Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Chapter 5

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away, his jaw set like stone. He wasn't going to risk his fam

to leave. "Fine. I guess my time isn't valuable. I'll just tell my bro

-was a lightning bolt. Ethan's face went white. This was no longe

knew exactly what he was doing. He was using the blunt instrument

med to shrink into the fur

iation. She mumbled the words, her voice thick with resentment. "I... I'm sorry." It w

made her a player in the same sick power game she despised. She

ic." But he didn't push her further. He turned to Clara

y audible. "Mr. Carlisle, does this have anything to do with me?" It was a we

you not laugh at my sixty-nine-dollar jacket?" He threw the ab

never get a straight answer from this man. "

nanimous hand.

. The frigid night air hit her like a physical shock, and she gasped, shivering violently. She had left in suc

y alone, adrift in the heart of a cit

e her. The back window glided down, re

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a wary

n a placating gesture. "I'm Lucas Sinclair. A friend o

bfounded. Julian? He had

owed by Lucas. He saw her standing there, hugging hersel

t even look at her for more than

ng that made both C

movement, he started shr

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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.”