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Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1234    |    Released on: 13/05/2026

tched Lincoln limousine fe

ternational Airport VIP drop-off zone. The California su

uit, reached out. His thick fingers clamped down on her sho

ped her shoulder, letting his hand slide off the silk fabric of her blouse

r of his shinbone. Even over the deafening roar of the jet engines, the sicke

t by the open car door, his ma

d scrambled toward his belt, ripping his walk

imousine, her fingers wrapping around the cold metal rim of a silver ice

rectly into the bridge of t

d from his nostrils, painting his white shirt crimson. The walkie-talkie

tepped over the groaning man on the ground, her

n vests noticed the commotion. They start

parked illegally at the edge of the curb. It was her designated backup vehicle, prepared in ad

less, sliding dodge that sent the guard tumbling over his own feet. She vaulted ov

ammed the ign

ast waking up. The sound alone made the appro

ng wheel. She cranked it hard to th

thick cloud of white smoke billowed from the exhaust a

rari shot forward like a bullet, leavi

onto the highway. The speedometer needle climbed past ninet

e tapped the dashboard

the car's microphone, her

oice trembled through the sp

dress I gave you. Now," Charlize ordered. S

the wrought-iron gates of the most exclusive wedding estate in Beverly Hills. The sh

her ten-centimeter heels sinking slightly into the

veralls jumped out, struggling to carry a massive, ten-foot-tall

e," Charl

s of the main ceremony hall. Inside, she could

icked the heavy wooden door r

ith a deafening crash

ngeles's elite turned their heads in perfect uniso

cking like a metronome counting down to an explosion

ped her

funeral wreath down right next to the arch of pink r

th hands over her mouth. Her eyes filled with instant, terrified

bride. The corner of her mouth twitc

, clear and piercing. "Wishing you both a sp

t guests, their camera flashes exploding like strobe lights. T

t heaved. He shoved Davina aside and stormed down the steps of

icious little bitc

into the air and brought it

rough the massive

he blow sent a ringing sound through her ears. A st

dead silent. You co

nds, Davina's lips curled into

tear. She slowly turned her head back to look at her fath

wiped a drop of blood from

h. She reached inside and pulled out

heaving. "What is that?" he deman

ectly over the large red butt

deadly calm, "is the master trigger for this es

yes widened

faces of the billionaires and socialites, "the doors lock. And every

eople started backing away from h

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“My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend. To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath. In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory. I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds. He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years. Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow. When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex. I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left. I thought that was the end of it. But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM? Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm? "She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you." I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me. Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering. His demand wasn't money. It was me. He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began.”