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Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 780    |    Released on: Today at 16:58

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me as its rightful owner. Julian had signed the transf

ry last trace of Julian and Scarlet

tt had given me. The brilliant pink diamond glitte

iar scents and rhythms, was its own declaration of sovereignty. This meal

rang. I checked the security m

t of the elevator. Scarlett trailed behind them, cl

ips as I buzzed them i

. I remained seated on the living roo

scanning the room. When she saw me, her f

as ever." As she spoke, her gaze fell on the enormous

ening." I rose, my post

me act like the lady of the ho

dly behind him. "Hell

're here too! Please, come in and sit down. Julian, really

sliced through Scarlett, her disapproval of this

lder woman's scrutiny, her ar

hin tilted up as she gestured toward Co

introduction. "Mom, this

child another glance, instead sweeping past them to take t

anted Scarlett and Cody to sit, but they stood fr

eryone standing? Please, sit. Miss Hicks,

came. My words were a constant reminder that this woman, whom she

tt and Cody in a corner, as f

"I heard you and Julian had a little disagreement. It's

g the wine in my glass, making the diamond flash.

ense. After seven years together,

ing a bakery instead of working for a corporation-and then chiding Jul

, I smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Sterling, do yo

r world, I was the one who had

"that just three days ago, your son transferred several million do

head whipped aroun

eep, blotchy red. "Mom,

t curious, Mrs. Sterling. Is this the Sterling family's idea of a proper upbringing? To teach your s

across Eleanor's perfectly composed

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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.”