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Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Heiress

Chapter 4

Word Count: 765 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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pulled a small brass key from his pocket, a

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not open

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ver financial routing gave us everything we needed. The York syn

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t said, opening the door for him. "Your

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them believe I am compromised. It will fo

inless-steel doors slid shut, and the atmo

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vate underground parking level where a bl

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enger seat, the tinted glass

st pocket and pulled out

our years ago, but Beatrix's bright, unburde

tograph, the cold, ruthless mask slipping away to reve

my little bird," Jaziel w

cut deeper than any blade, but he would bear it. He had played the villain for four ye

cing through the Manhattan rain toward hi

assed his staff and walke

safe behind the mahogany bookshelf and

teel door p

lining was bare. The tita

rfaced. He closed his eyes, and Beatrix's figure rose in his mind-how she had moved through the night like a sil

kness. She had left no trace, just as she had when she departed four years ago-so resolute and absolute. This emptine

phone buzzed

answe

came through th

nking at the Obsidian Lounge,

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Tamarah Lupton Billionaires

“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."”