The Heiress You Threw Away

e done

ere. We were supposed to be celeb

of the penthouse he' d just led

culously luxurious apartment. "The penthouse. The sports car in the ga

rd and a set of keys acro

st four years," he adde

ocess the words. A thank you? Four years of

ng about, Ethan? A t

at me. His face was a cold mask. "A family allianc

ears we spent together, the life

d me so tight, his voice thick with emotion as he whispered my name over and

a celebration of

w it was

was gone. No note, no text, just a

im all day, but h

door. He handed me an envelope with the keys and a de

st name. Mr. H

slap in the fac

s words echoing in my ears. He thought money could fix th

ding me," I muttere

crushing. He

ged him, saying, "What if I told you I could buy your family' s struggli

ir. "Oh, Ava. You and your wild im

n scholarships. He had no clue that the scholarships were a front, that my

ten million dollars he l

e point. It was ne

t him. It w

ampioned the underdog, who hated the arrogance of the

s wrong. Ter

keys in my hand,

e screen, dialing a numbe

d you to find someone for me. Ethan Hayes. I want t

nd, then a calm, professional voic

e heartbroken

or Ava Riley