Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

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physical assault. My years of humanitarian work had taught me compassion, but they had also taught me the har

knew. He saw the shift in my gaze, the hardening of my resolve. "Just sa

nder the pristine lights. I walked towards them, my movements slow and deliberate. Glennie, now held fi

d, her voice hoarse, a stark contrast to he

ssors. I straightened, turning to face her. Her face was ashen,

e tense silence. "You said a 'nobody' like me didn't deserve beautiful hair. You said you were going t

o was still kneeling, seemingly oblivious to the

stared blankly ahead, his wor

sped, a high-pitched sound of terror. I pulled, a firm, deliberate tug, bringing her

ell to the carpet, landing with a soft, almost mour

"My hair! You bitch! My beautiful hair!" She struggled violently, te

just a 'finishing touch'. You said a 'nobody' didn't deserve beautiful hair." I

and profound regret. She thrashed, trying to break f

the sales associate had placed my tiara. It was still there, shimmering. I wal

t on my head. It settled imperfectly over my uneven, brutally chopped hair, a crown over a wound. It

struggling, her eyes fixed on the tiara,

in the now silent salon. "It was never for you. Jus

vastation in her eyes. Her supermodel career, her carefully constr

exchanged wide-eyed, terrified glances. The awe they had for Ason Kane was n

shton Avila. He was still on the ground, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking. He w

longer dismissive. They were filled with a raw, agonizing remorse, a clear

. I felt the raw power, the suppressed violence, radiating from him. His protective

embodied. He would burn Ashton to the ground, atom by atom, if I so much as nodded