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Claimed By My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 809    |    Released on: Today at 17:04

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Claimed By My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
Claimed By My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
“Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan. But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating. The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan-the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin-stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything. Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth? Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear. "I will never beg him." Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.”