.

. Finn tied off the final stitch and tape

ergency contact," he stated firmly, unlocking the screen with her guided touch. He

ped her sit up on the edge of the bed.

completely white.

he whispered,

nded against the linoleum floor

to help her walk to

st. He had just settled Kassandra into a luxury VIP suite

looke

en dress. Then, his eyes loc

. Finn's arm was wrapped securely around her wai

e of possessive rage sl

tly into a nearby trash can.

d out and grabbed Calista's upper arm,

ped at the fresh stitches in her scal

al. He stepped forward

t against Finn's chest, s

touching my wife?" Jett roared. Hi

back down an inch. He stared righ

a husband, you're doing a pathetic job. She has a

yes snap

e on the back of her head. He saw the massive, da

A sharp, painful sque

blind faith in Kassandra i

ned. He let out a

what she did tonight," Jett sneered.

r the next research grant your hospital applies for will mysteriously

e an iron vice. He ignored her gasp of pain and dragged her d

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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.”