Jilted Bride: The Billionaire Heiress Returns

de her bed leaned forward slightly. It was her uncle, Desmond Sinclair. Though in his late fifties, he possessed a dist

open. Chloe rushed out, holding a fresh cup of warm water, her face etched with lin

ace. He cast one last, deeply protective look at Brenna's pale face before taking a s

od outside Brenna's hospital room, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the quiet corridor. Through

ect," Desmond instructed his assistant, his voice low but absolute, befo

stepped out, the door gently opene

ve watch. Her hand, resting on the blanket, tightened as

aced a warm palm against her forehead. Finding no fever, he let out a quiet sigh of

ook her h

but calm face. His heart ached for his niece, yet a simmering

naive pursuit of 'true love,' she had severed ties with her family, hidden her identity as the Sinclair heiress, and thrown herself int

smond was not about to let this insult stand. He took a de

clarity in her eyes, completely devoid of the desperation she

her is getting older, and managing the entire Sinclair Group is becoming taxing for him. Your other uncles and I have no i

e, if you have other plans, just tell me.

na. Thinking of how she had alienated these people who truly loved her, all for a m

ice carried a slight tremor of genuine g

o will?" Desmond affectionately patted the top of her h

looked out at the perfect sunlight streaming thro

ilion, Hayleigh Kerr watched Brenna si

the fragile, pitiful beauty Hayleigh tried to project; it was a breathtaking, commanding presence. Even sittin

ierced Hayleigh. She adjusted

eet again so soon," a v

ned her he

't sneer, and certainly didn't demand compensation. Instead, a lay

ving into a calculating, triumphant smile as she