Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Chapter 4

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ort of curiosity on her face. She wa

she had Stella's attenti

alk it out!" she cried, her voice breaking w

ut of the building, Isabelle's body went limp. She collapsed, not in a heap, but in a carefully choreographed

ble floor, she let out a pa

ve, he saw only one thing: Stella standing o

ed with rage. He charged forward and shoved St

elle, gathering her into his arms.

tears streaming down her pale cheeks. "I'm fine, Ethan. D

of employees and security guards that had gathered

e fool, the audience of idiots. A white-hot rage, purer and more

in. Fine. She would

face. If she was going to be accused of

fore Ethan could react, she lunged forward, her hand shoo

A real scream of pain and

the marble floor toward the grand, multi-tiered f

t her go!" Ethan yelled

ed anger. She reached the fountain's edge and, without a moment's he

ds of Isabelle's struggles

rrifying snarl as she pulled Isabelle's head up for a sputt

k under. "Let's wash som

e dress was soaked and transparent, clinging to her flailing body.

ch force that she stumbled backward, her buttocks slammed against the hard stone

gasping, shivering Isabelle into his ar

eyes filled with a mixture of hat

en at the man cradling her tormentor.

only the

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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.”