Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

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nce. I looked at the lock of my hair in her hand, then at the h

ed out her chest. "What's so funny, pauper? Real

was just wondering if you could repeat tha

by renewed scorn. "Oh, you want an encore? Fine. I said, I'll shave your head. Make

" I murmured. "Just making sure I heard you correctly." I took a step forward. "Be

off to play in the dirt? Ashton said he'd handle any 'family

e missed, her momentum carrying her forward. Unprepared for the sudden lack of resistance, she stumbled, a high-pitched yelp escaping her lips as she tripped over

sp went through

you see that?" s

She actually dodg

eal trouble. Glenni

ermodel! Ashton Avi

Glennie, sprawled on the floor, her face a mask of shock

chment washing over me. They don't know who Ason is. They th

thoroughly terrified, was still clutching my tiara. "The tiara," I s

ng nervously between me and the still-recover

lling out my phone and selecting the ban

Van Cleef & Arpels, likely inflated by the drama. I typed in the amount, confirmed th

aid. "Now,

ara into my outstretched palm. The diamonds felt cool and heavy

nk you can just walk away after this?" Glennie, now on her feet, scrambled towards me,

her disheveled appearance. "But right now, you just look like a desperate, untamed animal. P

t assault, the heavy glass doors of Van Cleef

at exuded power and wealth. His dark hair was perfectly coiffed, his eyes a piercing blue that swept over the scene with an almost p

ame is going on here?" Ashton's vo

t like a shipwreck survivor. "Ashton! Oh, Ashton! Thank God you're here! This... this creature!" She pointed a trembling finger at me. "She attacked me! She stole

sic Wall Street face-sharp jawline, confident eyes, a smile that could charm millions. He had the

e. Your fiancée." I held up the tiara in my hand, the diamonds catching the ligh

g about Glennie' s drama, now exchanged wide-eyed glances. "Did

looked at me, then at the tiara, then back to my half-choppe

s clear. "What is this nonsense? I don't have a fiancée named Ashlynn Kane. My fian

n! A stalker! She's probably just made up some crazy story about being your fiancé

"A stalker? Is that what this is? Good God, Glennie, did you really fall for this trick again?" He patted he

true suffering was immune to such shallow barbs-but because they confirmed the utter hollowness of the man Aso

eath, now let out a collective sigh of relie

d you she w

ght she could tr

lways dealing wi

r! She clearly needs

mockery, their eyes filled with scorn. The sales associate looked

narrow worldview, all without a shred of understanding or curiosity. The world I had left, the one fil

udged the situation." I looked at Ashton, my gaze unwavering, holding his for a long, silent moment. "

g the light as I moved. I didn't wait for a response.