Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Chapter 2

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with a force that made them slam against the stoppers. The

k to the door, a phone pressed to his ear. He turned, a fl

the phone, his voice instantly softening. S

rdening into a mask of paternal disapproval. "Stel

t over the office-the mahogany desk she'd helped him choose, the abstract painting she'd picke

on' for my public humiliation," she

erstood. A transaction. A tantrum that could be soothe

etrieving a thick, elegant parchment envelope. H

lle's situation is delicate. We just need some time. This is an acceptance l

are paid. I've already arranged a beautiful apartment for you in Le

ggestion. It w

e was printed on it in perfect calligr

playing on his lips. He thought he had won

ound was shockingly loud in the silent office. She didn't stop there, tearing the two halves into quar

rous. "Are you insane? Do you have an

rupted, her voice low but carrying the weight of s

ust started speaking in a foreign language. "Can

her, reaching for her ar

him, her movemen

ating drone, "as soon as Isabelle is stabl

er your precious white lily has recovered, you

enlarged the photo, and sh

ce dripping with venom. "The kind that requires t

is eyes darted from the phone to her,

his composure finally cracking. "She wa

ne back. The last ember of warmth she might have ever

leave, the con

, fingers digging into her flesh wit

you are. You are a Beaumont. Without the Carlisle name, you are nothi

re was nothing. Only a vast, cold emptiness. He was right about one thing

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Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Anastasia Paige Romance

“Three weeks before the wedding, Stella Beaumont stood in a luxury boutique, encased in a million-dollar custom gown. It was the perfect dress for her perfect, arranged marriage into the Carlisle empire. Then her phone buzzed with a photo from her best friend. It was her fiancé, Ethan, tenderly escorting her perpetually ill stepsister, Isabelle, out of an OB/GYN clinic. When Stella confronted him, Ethan coldly offered her a one-way ticket to Paris as hush money. Down in the lobby, Isabelle faked a dramatic collapse to frame her. Ethan violently shoved Stella aside to cradle his mistress. Soon after, Stella's own mother called. "Get on your knees and beg Isabelle for forgiveness, or you are no longer a Beaumont!" When Stella refused, her mother instantly disowned her and froze every single one of her bank accounts. For years, her biological parents had treated her like a disposable commodity while showering the fake daughter with love. Now, they thought they could strip her of her funds and force her to swallow this ultimate humiliation. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. Stella didn't shed a single tear. She shredded the custom gown, shoved Isabelle's head into a freezing plaza fountain, and posted the cheating evidence online for all of New York society to see. Then, bypassing her frozen family trust, she pulled out a mysterious, limitless black card with a royal crest. "I'm not the jilted fiancée. I'm the one who ended it." She was done playing the obedient pawn. It was time to flip the board.”