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Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 793    |    Released on: 13/05/2026

ly gray. He forced a harsh, barking laugh, t

haking finger at her. "You wouldn't dare ruin th

anished from her face, leaving beh

red button down

tched wail that tore at the eardrums. Red strobe lights mounted on the ceiling began to fl

ng toward the heavy wooden doors. High above them, the mechanical clicking of the

of the VIP section, a

nch at the noise. He calmly picked up the slee

didn't look at the panic around him. He typed in a string

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lammed shut. A second later, the ear-splitting alarms cut off, le

is knees buckling slightly as he wi

chest tightened. She had written that network code herself. It was m

canning the room, tracing the invis

mmed into th

was casually tucked into his pocket. Across the sea of terrified guests, his ey

lize's chest. It wa

the remote. She pried off the hidden back panel, exposing a small

thumb onto the

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l exploded outward. Thick, blinding white te

handeliers and the floral arrangements. Visibility d

Guests coughed violently, their eyes burning, bl

altar, her voice thick with fake ter

in the thick white fog. "Davina! I'm comi

nter of the chaos. A fleeing guest

r ankle twisted sharply in her stile

ful impact of the hardw

wrapped around her w

darwood filled her lungs, completely cut

her elbow backward, aimin

ortlessly. The man's fingers wrapped around

ine crashing into a chest that

the dim light of the hallway. His gaze finally landed clearly on

rrifying hunger flashed in his dark eyes-a madness t

his lips brushing again

was a deep, gravelly rumble that

tched. A primal, physiological warning fired through her

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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.”