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My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 967    |    Released on: Today at 14:16

ing lightly over the chipped paint of the banister. The air

the bottom step. He wore a thick cashmere cardigan

ily baritone. He stepped into her path, blocking her way

fetime spent faking empathy. She didn't say a word. She simply sidestepped him,

he stairs, her breath comi

r at Elvera's back. "She insulted Donita! She insu

He sighed, a heavy, theatric

rned father to disappointed patriarch. "We gave you

ipper teeth caught for a second before ripping open. She grabbed two

the living room, he

etching her lips. "Let her go back to her real family. I heard they're nothing but un

inst his teeth. "It's a shame. You leave this house,

right shoulder. The heavy canvas hit her back with a solid thud. S

her voice chillingly calm. "And more time worrying about the broken

, ashen gray. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The factory's impending bankrupt

e business reference. She

hrieked. She lunged forward, her hands r

ply pivoted on her heel, shi

sting on the Persian rug. She stumbled, her arms flailing wildly before she caugh

rockett and Donita hurried down, t

is chance to play the hero. He sprinted across the living room and plan

ng out. He pointed a finger at Elvera. "You're a liar,

t shred of human warmth vanished from her ey

Crockett's bravado faltered. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed h

nita sudde

g to her mouth. Her eyes darted around the

mbling. "The diamond necklace Crockett gave me

pair of eyes snapped to the bulging, faded

up with a feveris

racking with triumphant malice. "The little

e contorting into a mask of profound, disgusted disappoi

He lifted his chin, a nasty, victor

rockett declared, crossing his arm

t Crockett. She slowly turned her

panic melted away, replaced by a raw, naked guilt. Donita shran

ep, vibrating chuckle rumbled in her chest. The abs

ed her rig

slid down her arm

k Persian rug with a

, their pupils dilating with the

ng, elegant line of her neck. She looke

ripping with absolute, freezing conte

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My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress
My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress
“For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household. When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out. Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse. Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs. They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack. But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up. The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander. He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons. Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in. "Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe." Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.”