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Falling for the Disgraced Heir

Falling for the Disgraced Heir

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Chapter 1 Disowned Heir

Word Count: 1083    |    Released on: 24/11/2025

nd the endless chatter of the city's elite-it was j

uxedos and glittering gowns. Her feet ached from twelve hours of double shifts, but she forced her lips

his hand brushing too close to her waist. Julia shifted

e velvet curtain toward the staff ar

h, Bra

oad-shouldered, dressed in an undone tuxedo like he'd just crawled out of a whiskey bottle. His dark h

e, cold in his immaculate tailored suit.

om this moment, you

rowd

p. In a room full of predators

pagne glasses tre

tter it cut through the music. "You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you,

"Trash doesn't belong in the Hughes family.

surrounded by flashing bulbs and

he city. Corporate royalty. She'd heard enough horror stories from her

son-the "playboy heir" th

spoiled brat getting a tas

n slammed it down with a reckless grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, drink up! Hugh

ered, others clapped, most

a. It wasn't her circus. Rich people destroyed themselves every day.

the kitchen, exhaustion dragging at her shoulders. Just one more sh

ed. "Clean up the mess at

pulling her

s scattered like confetti. At the center sat Brandon Hughes,

fened. Jus

she muttered,

dshot but startlingly sharp. A lazy grin

. "Do I look like

. "Back there...you didn't

r yourself. I don't have tim

, turning into something raw. "Spo

he counter harde

t out, grabbing her wr

glaring. "None

ning closer. "Because right now...you're the only perso

rritation to snap it away. Smoot

stay out of my way. Some of

rned t

floor. Then her manager's furious voice: "Ju

cold. Fired?

ughes grinning sheepishly, spre

nds curled

her the one paycheck

=

ed streets toward her shabby apartment. Her unif

uneven foots

back-and nea

ggered after her like a lost puppy. His tuxedo

pped. "Why are y

d grin. "Because yo

ing," she

g angel. My savior." Then, as if the night

ime to catch him before he hit the grou

leave him there, in the

red, broken, stripped of arrogance

, hauling him upright.

ged, half-carried hi

ck screamed, and she hate

onto her couch, she was p

g her name though she'd

eart

ell do you

closed, his breathing de

ng rain onto the floor, f

liated her, and now collapsed in he

nted h

eded h

ye

him, the faintest fro

he looked like a ma

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