Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Chapter 3

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t surprised him. A flicker of something that might have

t by blood, the true heir, a fact discovered when she was eighteen. A hospital mix-up, they'd called it. The daughter of the

n had already been spent, lavished on the fragile, perpetually ill Isabelle. Stella was a comm

aumonts were not her sanct

g patronizing. "Stella, don't be impulsive. Once Isabelle is settled, I'l

er cold fury. She turned her back on him and

hed with you!" he ro

g the heavy door open and steppi

their eyes, filled with smug curiosity, followed her every move. One of them, a

ntract can chain a man

oung woman with the force of a physical blow. She walked ove

hey're now accepting common gossips," Stella said, her voice quiet bu

d her mouth to protest, but the words died in her thr

e doors slid open, and she stepped inside. Just as they began to close, she saw

to the ground floor. When the

le Bea

bby, a vision in a flowing white dress, her fa

ise, her hand fluttering to her

arm in a show of sisterly affection. Stella shif

face before being replaced by her

as if it were a holy relic. "He's been working so hard lately." The implicat

as flat. "Working so hard he need

her face. "You must have m

ff. "I'm not interested in

er voice dropping to a hiss. "He's mine, Stella. You couldn't

th open contempt. "Don't worry. I wouldn't want your sloppy seconds. He's all

e. She trembled, pointing a finger

ly turned and walked toward the revolving

a piercing shriek ripped t

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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.”