Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Chapter 2

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that felt like they were collapsing. A bitter taste rose in her throat. The shaking started in her

he corridor broke the silence

ng security guards. They moved with a nervous energy, flanking the elevator entrance as if

predatory grace that commanded the space around him. He was all sh

the wall, trying to become invisible. Her luck had

dim light and made her feel even more exposed. A low voice,

st enjoying the fine art

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nned to a board. His eyes drifted over her, taking in the thin dress, her bare arms,

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escaped him. He pushed open the suite door and walked in

r and sycophancy. He wore a faded, army-green jacket that looked like it had seen better days, a stark contrast

ed to bridge the awkward silence. "Mr. Carlisle, is t

e glance. "This? Sixty-nine bucks

kles. No one dared question him. He had just demonstrated, with a few words,

ively. "Sit, sit. Don't

w revolved around him. He was the sun, and

no empty seats. All she wanted was to disappear, to melt into the floorboards.

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in the room swiveled back to her. She w

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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.”