Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Chapter 6

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e family and CEO of Harding Industries, swept a priceless antique ashtray off his mahogany desk. It

" he seethed, his fa

ella's father, looked equally grim. "My daughter was supposed to secur

le demeanor, spoke calmly. "The problem is the NYPD's involvement and the

d animal. "It's that little bitch!" she shrieked, her voice raw with venom. "She's alwa

apped, his voice dangerously lo

awyer. "What leverage do we have? Her

ised of her father's life insurance and a wrongful death settleme

n my city? Freeze it. I want her penniless. Let's see h

yone had a price. Khloe's rebellion, in

e firm. "I need assurances you can get Arabell

real threat is the assault charge. It could crater our

dom. Not the truth

o get a non-disclosure agreement and a signed statement from Ms. Haynes withd

mediately. "An amount she can't pos

serves nothing! She should be on her knees

e legal team. "Draw up the papers. A check for twenty million and an NDA.

l. He truly believed it was that simple. That a girl they had raised to b

. and Mrs. Harding are deeply concerned for their adopted daughter's

hey were going to do it while playing the pa

n-slicked New York streets, Cheyenne stared out at the city he owned. He had already decided. Once Khloe signed the

al marching confidently into

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“Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway. Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him. "I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood. "Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared. Die, for all I care." The line went dead. The silence was heavier than the twisted metal crushing her. As she flatlined in the back of an ambulance, memories of her pathetic life flashed before her. She was just the orphaned daughter of their driver, a charity case they bullied, used, and discarded. His sister stole her designs, and Brenton's love was nothing but a manipulative chain to control her. She had given that family her entire life, her talent, and her heart. Why did her absolute devotion only earn her a cruel, lonely death while he celebrated his new marriage? When Khloe opened her eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone. She was standing in the Waldorf Astoria suite, wearing the pristine white silk gown from her engagement party a year ago. Staring at the drugged champagne Brenton expected her to drink, she picked up a heavy crystal decanter instead. This time, she would make the rules.”