The Billionaire's Obsession: Reclaiming His Heiress

Chapter 4 I Am Her Daughter

Word Count: 783 | Released on: 27/05/2026

ow did she get off the helicopter?" "Is she with Bas?" T

reamed, "Security!" I told you t

hand to stop them. He looked at Catherine, his voice low an

across the neatly trimmed lawn, ensuring that curious guests could hear e

mb into the crowd. A chorus of neat

ale under the powder. "Long time no see, Annes...... Auntie. She kept the

d, her face wearing a perfect, sorrowful and concerned expression, and grabbed Catherine's hand. "Oh,

entle but undeniable. "Really? I thought you

itedly lowered his voice to those beside him: "I remember now!

dower's sister. Abandoned children. The Callahan family, who had carefully main

s she tried to defend herself, t

juries, but the aura he exuded seemed electrified. That primal and undeniable sense of power instantly silenced the entire party. Everyone present k

her. It's him! That Bryce Bass! She tugged the hem of her Chanel gown and almost jogged o

ght past her, as if she were nothing but a piece

e spoke, her voice was low and unexpected

sts stared intently, their minds in chaos. Bryanna froze

ess town-not only is the Callahan family hiding

ot only declared her own existence, but also brought a backing that

lation emerging in their faces. They suddenly realized-this daughter was not a burden they could easi

, but quickly understood his intention. He did it o

"No need, that's all. Tha

filled with shock and fear. Her desire to uncover the truth behind her

with malicious jealousy: "How could a countr

esting than a birthday-a family's most secret-hidden secret, laid bare in

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The Billionaire's Obsession: Reclaiming His Heiress

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“After surviving a murder attempt in the freezing ocean, I finally made it back to the wealthy family that abandoned me years ago. I crashed my half-sister Bryana's lavish 21st birthday party. Instead of welcoming me, my father looked at me with pure disgust, and my aunt-who had married him right after my mother's death-immediately started scheming. "Get this disgusting beggar out of here before she ruins my party!" Bryana shrieked, demanding security throw me out like trash. When they realized they couldn't just get rid of me, Bryana handed me an unforgiving, skin-tight Gucci gown and twelve-centimeter stiletto heels. She set up a harsh spotlight on the grand staircase, fully intending to watch me stumble and become the ultimate laughingstock in front of New York's elite. They thought I was still the pathetic, penniless country girl they had left to rot in Pennsylvania. They thought they could step all over me and keep their dark secrets buried. They had no idea what I had endured to survive, or the ruthless billionaire whose life I had just saved on a deserted island. I didn't panic or cry. I calmly put on the dress, applied my makeup with a surgeon's cold precision, and stepped into the spotlight. As I walked down those stairs flawlessly, silencing the entire room, I knew the real war had just begun. I was going to uncover the truth about my mother's death and tear their perfect lives apart.”