The Jilted Heiress And The Cold CEO

Chapter 8

Word Count: 553 | Released on: 04/06/2026

. "Oh, let me guess. You're going to ask something totall

game." He was defending Morgan. The small act of betraya

nacing. "I'll just drink," she said, trying to opt out of

ice sickeningly sweet. "This game is

apped, Ava felt a cold wave of resignation wash over her. The bottle spun again.

unforgettable me

five years, what wou

ngs. Each time, Ava chose to drink instead of answer, the tequila burning a fiery path down

nd confusion. He saw her refusal to play along as childish p

s turn to spin. The bo

the table. He held it up, his voice booming with manufactured excitement. "Okay, the rule is: The player ch

the rule was breathtaking. All eyes swiveled between Ethan, Mor

th that?" Caleb mutte

as a trap, designed with surgical precision to force

o her mouth, but her eyes danced with t

... what? An escape? Forgiveness? Then his gaze shifted to Morgan, who was looking at him with wide, expe

arted chanting. "Choose, Ethan!

her mind was becoming unnervingly clear. As Vince held up the card, she noti

He couldn't make the choice. The silence in the booth became a roarin

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The Jilted Heiress And The Cold CEO

Fritz Heaney Romance

“For five years in London, I held onto the Carlisle patriarch's promise: when I returned, Ethan and I would finally get married. But when I rushed into Ethan's arms at the airport, his phone rang, and everything shattered. "Just picking up my sister," he cooed to the woman on the other end. He didn't take me home. He drove straight to his girlfriend, Morgan, letting her passionately kiss him right in front of me. At my welcome party, Morgan deliberately rigged a game of Truth or Dare to publicly humiliate me. She forced Ethan to choose between his girlfriend and his "ward" of a sister. Under the flashing club lights, the man who had chased away every guy I ever talked to just sat there, letting his friends tear me apart as a pathetic joke. I didn't understand. If I was just a sister, why did he call me every night? Why did he spend years giving me false hope, only to trample on my dignity so casually? Standing outside the club, shivering and utterly disillusioned, I made my choice. I turned my back on Ethan and walked straight toward Damien Carlisle-the ruthless, terrifying family CEO everyone feared. "I want to work in your department," I told him. I was done being their fragile little ornament. It was time to build an empire of my own.”