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The Ruined Heiress Makes A Comeback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 876    |    Released on: 06/05/2026

the private lounge cli

n the quiet room. The thick walls completely severed t

y lit by a few am

ring out the massive floor-to-ceiling wi

the expensive silk of her rented dress, her knuckle

ss in his hand caught the light. The ice cubes clinked against t

lowly dragged over her dress

afford," Carlisle said, his voice a low, mocking drawl.

the chest. Cierra's defens

, her voice shaking only slightly. "You can buy all the Tom

es darkened t

table with a hard thud. He closed the di

ctively scram

of a long banquet table covered in a

onal space, planting both of his large hands on the

The scent of bergamot and expensive ceda

. His warm breath br

his voice dangerously soft. "You said I would spen

cal dominance of his body pressing her

rying to slide under h

weight forward, his thigh brushing aga

threw her right arm b

r. It tumbled off the edge, the heavy glass striking Carlisle directly against his thigh. The cork popped from the violent impact, spew

went de

rror at the dripping fabric.

d leg. Then, he lifted his head. A terri

ng. She grabbed a linen napkin from the table and im

is fingers clamped around h

. Cierra let out a sharp cry o

octave. "It cost eighty thousand dollars. Tell me, Cierra,

or. Eighty thousand dollars. She

of her cheek unti

ow," she whispered, the humiliation burni

square from his breast pocket and wiped his fi

a new Social Media Marketing Director. You will submit a f

back, cross

r the suit and my wasted time is forg

one-million-dollar penalty fee for damages, and I will have my legal team send a dema

a job interview. It was an execution. She was an influencer who took

e's merciless eyes, she

she wh

s curved into

of my sight an

ble. She practically ran for the door,

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“I attended a high-stakes tech gala in a rented designer gown, desperate to secure a marketing contract to save myself from bankruptcy. But the new billionaire CEO turned out to be Carlisle, the penniless ex-boyfriend I had brutally dumped four years ago. He still thought I left him because he was poor, completely unaware I did it to protect him from my family's sudden ruin. Terrified of his revenge, I stayed up all night writing a business pitch. But my old laptop froze, and I accidentally emailed him my secret, highly explicit NSFW fan-fiction about him instead. He summoned me to his penthouse and accused me of prostituting myself for the contract. When I slipped and fell into his indoor pool, he violently shoved me away. "Save your cheap tricks. My bed isn't for women like you." Soon after, I received a formal sexual harassment warning from HR. He threatened to publicly bankrupt and blacklist me if I didn't present a flawless pitch at the executive dinner. I was crushed by the absolute humiliation. I packed my bags, ready to resign and run away just like I did four years ago. But then he sent one last email, mocking me. "Lumina doesn't need a coward who only knows how to pawn bags and run." That insult set my blood on fire. I wasn't a coward. I deleted my resignation, brewed black coffee, and started typing. Tomorrow night, I was going to shove the most brilliant marketing pitch straight down his arrogant throat.”