Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Chapter 3

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a felt a hot flush creep up her neck. She kept h

as gone, replaced by something colder, more co

his sofa. It wasn't an invitation to sit. It was a summons. The hum

his jaw. He shot Clara a warning look, but

ading through thick mud. She stopped beside him, deliberately leaving a full arm's length

ore vanishing. He leaned back into the sofa, the pictur

s tone deceptively light, "what was all the drama a

ess, a verbal brand that tied her directly to Ethan,

e stammered, his usual composure gone. "Just a misunderstanding. Brooke... she accidentally took a picture of you, Julian.

drumming a silent, steady rhythm on the arm of the sof

king my picture? That's it?" He let the pathetic excuse hang in the air. Then his gaze flickered bet

ret everyone knew, the foundation of Ethan's power

red against her rib

swallowed. His eyes darted away, u

f you are, you're not doing a very good job of it. Letting anoth

everyone to see. Clara's cheeks burned. It was a strange, dizzying feeling-to be so publi

es moved to Clara. They were cold, devoid of any warmth, any hist

urally clear. "You heard

, she had dreamed of this engagement ending, but not like this. To have it, and by extension, her, publicl

face lit up with undis

ling nothing. He was the one who had lit the match, a

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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.”