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Too Late, I Am The Real Heiress

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1024    |    Released on: Today at 16:06

against the bar, his da

de murmured, his voice a low scra

icked up her tote bag and sto

ng against the hardwood floor, leaving Cade

oup headquarters. Adeline pushed through the revolving doors. She wore

voked it. The receptionist at the front desk looked up. Her eyes widened, darting nervously between Adeli

a signal; as she stepped into the elevator, the device vibrated frantically. A

It showed Evan and Piper standing in the breakroom, Evan's arm wrapped tigh

Guess someone's eight-year investment

smile touched her lips. She flipped the p

The doors slid open t

antly. Thirty heads snapped up. The silence

ing a ceramic coffee mug. She planted herself in

"I cannot believe you actually show

d Sarah up and down, her e

Adeline said, her voice carrying clearly across th

opened her mouth to snap back, but the

er's back. Piper wore a bright pink designer dress th

d. The memory of being tied to the chair flashe

els clicking loudly as she strutted up to Adeline. She

e sweetness. "Evan told me so much about you. Thank you f

s erupted from the s

of hand sanitizer. She squirted a generous amount into her palm and rubbed her

tone perfectly conversational. "Rec

hattered. Her face turned pale, then red. She spun

is fury-but the terror of bankruptcy snuffed it out. He stor

the woman who holds the key to the Stafford family

her index finger. She looked pa

ment se porte le vieux chêne dans le jardin sud du dom

her chest. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her

n tell me why the Stafford family representative missed the September charity gala for

k, her heel catching on the edge of the carpet. She

ne with pure hatred. "You are fir

pulled out a crisp white envelope a

r signed it. This is my resignation, effective imm

ved three encrypted hard drives. They held the core architecture she had built

d, his face pale. "You can

k the Q3 offshore vendor invoices, Martin. The ones you routed to your

been shot. He backed awa

er heels striking the floor like a gavel. She did not look back as she walke

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“For eight years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress to the Stafford family fortune, playing the role of a meek, dependent girlfriend just to see if Evan could love me for who I truly was. But today, he slid a severance check across the table and told me to pack my things. He said his company was going bankrupt and he had no choice but to marry Piper Finch, a woman claiming to have Stafford family backing, to save his business. "You will not survive a week out there! You cannot even afford subway fare without me!" The next day, he paraded Piper around the office, letting her mock me before publicly firing me. His mother even threw a five million dollar check in my face, demanding I disappear so I would not ruin his marriage to the wealthy elite. I looked at the fake heiress wearing a cheap, lab-grown diamond and felt a bitter laugh lodge in my throat. After eight years of my devotion, he was throwing away the real Stafford princess for a pathetic fraud, utterly convinced I was just a worthless, broke burden. Instead of begging, I ripped his check in half and walked out. I pulled out my encrypted satellite phone and told my family to unfreeze my limitless black card. I was done playing the helpless girlfriend. It was time to show him what real power looks like.”