Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 5

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hing for leverage on the rug, but his arm

Annabel." His voice rumbled through hi

ontrolled despite the sudden spike in her p

h the velvet of her dress, right against the curve of he

corridor outside, followed by the hurried footsteps o

er effortlessly with him. He turned his back to the main entrance, pushed through a hidden

iately, carrying the crisp ch

he wind caught the th

and draped it over her shoulders. The dark wool retained his bo

osed by tall panes of reinforced safety glass. Below them, the

er from his pocket to spark a fresh cigar. The blue flame lit up t

ietly, exhaling a plume

g, her hands clutching the l

a row of industrial dumpsters in th

e kissed her with desperate, clumsy ferocity. Jaylynn's head was thrown back against the glass,

es held no sorrow, no heartbreak-only the absolute,

ing into slits. He thought of the legal envelope his assistant had

ance papers?" His voice was cold as ice wat

laugh. She turned her head, meeting

watch them climb all the way to the top of the tower

, the wind whipping loose strands

that revenge shou

ul face, his jaw tightening as a dangerous,

o the stone tiles, crush

nds planting firmly on the glass railing on either side

his face dipping down until his lips hovered a fraction

n let out another

ted her chin, leaned up on her toes, and closed th

s fingers tangling into her dark hair as he pulled her in, kissing her with

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“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.”