The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 7

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 20/08/2026

loor-to-ceiling windows of her new Park Avenue penthouse. Her per

eup that was bold and powerful, a stark contrast to th

ters to attend an executive meeting with Culver. It woul

olls-Royce was waiting. But standing

rumpled, and his eyes were wild. He saw Denice, and his eyes lit up, onl

trying to grab her arm, but

wer my texts?" he demanded, his voice thick wi

s if she were looking at a stranger. "Mr. Slat

stepped out. Dressed in a severe black suit, his mere presenc

and slid an arm around her wais

low, gentle voice. "Are you ready? The meeting is about to start."

, furious red. "Let go of her

missive and icy. "Us?" he repeated. "You will soon

She suddenly turned to Jairo and smiled. It was a smile he had n

t's my birthday tomor

Denice had always quietly arranged her own birthdays.

face, Denice's smile deepened

ve you anything!" Jairo said desperately,

g Island," Denice said, he

oze. "What... what did you say? T

ou just say you'd give me anything I want? Or are

s face shifting from pal

ion, a thrill of pure satis

becoming soft and dependent. "Da

roking her hair, his eyes full of ad

bit out the words through clenched teeth. "

ally touched Denice'

mply turned to Culver and said, "L

the top of her head with his hand as she got

ro standing alone on the sidewalk like

faded. She stared out the windo

ice flat, "I told you I would get you what you

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“I was double-checking the final payments for our upcoming wedding when I saw it. A $50,000 transfer from our joint account to a woman named Alyssia Stuart, labeled "living expenses and Connor's tuition." My fiancé, Jairo, the tech mogul I had spent ten years building from the ground up using my family's hidden resources, was secretly sponsoring another family. I hacked into his laptop and found a hidden social media archive filled with photos of him, Alyssia, and a little boy with his exact eyes. "J says he's going to give me a real home soon, make me his one and only wife." Alyssia's caption glared at me, posted the same week Jairo claimed to be on a business trip. He had even used the anonymous Ivy League scholarship fund I had secretly established for him to pay for his mistress's degree. For a decade, I gave up my name and my powerful family to be his quiet, supportive partner, designing the very tech that made him a Wall Street wunderkind. And to this woman, I was just a "complication" to be handled. Instead of crying, I calmly took photos of every single screenshot and packed my bags. I dialed a number I hadn't called in years. "Mom, we're finished. Is that marriage arrangement with Culver Collins still on the table?" It was time to reclaim my identity as the Montgomery heiress and watch the empire I built for him burn to the ground.”