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The Ruined Heiress's Vengeful Comeback

Chapter 2

Word Count: 757 | Released on: Today at 20:02

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of the window. She closed her eyes, pretending to

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walked straight into the private elevato

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knee on the expe

llette's chin, forcing

rim of the gl

sips. The warm water soo

tely darted her tongue out, licking t

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the coffee table. The lo

jacket, his rough palm gliding ov

ripped through

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of Hartwell's

ntirely off the sofa, and

double doors of the

sive king bed, the temperature in the r

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The Ruined Heiress's Vengeful Comeback

Xin Zhi Modern

“Three years ago, Collette was framed in a vicious drug and sex scandal by her half-sister. Her father didn't ask a single question before banishing her to the gutters of Europe. She clawed her way back to New York for revenge, willingly becoming a disposable, cheap toy for the city's most dangerous billionaire, Hartwell Lara, just to use him as her weapon. But Hartwell's heart belonged entirely to his delicate future wife, Isabell. When Collette nearly died of severe pneumonia on a freezing balcony, Hartwell left her bleeding and alone to patiently peel apples for Isabell. Isabell then barged into Collette's hospital room, maliciously tore her life-saving CFDA design sketch to shreds, and brutally slapped her own face. "Collette... why are you being so mean to me?!" Isabell screamed, collapsing to the floor just as Hartwell violently pushed the door open. His dark eyes locked onto Collette, filled with the same absolute, chilling disgust her father had shown three years ago. Why was she always the one thrown away like garbage? Why did her own blood family destroy her, and why did the man she surrendered her dignity to trample her last hope for a liar? Staring at her ruined life's work beneath Isabell's designer shoes, the tiny crack of warmth Hartwell had left in Collette's heart froze completely. She didn't bother to explain or beg. She just smiled her signature empty smile, ready to burn the Norris family and the Lara Empire to the ground.”