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Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress Returns

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 814    |    Released on: Today at 13:51

en were safely attending to in the hotel playroom, Leo and Aria had managed to slip aw

HVAC maintenance portal, and that car looks expensive," Leo said, his analyt

Of course! You make the distraction, I create the opport

pened his tablet. His fingers tapped the screen a few times, executi

fifty feet into the air, drenching several pedestrians and causing immediate chaos. The b

Leo h

able fluorescent marker designed for drawing on glass. She stood on her tiptoes, straining to d

spot on the hood that was highly visible but structurally unimportant, and flicked it. A soft *tink* was the only sound. On the multi-million-do

buzzed. A notification from his car's security system. His eyes darkened; no one dared touc

his car with identical expressions of caught-in-the-act innocence. His eyes scanned the graff

all and handsome!" Aria whispe

g, intimidating shadow. "Did you do this?" His voice

his sister, tilting his chin up.

e felt a sharp surge of suspicion. These weren't

ter, we were helping you test if your car's security system is goo

s eyes, his mind already calculating which

g a husband for our mother, which means we are also recruiting a fa

ty took root. He wanted to know who had tr

Euan stiffened, his first instinct to reco

ul and amazing woman in the world! If you marry her, you ge

full of hope. The anger didn't 'inexplicably cool'; it transformed into a calculated

ping to a dangerous silkiness. "You

t. Give us one month. If we can make you want to be our father, you

h," he agreed, his mind already planning to have his security team trace their ever

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Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
“I was in the delivery room, fighting for my life against a sudden amniotic fluid embolism. The doctor rushed out, desperately asking my family to sign the consent form to save me and my babies. But my fiancé, Jagger, slammed the clipboard shut and refused to sign. Through the half-open door, I saw my cousin Caroline resting a hand on her flat stomach, smiling triumphantly as she leaned into his arms. "What Jagger really wants is a healthy heir to secure his position, not whatever that thing is inside you." They walked away, leaving me to die on the operating table. If a passing stranger hadn't stepped in to sign the papers, my twins and I would have been corpses. When I woke up, Jagger had already announced my death in a "yachting accident" to the world. He had transferred all my company shares to his name and even left instructions for the hospital to get rid of us if we survived. I couldn't believe the man who promised to love me forever could casually sentence me and his own children to death just for corporate greed. My despair turned into an icy, dead calm. I threw away my engagement ring and fled to Europe with my babies in the dead of night. Five years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York, holding the hands of my genius twins. It was time to take back my empire and make them pay.”