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From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 869    |    Released on: Today at 16:09

in the Beverly Hills

custom-fitted suit. He swirled amber whiskey ov

study opened. His manager

la folder. It was the cleanup r

ipped open the folder and glanced a

wn creased h

he died. He didn't

ally unstable former assistant," Guillermo said.

against the hardwood f

doorway, wearing a silk

orking on so ea

tantly. The coldness vanished, r

ver, and wrapped his

lematic former employ

sted her head against his chest

her shoulder, his eyes darted back to the

at a downtown Los Angeles hosp

avy in the air. A heart monitor b

d, the girl's ey

aving as if she had just been pu

r skull. Memories that didn't bel

g into her scalp. Cold sweat soaked thro

in subsided. When she opened them, the

her that she had been saved by a clandestine organization, her face entirely reconstructed through agonizing surgeries. S

up. The IV line p

ed the needle out of her hand. A drop

the bed and stumbled tow

s of the sink and st

trikingly beautiful, but it was buried under

he cupped her hands and splashed

til it turned red, washi

face was clean. The fea

eyes hardened into

hospital room swung

marched into the room. She threw her designer

ack of papers and a sleek new smartphone onto th

out of the bathroom.

ng that Effa actually took a ste

ook at me like that. If you don't sign it, you owe the agency

access the digital banking app left open in the background. Her eyes scanned the recent deposits and the gl

mmediately spotted the predatory revenue

She had no money.

as a platform.

table. She pressed the tip against the paper an

back at Effa. It hit

tch the papers, look

hurried out of the room,

. She looked out at the sp

ms. She was going to tear Guille

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From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen
From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen
“For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes. On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television. When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her. Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles. His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste. Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet. "Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it." Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up. How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life? Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs. She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name. Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.”