Broken Engagement, Unleashed Heiress's Fury

s behind his glamorous tech empire. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Isa

nt of everyone, he publicly broke our engagement,

ust winning. She had Chadwick's

ner. As she carved a bloody gash across my cheek, she laughed abou

my spirit completely shatte

who secretly bankrolls the entire Steele family fortune-stepped out. She took one look at my face,

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tired of living, and I knew the moment I truly stopp

one last chance, a final line in the sand. "Chadwick," I said into the phone, my voice calm despite the trem

smissive. "Kelsey, darling, it' s a launch, not a coding convention. Yo

play that reflects poorly on Nexus' s reputation," I pushed ba

s be real. You' re the brains, I' m the face. And Isa? She' s the sparkle. The public doesn' t wan

ear him explicitly state I was a liability to his image, even as his fiancée, was a n

And frankly, your input on public relations is as relevant as your choice

k. He hung up.

hrobbing behind my ribs. It wasn't just the words; it was the casual cruelty, the way he could just cut

s. My name always flashed up as a raw string of digits. It was a detail that used to sting

oncern, broke through my thoughts. "Oh, poor K

, her smile painted on, her eyes narrowed with mockery. She held

stepping closer. The scent of her expensive perfume, cloying and

r gaze raking over my comfortable, practical attire. My favorite dark wash jeans

escaping her lips. "Those... things you wear. It' s like you' re actively try

etter taste than that." She laughed, a short, sharp sound that echoed off the polis

ngs that mattered, on experiences, on investments, not on fleeting trends or brand names. "They ar

have nothing else to offer. Brands, Kelsey, are a statement. A declaration

y, was not just a personal choice to them. It was a weapon they used to diminish me, to make me feel

steady, betraying none of the anger brewing inside me. "But then again, when you ha

nto a sneer. "Oh, please. Don' t try to pretend your lack o

hat other people think you' re worth, based on a price tag. I know my value, Isa, and it has nothing to do wit

ed. "What do yo

wing smile playing on my lips. "I just wonder how long it' l

y pure rage. "You conniving little bitch!" she shrieked, her voice echoing in th

of calm settling over me. "Oh,

ar between us. And I knew, with a certainty that chilled