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Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 809    |    Released on: 08/01/2026

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e, but for Austen. The sight of the blood-the sheer, hor

creamed, his voice cr

against it. He grabbed the handle and yanked, but it held fast. Locked

key?" Austen shouted, fran

associate swaying on his f

it," he

all silver key

He missed the catch. The key skittered across the

fted to the blood pooling inside the freezer.

vived this, if the baby survived, her place as the queen

ment fluid and predator

me help,"

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sharp, sic

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ead of the key. The rest of it was broke

ken metal in her hand. H

you do?" h

hrugging effortlessly. "I

attling it violently. It didn't budge. He pounded his

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were underwater. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel my legs any

at the crowd, spit flying from hi

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ing completely. He banged his fists against the g

't mean for this. Wake up

placed a hand on his shoulde

ly. "It is over. She is gone. It

d-eyed. "Shut up! T

ted eyebrow. "You gave the order, Aus

d back at me

h him through the glass. I didn't have the strength to speak, b

s co

ed, leaning closer

g sound. "No one is coming, y

the worl

ard with a deafening boom. Metal twisted like paper, and shrapnel sliced

ke shadows-swift, silent, lethal. Gunfire erupted in short, controlled bursts, d

the ruined door, his face a

the swirling smoke

on a cane, but his presence fill

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ive. And he looked like the devil hi

he glass wall of my tomb, trapp

spered into th

hythmic tap of my father's cane striking the floor, foll

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Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake
Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake
“I was eight months pregnant with the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. My husband, Austen, told me he was hosting a private celebration to honor me and the baby. But when I walked into the warehouse, the steel doors slammed shut behind me. I wasn't in a ballroom. I was locked inside an industrial glass freezer. Through the thick glass, I saw Austen standing with his assistant, Deb. They were laughing. He told me he didn't care about his son; he only cared about the trust fund that would unlock upon my father's death. "Cool her off," he ordered. His men dumped buckets of ice water onto me. The shock was instant. I begged him to stop, screaming for the life of our child, but he just watched with cold eyes. As I collapsed into a slush of ice and my own blood, I felt the baby fade away. Austen thought he had won. He thought my father, the Don, was dead and buried. He thought I was just a helpless, spoiled princess he could dispose of to seize the throne. He was wrong. With my last ounce of strength, I looked through the glass and mouthed three words: "He is coming." Before Austen could react, the warehouse doors didn't just open-they exploded inward. And through the smoke walked the man Austen thought was worm food. My father wasn't dead. But my husband was about to wish he was.”
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