Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Author: Guo Er

Chapter 1

Word Count: 852 | Released on: Today at 13:53

ra Hayes shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the thin soles of her heels offering no insulation from the

rgiving. 10:15 PM. No new messages. Fifteen minu

orman, gave her another apologetic look. It was the third ti

t felt like cracking ice

had perfected over the years. The phone call an hour ago hadn't even been from him. It was his number, but the v

"You can go in now, Ms. Hayes. But ju

exclusive and suffocating. Laughter spilled from the suite at the end of the

h velvet sofa. A woman Clara recognized from the society pages, Brooke Bloom, w

inside. The laughter died down as heads turned.

e was quiet, barely a whispe

f she were a stranger who had wandered in by mistake. "Who

r. "You called," she said, the words catch

I thought he might get cold later." Her eyes, sharp and malicious, raked over Clara's simple dress, a silent judgment th

t stared at her, his express

slush. This wasn't just an oversight or a miscommunic

t. Instead of turning to leave, she took a step forward. Her gaze locked

ng time, based on my standard consultation fee, is two hundred dollars per hour. You'

ooke's smug smile froze on her face. Eve

mself from Brooke. A flicker of something dark and ugly passed through his eyes. He stared a

, his voice soft but bruta

He had personally directed her humiliation. Brooke, recovering, pr

he wind from outside seemed to have foll

red-dollar bill and a twenty, and tossed them onto th

ting, to reduce her to not

ng in her chest. She held his gaze for a second longer, then turned. She forced her spine to stra

ng her alone in the cold, silent hallway. The muffled sound of

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“I stood in the biting November wind for twenty minutes just to deliver a coat to my fiancé, Ethan. But when I entered the private club suite, I found a wealthy socialite sitting in his lap. He hadn't forgotten his coat. She had used his phone to summon me, just to mock my plain clothes and make me the punchline of their cruel joke. Ethan didn't defend me. Instead, he publicly denied our engagement in front of the city's elite, threw some cash on the table, and told me to get out. When I fled home and begged my father to call off the wedding, he furiously refused. "It is your duty to this family!" He roared the words, reminding me that this marriage was my lifelong penance for the car accident that killed Ethan's mother years ago. My stepmother just watched, fully aware that my father was using my trauma to secure his business deals with the Sterlings. I was suffocating under the crushing weight of a sin I didn't commit. Why did my entire existence have to be a transaction? Why was I forced to endure endless humiliation for a tragedy that wasn't even my fault? I had spent years being their obedient, silent victim, letting them drain the life out of me. But the next morning, when Julian Carlisle-the city's most notorious and untouchable billionaire who had unexpectedly defended me at the club-walked into my bakery, everything shifted. I looked right into his dark, intimidating eyes and smiled. This time, I was going to use the devil himself to break my cage.”