Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

Chapter 8

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nd confusion, punctuated by the fran

one that had been dark for minutes, blazed to life. It

eir eyes. When they looked aga

t was filled with screenshots of emails and

the screen's glow. His cold eyes were fixed

by a modulator-filled the room through the s

d a private equity firm, detailing a plan to short Ca

is wife, his face a mask

fshore account belonging to Chelsey Burke to a private investigator, dated

king moment. Every eye, once filled with scorn for Colette,

ol panel, trying to pull the power cord. The acce

curity guards, but they were frozen, unsur

s digging into her flesh. "Is it tr

ed, her lies becoming more frantic. "She

ng a video. Security footage from the bridal suite

ey's voice sneered from the speakers. The video showed

l in her coffin. Mr. Carlisle cl

lsey's arm, trying to drag her toward a side exit,

ked open from the outside, slamming against

liced through the dim room. Ever

in the doorway. He was not a man;

y guards flowed into the room. They moved with silent, deadly efficie

st on Jobe's lapel. They dropped their nightsticks as i

arted for him like the Red Sea, people scrambling to

Os and the terrified looks of society wives. Hi

hammered against her ribs. The scent of cedar and gunpowder, a ghost

her. The feeling of being hunted, of being the focus of

avior. She scrambled toward him, crying, "Mr. Heath!

r. He gave a subtle, almost imp

seized Chelsey, dragging her a

up at the woman in the ruined dress, the woman

very person held their breath, wai

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“Five years ago, Colette Orr was drugged and hunted by her own stepsister and fiancé. To survive the night, she hid in a dark hotel suite and accidentally gave herself to a dangerous, wounded stranger. Now a struggling single mother working as a hotel manager, her nightmare returned. Her stepsister Chelsey was hosting her lavish wedding at Colette's hotel. They lured Colette into a trap, violently forced her into a shredded, filthy wedding dress, and dragged her onto the main stage. Under the blinding spotlight, Chelsey publicly humiliated Colette, weeping fake tears while framing her as a deranged stalker and a corporate spy. The elite crowd sneered with disgust, demanding she be arrested, while the groom's mother pointed at Colette's five-year-old son and viciously called him a fatherless bastard. Clutching her little boy, Leo, Colette trembled with a mix of absolute despair and raw rage. She had already given up her inheritance and her past to escape their venom. Why wouldn't they just let her and her son live in peace? Suddenly, the grand ballroom doors crashed open. Julian Heath IV, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire-and the stranger from that dark room five years ago-strode in with an army of guards. Before Colette could run, her genius son launched himself at the terrifying titan's leg. "Daddy!" Leo shouted to the silent room. Julian's cold eyes locked onto Colette, and with a terrifyingly calm voice, he ordered his men to seal every exit.”