Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Chapter 6

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r car-into Lucas Sinclair's arms. Then, in a swift, almost violent motion, he snatched the much plainer, worn Barbour jac

e luxurious coat, a look of p

the words a command directed at

ng. Julian Carlisle, the terror of New York, was too proud to offer a wo

walked over to Clara. She had watched the entire

dy. "Julian felt bad you were cold," he said, his voice warm and kind. "This is his

shot him a look that could

ent deeper than just the heat. It smelled faintly of cedar and something e

red to Lucas. "And... p

tell him yourself. He's

was now scowling at the pavement as if it had personally offe

into the car, he rejoined

oice full of laughter. "Really? S

a coat," Julian retorted, his voice a

es, giving up on his imp

a different drama was unfolding. Brooke ra

let him humilia

r hand when she tried to grab his arm. "Him? You mean Julian Ca

't have a fiancée! You

hisper. "Do you have any idea who Clara is? She's a Hayes. Her mother, before she died, left her a fifteen

e's face. The cold, hard rea

g. "I tolerated you because you were amusing. Now,

g car without a backward glance, l

ashmere coat around her. Her mind was a chaotic jumble of the night's even

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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.”