The Heiress You Destroyed

Dolores

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The ultrasound gel was cold on my pregnant belly. My fiancé, Markus, and father, Charles-my entire world-were supposedly locked in a crucial investor meeting. But then, an anonymous email. A live stream flickered to life, revealing Charles beaming, proposing to his mistress. My blood ran cold when the camera panned to Markus, smiling beside Chloe Jenkins, her hand resting on her visibly pregnant stomach, announcing their engagement. Their words echoed: my commitment ceremony was a sham, my child illegitimate, merely a pawn in their elaborate scheme to secure the Fairmont empire through the Jenkins women. The man I loved, playing me for a fool for years. A recording from his friends confirmed it: I was just a "naive heiress," knocked up without a real ring, while he secretly chased Chloe. The betrayal was a physical blow. At our family gala, on the anniversary of my mother' s death, Chloe wore my mother' s vintage Chanel. When I confronted her, she staged a fall, framing me. Markus, my Markus, coldly watched as she shoved me backwards, my head hitting the marble balustrade. I gasped, blood blooming on my dress. Both my father and fiancé ignored me, leaving me bleeding, my life' s foundation shattered. My credit cards were declined. Abandoned by family, publicly branded a homewrecker, and physically attacked on the street, I was in despair. Why me? How long had this monstrous lie ensnared me? But just as a chair was poised to strike, a strong hand intervened. Alexander Sterling, the reclusive tech mogul, stepped forward. "Who dares call Mr. Sterling' s child a bastard?" he thundered, sweeping me into his arms. My child, his heir. My world had turned inside out, and a new, powerful game had just begun.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Scheming Billionaires

Chapter 10

01-06 20:01

Introduction

Their words echoed: my commitment ceremony was a sham, my child illegitimate, merely a pawn in their elaborate scheme to secure the Fairmont empire through the Jenkins women. The man I loved, playing me for a fool for years. A recording from his friends confirmed it: I was just a "naive heiress," knocked up without a real ring, while he secretly chased Chloe.

The betrayal was a physical blow. At our family gala, on the anniversary of my mother' s death, Chloe wore my mother' s vintage Chanel. When I confronted her, she staged a fall, framing me. Markus, my Markus, coldly watched as she shoved me backwards, my head hitting the marble balustrade. I gasped, blood blooming on my dress. Both my father and fiancé ignored me, leaving me bleeding, my life' s foundation shattered.

My credit cards were declined. Abandoned by family, publicly branded a homewrecker, and physically attacked on the street, I was in despair. Why me? How long had this monstrous lie ensnared me? But just as a chair was poised to strike, a strong hand intervened. Alexander Sterling, the reclusive tech mogul, stepped forward. "Who dares call Mr. Sterling' s child a bastard?" he thundered, sweeping me into his arms. My child, his heir. My world had turned inside out, and a new, powerful game had just begun.