Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress Returns

Chapter 7

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d. "Conquer Euan Stafford, and your path to revenge gets a

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e top floor of the Stafford Group. Paige R

oman, welcomed her warmly and began ex

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y knew. She still remembered the coldnes

at the assistant's desk. She wore a white silk blouse and

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his cheek. A faint, clean scent of

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a's stomach, but she held his gaze.

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'm just fulfilling my duties as an assistant, ensuring your

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tention back to the document in front of him. But

he retreated from the office.

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It meant she would come face-to-face with Jagge

, her voice calm, hidin

arching for a crack in her composure. "A dress will

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“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.”