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Broken By The Heir, Claimed By Power

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1282    |    Released on: 07/01/2026

ays, through a service door that swung shut behind

ar and industrial dishwasher detergent. Waiters in white coats rushed past with trays of fil

hoved her into a small alcove near the ice mach

ck his bow tie in the reflection

lly looked at him-and felt a wave of vertigo. This was the man she had made breakfast for t

demanded. He turned on her, hi

ry. Not Let

o leaked

n her hand. The weight of the lens

d her arm

ncer square in the ch

re it hit the floor. The lens inside rolled out, th

The Canon 50mm. The one he'd pointed out in a shop w

cked. A flash of something like

ena

surprised her. Her hands were shaking, but he

You don't understand. This isn't real. It's... it's a merger. The Van

Business? You're marrying her, Spence

darting to the door. "Vanessa knows. She doesn't care. We have an under

hed it back, pressing herself agains

he words tasting like acid.

f sincerity. "Vanessa is... she's furniture. She's a mannequin. I

he rest of his family. "We can make this work, Elena. I can get you a better apartment. Something

ilt. "You want to ma

s... it's a partnership. Once I have access to the t

xcept you," E

carrying a tray of dirty dishes froze, seeing them. S

t was a dry, hollow sound

I would be okay with being your dirty little secret? That I would

drowning. You work yourself to the bone for a dying newspaper. You're constantly worried about y

ke a slap. He made her resilience so

you to save

mother... she holds the purse strings. If I don't do this, she cuts me off. I'd have nothing. I

stating. "You're not protecting us. You're selling

Careful, Elena. You walk out that door, you have nothing. No boyfriend. No access to this world. You think

lt taller, suddenly. "I'd rather sle

exit that led to the a

his hand against the do

voice. "There are paparazzi at the back entrance. If they see you cr

o her pocket and pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen, b

't been, but Spencer didn't know that. "Move, Spencer. Or tomorrow's he

tared at the phone as i

tfully, he lo

g a mistake,"

e," Elena said, "was be

der checking his chest, and sh

alley behind the restaurant. Dumpsters overflowed with discarded lob

her, sealing Spencer inside h

slid down until she was crouching on the damp pavement. She gasped for air,

showed No Service. The thick stone walls

for a second. The window was tinted so dark it looked like a mirror, re

iously. She wouldn't l

engine purring low and menacing, before it

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Broken By The Heir, Claimed By Power
Broken By The Heir, Claimed By Power
“I spent two years navigating the stratified air of Spencer Kensington's world, thinking I was the woman he loved. I even ate instant ramen for months to afford a vintage camera lens for our anniversary. When I got a mysterious text about "Operation Blue Moon," I thought it was our private signal for a proposal. Instead, I walked into a limestone fortress to find the Kensington and Van Der Woodsen Engagement Party in full swing. Spencer wasn't there for a romantic dinner; he was standing under a crystal chandelier, announcing his "business merger" with a blonde heiress. When I confronted him in a service hallway, he didn't apologize. He offered to buy me a brownstone and keep me as his "side project" while his mother, Victoria, watched from the balcony like a queen. "Vanessa is just furniture," he said, his voice full of a terrifying sincerity. "But you're the one I love. I can give you a life of ease." When I refused to be his dirty little secret, the retaliation was instant and brutal. By the next morning, I was fired from my reporting job, my father's nursing home funding was pulled, and I returned home to find my apartment condemned by the city. My entire life was piled in wet boxes on a rain-soaked sidewalk. I couldn't understand how one family could have the power to erase a person's existence in a single night. How could the man who kissed me yesterday watch his mother leave me homeless and penniless today? Standing in the rain next to my ruined belongings, a black SUV pulled up and Mayor Julian Sterling stepped out. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a deal. "The Kensingtons are panicked," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "And panicked people make mistakes. You have a reason to watch them burn. I want to see what you know." I took his hand, knowing he was just as dangerous as the people I was fighting, but I was done being the victim. This wasn't just a breakup anymore; it was a war.”