The Vengeful Heiress: Claiming Her Billionaire

Chapter 6

Word Count: 680 | Released on: 01/06/2026

ach Blackburn, his hand outstretched. "Mr. Le! What an honor! I did

of detached amusement. This was the same man who had been screamin

's desperate face and extended hand. It moved past him, scanni

and intense, met hers. The coldness in them thawed,

ightly, a fleeting expression of annoyance that only he would understand.

his public face of indifference snapping back into place. He turn

. She turned to leave, the red silk of her

es, you magni

raphina Vance, her oldest friend, grinned at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You

le. "Sera. I should have know

ially. "So, the rumors were true. You're back to raise hell." Her eyes darted towards th

a jolt of heat through Aislinn, an

s supposed to have some kind of arrangement years ago? Now's the perfect ti

"I don't need anyone on m

l in her voice, "my mother left me m

lutch. A text message on the private p

d of the dr

neck. "Who's that? A

aid smoothly, slipping the

ked out of the ballroom. She followed the long, winding driveway o

a low, powerful hum. Blackburn's assistant, Connor Price, saw her approach, immediately

as there, waiting in the dim light. She immediately turned

pulled her across the seat and into his lap. His other hand hit a button, and a

unreadable. A low sound, a soft 'tsk

s all i

g around to glare at him. "You dare to 'tsk' a

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Qing Bao Romance

“After my mother passed away, my stepfather and his daughter took over our home and erased my existence. I was the only true heir to my mother's legacy, but I was pushed out. Five years later, I saw my stepsister trending on social media. She was flaunting the "Star of the Ocean"-my mother's seven-million-dollar sapphire necklace that mysteriously vanished from our family safe right after the funeral. I flew straight back to New York and crashed my stepfather's high-society birthday gala. When I publicly pointed out the stolen necklace on my stepsister's neck, my stepfather grabbed my arm, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't ruin my party!" he growled, his face flushed with fury. He turned to the crowd with a fake smile. "It's just a misunderstanding between sisters. A simple family spat." My stepsister hid behind him, clutching my mother's necklace, playing the terrified, innocent victim while the crowd whispered about my dramatic return. It was sickening. They had stolen my mother's company, looted my inheritance, and expected me to stay quietly in the shadows while they climbed the social ladder using my family's blood and sweat. Did they really think I was still that helpless, grieving girl they could easily manipulate? I shook off his hand, pulled out the original certificate of authenticity from the auction house, and calmly dialed 911. "Yes, officer. I want to report a grand larceny. The thief is right here."”