Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Chapter 7

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veloped Stella in a fierce hug. She pulled back, her eyes fallin

d," she whispered, her v

on a plush sofa, and immediately bega

eaned the wound. "And that two-faced, sniveling little witch Isabell

lips. In the wreckage of her life, Kayly

ok out her phone. She had already typed

edding to Mr. Ethan Carlisle. I wish him and Miss Isabelle Beaumont a lifetime of happiness together.'"

calmly. "This way, I control the narrative. I'm n

sitation in he

ers," Stella explained. "They think I'm a pawn they can move a

yes sharp. "And we're goi

lynn's laptop. "Log

reds of thousands of followers who hung on her eve

Stella instructed. "A

laptop. The image of Ethan and Isabell

God. Stella, this is...

board. She copied the text, uploaded the photo, and added a string of

it "P

inute, the post had a thousand likes. Wi

ts section

at an OB/GYN? The wed

sick little angel? What

t went straight for t

as spreading like wildfire. A notification popped up on Kayl

ances, friends she hadn't spoken to in years. Then came the calls from Et

r face a mixture of exhilaration and

at the glittering Manhattan skyline. She

ncing the frantic noise of the

back to her friend. "Thi

across her face. "No

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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.”