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The Jilted Heiress And Her Fake Marriage

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 986    |    Released on: 14/10/2026

whispered, the word st

ove her designer clutch behind

-drained bottle of Don Julio, and the two shivering girls sitting in the booth. His

e air grew not

of the booth as if a grenade

aked, her hands clasped

s swagger evaporating into thin air. Nobody messed with the man who ran the city

at them. His eyes rem

u were supposed to report to the Payne residence in Westchester for dinner. Instead, you went to the Waldorf, caused a phy

ly dry. "I... I just wanted to see my f

hat you did to the Knight girl's face. The Police Commissioner's o

of this man-who had paid for her boarding school, who had dragged her mother's body out of the wreckage f

He casually pressed the knuck

k. C

ound of his joints

Chaim said. "You'r

her feet with clumsy haste. She shot a desperate, silent plea for help to

ck down the corridor, expecting to be drag

ast the restrooms toward the private curtained

stomach

back the ve

r sofa, bathed in the soft glo

tie was loosened by exactly one notch. He held his glass of bourbon in his hand, looking

, inclining his head toward the

enched so hard

alle

t ambush me in the hal

elbow with an iron grip, and pulled her rig

e," Chaim

g through the fog of terror. "Wha

gister that brook no defiance. "You were intoxicated, disorderly, and aggressive. The P

lared at

. He set the heavy glass down on a leather

ilky, warm, and entirely fake. "Miss Bradford simply had a little

g gi

s ten years older than her, yet he was talking down t

coldly. "Old enough to exercise

e and the smug, arrogant gaze of Wall Street's apex predat

forward slightly, and forced the

ry... for bumping i

ilted his head, resting his

t, Miss Bradford," Bennet murmured, his dark ey

ould kill, the entire Knight family

ow furrowing as he glared d

heavy, encrypted satellite phone inside his tre

aced by the lethal, razor-sharp focus of a federal investigator. He pulled the

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econds. His gray eyes h

ner ship from Rotterdam? Understood. Do not move the remain

ne shut, already t

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“My ex-boyfriend stole my dead mother's ruby necklace to court a wealthy socialite, Grisel Knight. Furious, I got drunk at a speakeasy and loudly declared my revenge plan: I was going to seduce Grisel's untouchable billionaire cousin, Bennet Knight, and have him begging on his knees in three months. But I didn't realize Bennet was standing right outside my booth, listening to every word. Things spiraled out of control when my terrifying uncle, the city's Chief Medical Examiner, caught me at the bar and forced Bennet to escort me home. I blacked out in his Maybach. I woke up the next morning in his penthouse with my silk dress torn to pieces and his scratch-covered chest exposed. I tried to pass it off as a drunken mistake and run, but Bennet trapped me against the door. He demanded we get married, threatening to throw me back to my ruthless father who wanted to sell me off to cover his corporate debts. I didn't understand. He was the ruthless kingmaker of Wall Street, a man who ruined people for fun. Why was he using a one-night stand to force me into a marriage I never wanted? Before I could escape, my uncle started pounding on the penthouse door, ready to ruin us both. Bennet pulled me into his arms, pinched my waist as a warning, and stared down at me. "Do you want to survive this, Daphne?" Cornered, I buried my face in his chest and squeezed out fake tears, officially starting a deadly game with the devil himself.”