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The Jilted Omega Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 842    |    Released on: Today at 14:15

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ck, relief, or regret was no longer my concern. I pulled

low light. The lingering pain from my soul being torn stil

d headed toward the servant's wing. There, I would find my true "dowry"-the people wh

s the loyal Taryn Hayes. The oth

to my water, leading to Grant's loss of control and my forced marking. She thought

s smaller than the rooms in the main house, but it was more

da was sitting at the table, anxiously wringin

alse concern. "My lady! You're back! Did the Alpha... did he ma

hing, and walked straight to the w

me, probing, "My lady, did everything go smo

mitted it. How

winter lake. "You mean this?" I pulled a small

n my sleeve while I was confronting Grant in his bedroom. In my past life, i

deathly pale. She r

.." she stammered,

her and called ou

saw my torn nightgown and pale face, her eyes fi

ring look, then pointed at the

my orders. She quickly found a rope and, amidst Brenda'

your maid! You can't blame me for you

abbed her chin, forcing her to look at me.

g her into the bed of a man who despises her wou

eyes. She never expected me

e Grant, an Omega who throws herself at hi

iping my fingers with a handkerchief

e Lester family. Not a single piece of jewelry, not

mediately began to work,

ef. "Packing? My lady, where a

with each other anymore," I

ut at the dark night. "A servant wh

will sell you to the lowest brothel in the city. I imagine the m

scream, her face ashen. This was

eling no pity. There is

plan formed in my mind. "Taryn, bring ou

a locked chest. This, this was my most powerful

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The Jilted Omega Heiress Strikes Back
The Jilted Omega Heiress Strikes Back
“I was the fated mate of Alpha Grant Freeman, but he despised me. On my eighteenth birthday, he pinned me to the bed, tearing my silk nightgown to forcefully mark me. In my past life, I foolishly thought my submission would eventually earn his love. But I ended up suffocating in an icy lake, watching my half-sister Effie smile in triumph as she claimed my mate and my family's glory. Grant held her tenderly right after my death, his grief a complete lie, telling her he could finally be with her without any burdens. Because of my blind devotion to him, my grandmother's hair turned white overnight, my cousin was executed for treason while trying to demand justice for me, and my entire loyal family was utterly wiped from history. I had abandoned my true family and my dignity to marry him, enduring endless humiliation, only to realize my existence was just a disposable stepping stone for their twisted romance. Why did my pure loyalty reward me with the brutal destruction of everyone I cared about? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact night Grant's fangs were about to pierce my neck. This time, I didn't tremble. I kneed him hard in the stomach, sliced off a lock of my hair with a burning silver blade, and stared into his shocked eyes. "I have a better proposal. Reject me."”