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Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: 15/10/2026

illuminated the cathedral nave, casting

Millions of dollars in offshore wire transfers flickered across the screen, routed directly betwee

nt sat the clear, undeniable

tion erupted

l Street executives rose from their pews, p

ransfer flashed into view-two million dollars routed straight into her priv

toward the crowd with wild eyes. "She forged t

edgers on the screen, his face an unreadable mask of stone. H

of the marble altar, the bitter scent

" Beatri

l, pulled out a thick stack of printed h

ominent hedge fund managers scrambled to grab them, their eyes widen

fts," one executive muttered

am, she lunged forward, raising her manicu

did no

ce. Before Denita could scream, Beatrix twisted the joint downward, drivi

ine pain, her silk veil

d, leaning down until her breath brushed D

grip, tossing Denita'

, his tall frame casting a

," Jaziel said, his voice flat,

, meeting his imposing gaz

tting started

s at the entrance

windbreakers flooded down the center aisle,

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ng back against the pew

nees, her designer gown ripping along the he

p to Jaziel, pulling a pair of he

rest for federal money la

extended his wrists, his dark e

ith a sharp, metallic ring tha

ghtened around her ribs as she watched him bound in iron, but sh

out," the ag

ziel by his upper arms, tu

grabbing the lead agent'

to do with this! I'

her with open disgust,

r personal trust account

side Beatrix, touchi

eed to leave before the p

er back on the ruined alt

isle, he suddenly stopped beside Beatrix, forcin

, his lips brushin

ed, his voice so low only she coul

kipped a vi

d, refusing to look at him as s

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Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress
Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress
“Four years ago, Beatrix McClure was the sole heiress to a massive trust, kidnapped and presumed dead in a fiery warehouse explosion. When she finally fought her way back to New York, she found her beloved cousin Denita standing at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral. Denita was wearing a couture bridal gown, marrying the billionaire titan Jaziel Small, and living lavishly on Beatrix's stolen inheritance. Beatrix had discovered it was Denita who wired two million dollars to the underground mercenaries who orchestrated the hit. She crashed their wedding of the century, throwing the authenticated wire transfers right into the flashing cameras of the press. But instead of seeking justice, Jaziel shielded the murderer. He used his limitless black card to pay off Denita's embezzled debts in front of federal marshals, threatened to bankrupt Beatrix's allies, and ordered her to leave the country in three days. Beatrix couldn't understand why the ruthless CEO was protecting the woman who destroyed her life. Was her murder just a convenient stepping stone for his corporate empire? And if he truly cared for his new fiancée, why did he shatter a crystal glass with his bare hands and lose his mind with violent jealousy the moment another man touched Beatrix's shoulder? Beatrix looked at the man who once held her secrets and the cousin who stole her life, her heart turning to absolute ice. "I won't stop until you both have nothing left."”