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The Heiress's Unseen Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 690    |    Released on: 22/08/2025

my skin like a shroud. A passing taxi splashed a wave of dirty water over me, and the heel of my shoe snapped, sendi

eached the penthouse. The party was o

hiskey in his hand. He looked up as I enter

d to you?" he asked

t. He immediately wrapped his large, dry coat aroun

ours ago, would have melted my heart. Now, it wa

d like pain as he saw the cuts on my feet.

it, his touch as careful as if I were a precious doll. The sting of the w

rmur. He prepared the tub, filling it with steamin

traced a path down my cheek. I wiped it away, m

oison, and I had been d

d box on the coffee table. It was the gift I had brought back for him from

it up, a look of genuine surpr

it up. "Ella... this is incr

g, burying his face in

tensed. I pushed away gently. "It was noth

y voice flat. I needed to get away fr

gift. He didn't notice the coldness in my eyes or the trem

t get in the tub. I just sat on the cold floor, the steam filling th

up the screen. It

t to see it. It's the perfect gif

ldn't break any further, spli

er. I was just the errand girl, pick

my home. This was their home. I was just a temporary gues

overheard. Ella knows she

in a sea of lies. The

y gaze. I would not be a gh

amily. I would cl

ld start

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“I was Ella Cash, a ballerina who gave up everything for Damien Wolfe, believing his philosophy that love should be free and untethered. I thought our love was superior, purer than any vow or ring could make it. Then, I overheard him on the balcony of his penthouse, talking to a friend. "Of course I'm going to marry her. Kiersten is the only one for me." He called me a "placeholder," dismissing our two years together. My world shattered. Every loving gesture, every whispered promise, every shared dream-it was all a lie. He left me standing there, rushing off to Kiersten, who was crying in Central Park. There, I heard the ultimate betrayal: "I never loved Ella. I pursued her for you. I needed her to carry our child so you wouldn't have to put your career on hold." The baby I miscarried wasn't ours; it was Kiersten's, conceived with a donor's sperm. I was just a vessel, an unwitting surrogate. To add insult to injury, I learned I was the real Bentley heiress, a truth Damien and Kiersten conspired to hide to protect her inheritance. They even tried to kill me, pushing me into a pool, with Damien choosing to save her over me.”