Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

hair in the middle of Van Cleef &

ing no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually

e army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I pi

nes, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and

' s "true love," sneered at my appearan

pping scissors and violently severed my waist-

e as a "pauper" and authorized security to

phone, thinkin

nected before my brother,

d with a fleet of armored SUVs

he had just assaulted the sister o

mbling supermodel, the s

esn't deserve beautif

them to the Black Cell and erased the

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of Wall Street" who'd rather dig latrines in war zones than walk a re

an crisis. It was about a marriage, a strategic alliance, as he called it, to Ashton Avila, the rising tech CEO everyone was buzzing

g people, not the dazzling, hollow roar of the city. But Ason Kane rarely took no for an answer. His voice, usually a calm, dangerous hum, had taken on a steel edge I kne

barked, from Van Cleef & Arpels. "Don't be late," he

he iconic green awning of Van Cleef & Arpels loomed. I adjusted the worn hoodie over my head, pulling the strings tighter. Jeans, a faded t-shirt, and sneakers-my uniform fo

he said, her smile polite but her eyes doing a quick, dismissive scan of my

voice calm, almost a murmur against the hush

expecting you." She led me through a maze of sparkling showcases, each holding treasures that could feed a small nat

mered under the spotlights. It wasn't my style, not truly, but I could appreciate

d, a sharp, imperious voice cut through the

hair a cascade of perfect waves, her designer dress clinging to every curve. Glennie Kramer. Her face, plas

er voice dripping with venom, as if t

Kramer, this piece has been custom-ordered by the Kane

cure distant cousin you dug up from obscurity? Look at her." She gestured at me with a perfectly manicured

rgy for real crises. This wasn' t one of them. "I assure you," I said

ttire again, a sneer playing on her lips. "And what exactly ar

her sneer. "Darling, just take that piece from her. I'll pay d

s. "Miss Kramer, please understand, this is a b

from the pedestal, carelessly tossing it aside. "I want that tiara. And I want it now." She po

reached for the tiara. Her hand trembled as she lifted it, a silent apology in her

ndercurrent that made the sales associate flinch.

rk when you're a nobody. Ashton told me to always go for what I want. And baby, I want that." She leane

Glennie Kramer, the supermodel, w

cold knot forming in my stomach. "

Ashton. My childhood sweetheart. The man I'm destined to marry." She paused, letting the words han

bout "childhood sweetheart." The one he allegedly always came back to. And As

isper. I pulled out my phone, my fingers fumbling as I type

ore a smooth, confident

Your fiancée." I glanced at Glennie, whose triumphant smirk didn't wav

en a confused laugh. "Ashlynn who? Look, I don't k

e hadn' t met me, not properly, not in a way tha

the background. "Who is it, Ashton, darling? Som

ok, whoever this is, stop bothering me. Glennie and I are cel

ere, Glennie Kramer, she's trying to take my engagemen

nt. "Listen, honey, Glennie deals with stalkers for me all the time. She's got my f

e line w

silence in the store was deafening. Glennie, who had been li

ion to teach you a lesson, didn't he? How do you like that, little tramp?" She gestured at my hoodie and jeans. "Honestly, look at yo

from Ashton was the real wound. A cold fur

imply a choice. It doesn't define my worth, unlike s

ur little philosophical nonsense? You know what? I don't like your face. I don't like your h

s from a nearby display. The sales associate gasped, but

gh and shrill. "You don't even deserve a decent ha

trained to do in countless tense situations. But something held me back. A st

still, my eyes locked on hers, a chilling calm settling over me. The sales as

dn't cut in years, hair that had brushed my waist, fell to the pr

street dog!" She raised the scissors again, her eyes alight with cruelty. "You know what? I

d me like scattered leaves. The sales associate was openly weeping

my hair, but I refused to flinch. I refused to give her the satisfactio

d the sales as

ell, then another. My vision blurred, not from tears, but

ice barely audible, but it cut

"Or what, little nobody? Your rich brother will come save you? The one who aband

fered her a chance to retr

g its quiet murmur, gaining a new, dangerous

it to you, she would ensure our store loses its lease, its reputation... everything." She gestured desperately ar

d her, arm in arm, flashing on the screen. "See? This isn't just about me. Ashton backs me u

fell silent, sensing something primal and dangerous. My jaw clenched, and my eyes, which usually held a calm, observant wa

d that my position here, my very right to exist in this space, is dictated by her whims and the precariousness

tremor ran through her hand as she lowered the scissors. "Don't try to intimidate me, you hobo! I told yo

e screeching. "Tell her! Tell her what happ

e... The Kramers are very influential. And Mr. Avila... he's a rising

shoppers and high-society eave

"Glennie Kramer's family has deep pockets. And Asht

she's got no idea who she's messing with.

on Glennie, whose eyes now held a desperate edge. She wa

e dropping to a venomous whisper. "Now, get out of here before I make sure you never show your face in New York high society again. Go back to your dirty villages and leave OUR tiara alone." She he

hick with the scent of fear and th