The Billionaire's Obsession: Reclaiming His Heiress

Chapter 6 Sugar and Poison

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 27/05/2026

er temperature to the highest temperature her skin could tolerate. The hot water washed over her body, washing away the dirt on the island, the salty salt

dmark of her past-a few faint scars, a body of solid muscles, silently proving that she was living a life completely different from

ary's study, a con

"We should play the role of a hospitable family member and

anna sulking in her own bedroom. "Your father is right, we need her right now." Aneth's voice was as smooth as s

diately, a malicious sm

ill wearing a bathrobe-and saw Brianna standing outside, carrying a desig

"I saw you didn't have much to wear for the rest of the party, so I p

ly this was not a sign of reconciliation-it was a challenge letter. But she s

ank you! You're

nced she was dealing with a fool who was

een silk, like flowing light. It was beautiful, but she recognized it at a glance. The diagonal c

n, like daggers. Their existence is meant to attract attention while causing the wearer to

With her country girl figure, wearing that dress would look like sausage stuffe

e, Anes gave a satisfied ch

d smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. This is not a trap-it is

e tattered canvas bag she had finally brought down from the helicopter. To outsiders, it's nothing special. But i

't hide anymore.

anyone else-especially Brianna-could imagine. S

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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.”