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Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 777    |    Released on: Today at 18:10

club swung open, letting in the faint hum of

ess with clean, unadorned lines. She wore no jewelry, no visible logos, an

, murmurs rippling through

ampagne. She was wearing an iridescent liquid-metal gown, sparkling brilliantly beneath the crystal

a gloating smile. She tucked herself closer into El

was telling Elton you probabl

g easily at her sides, her amber eyes scanning the

tly from Jaylynn as he looked Annabel up and down. H

bel? No jewelry? You look lik

't be too hard on her, Elton. She works so hard as an assistant. She can't afford bespoke pie

versations, turning their glasses toward

, her lips parting in a

n, you can't even afford

les whitened around her champagne glass, her

? Elton had this flown in d

front of Jaylynn with his chest puffed out. "Apolog

iet authority in her posture made Elt

t," Annabel said, her voice clear and level, carrying easily across the silent circle of onlookers. "Your dress is coated in c

alds leaned forward, squinting at Jaylynn's hip, before whispering

d. "You're lying! What would an architect

ture to someone wearing a kn

leaving Elton standing in the center of the room with his

ynn hissed under her breath

his voice tight. "Shut

her fingers against the cold glass, her eyes scanning the roo

h fell over

n, and the background hum of

gan Hays. Demetrius wore a charcoal three-piece suit cut so sharply it seemed to carve the air arou

go of Jaylynn's arm, adjusted his tie with trembling fi

w you were attending tonight's

Elton, his shoulder brushing past his nephew as if the you

until he stopped right beside Annabel's barstool, his d

allroom held

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Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
“I stood outside the hotel suite, listening to the muffled gasps of my fiancé, Elton, tangled in the silk sheets with my stepsister, Jaylynn. He thought I was just his poor, obedient assistant. To save his failing company, he planned to steal my architectural blueprints, claim them as his own, and hand all the credit to his new mistress. At the high-society gala, they cornered me in front of the city's elite. Jaylynn flaunted her stolen emeralds and mocked my plain clothes, while Elton demanded I sign over my intellectual property or be blacklisted from the industry forever. Even my biological mother stepped forward, throwing a severance check at my chest in front of the crowd. "You're an ungrateful little stray. Take the money and get out of Jaylynn's life before you ruin her engagement!" They looked at me with absolute disgust, waiting for me to break down, cry, and beg for their mercy. But they had no idea who they were actually stepping on. They didn't know the blueprints they stole were laced with a federal copyright trap that would instantly bankrupt them. And they certainly didn't know that the "destitute orphan" they were bullying was actually the sole heiress to a fourteen-billion-dollar sovereign trust. I calmly took the check, locked in the copyright strike, and walked straight toward Elton's most ruthless backer-the billionaire Demetrius Franco. "Don't you agree that revenge should be theatrical?" I whispered. This time, I was going to pull the floor out from under them all.”