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Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 931    |    Released on: Today at 16:58

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gn sketches into the suitcase, ign

from my hands and threw it on the floor. "Aveline! I'm talking to you! Were you alrea

d turned to face him. His handsome fa

l, cold laugh. "Julian, have you forgotten? We're b

speechless, hi

more words on him. I bent down, pick

finger. They turned red with fury. "'The Heart of Aph

and status. Fine. Let him believe that.

mpared to you using my money to support your mist

, trying to play the victim. "Ava, were our seven years together all fake?

arrings I had once admired but decided were too expensive. "Look, I b

y. When I needed him, he gave me betrayal. Now that I wa

ipping my suitcase shut. "However, y

He clearly thought I was caving. "Anything. T

aid, looking him straight in th

stone. He thought he'd mi

s compensation for the seven years of my youth you waste

in disbelief. "This place is worth

the entire interior. On the grounds that even the money you used to buy it

ckly shade of gray. He kn

tgomery family would be more than happy to hire the best lawyers in New Yor

ew that if this went to court, in his current st

, he ground out the words through his teeth. "Fine. It's yours." A flicker of cunning cro

uments," I instructed, pulling my suitcase past him. "And g

"Ava, my mom wants to see you. She's

n who had always looked down on my "

. He wanted to use his mother to tes

lighted to see Mrs. Sterling. But I do hope Miss Hicks and her lovely s

into silence. He ha

t little family unit, so I cou

I walked out of that place that no

ere. He was sitting in the living room of the suit

eave?" I aske

that was safe," he said without looking up from his screen. Hi

is jaw under the soft light. This man, as cold as he

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Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge
Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge
“For seven years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress to the Carlisle fortune, running a small bakery in Brooklyn to secretly fund my boyfriend's hockey career. Just as he became a star player, I checked our joint account to plan a celebration, only to find the balance sitting at exactly $1.37. He had secretly wired millions of my money to his mistress and their three-year-old son. When I confronted him with the evidence, he didn't even try to apologize. "Scarlett is my savior. Let's just part on good terms. Name your price, how much do you want?" He scoffed at my silence, mocking me as a broke baker, and ruthlessly kicked me out of the luxury penthouse-completely unaware that I was the one who had paid for it. I had dropped out of an Ivy League school and sold my grandmother's jewelry to support him through his lowest points, only to realize I was just a walking ATM and the unwitting backdrop for his real family. Looking at his condescending face, my shattered heart finally turned to dust. I didn't scream, cry, or beg like he expected. I simply packed my suitcase, walked out into the cold night, and dialed a number I knew by heart. "Mom, I'll agree to the marriage with the Montgomery family." It was time to marry his biggest rival and show him exactly who he had crossed.”