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The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret

The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret

Author: Bai Bian
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1090    |    Released on: 15/06/2026

injury, but a thick, syrupy heat coiling in her stomach and spreadin

smell. Stale champagne, cheap cologne

, a sign of wealth she hadn't felt in years. A man stood silhouetted against the glitt

st. "Finally awake, little bird? Don't wor

pieces. The class trip. The celebratory drink Ivy Sterlin

s. A memory not from this life, but the one before. The shove from a

ame one horrifying truth: she was being served up, a h

closer. "Ivy said you wer

nd became a shard of ice. The drug wanted to drag

ade her breath hitch, her eyes wide with a manufactured terror.

ed, her voice a perfect imi

with its cowering prey. He was enjoyin

e locked on the heavy, brass lamp on th

nto the foot of the bed. He reached for

ntion was focused d

e lamp's plug. She ripped it from the wall socket. In the same fluid movement,

weapon, whipped

ange in her demeanor, the wire was aro

lance. She crossed her hands, pulling the cord taut in opposite directions. It wasn't about strangulation; that was too slow,

ke. His hands flew up to claw at the wire, but her grip was like iron. S

es weakened

ived of oxygen, he collapsed o

ound the cord and shoved his dead weight off th

forehead was slick with sweat. She braced herself against the headboard,

ded to

, her wallet, everything. This was a carefully orch

down his pockets. Nothing but a cheap lighter, a cru

Voices from the hal

ole thing?" It was Ivy Ste

against the wall, in the dark space between the

lied, "Yes, Ivy. She finished the whole glas

ade gets his fun, and Gisele gets what she deserves for trying to steal Chase from me. And you? You

rried away d

angle of jealousy, blackmail, and

ould hear the faint tapping of fingers on a phone screen. She

min

the waves of drug-induced nausea. She couldn't leave. Not y

o Wade. His belt. The heavy, silv

d vicious, bloo

nsteadiness in her legs. She picked up the leather belt. Th

ion blurred at the edges. She bit the inside of her cheek, hard. The

, listening to Ivy's self-satisfi

s about to be

For this life, and for the last. The Gisele Kent they thought t

ing else entirely. Some

just getti

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The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret
The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret
“For years, I lived as the meek, invisible orphan taken in by the wealthy Sterling family. But on the night of our class trip, my "sister" Ivy handed me a spiked glass of champagne. I woke up in a hotel bed, paralyzed by drugs, with a greasy man unbuckling his belt and a mob of reporters waiting just outside the door. In my past life, this was the night my reputation was completely destroyed. I was publicly ruined, cast aside by my fiancé Chase, and eventually pushed off a high-rise balcony. As I fell to my death, I learned the horrifying truth. The Sterlings had only kept me around to embezzle my massive inheritance. And my only value to Chase was acting as a living blood bank for his sick true love, Blair. They lived in my house, spent my parents' money, and called it charity. They thought I was just a disposable sacrifice on their altar of greed, completely oblivious to their deceit. "Gisele gets what she deserves," I heard Ivy sneer from the hallway. But as the drug burned in my veins, the memories of my past life awakened, cold and sharp as broken glass. This time, I wasn't going to be the prey. I grabbed the heavy brass lamp cord, wrapped it tight around the man's throat, and waited for Ivy to walk into her own trap.”