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Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 871    |    Released on: 03/02/2026

d plastic. Her reflection stared back-pale, composed, a mask of porcelain perfe

s had been stripped away, leaving the stem smooth and harmless. Just l

t of wet earth and decaying leaves. It was the anniversary of her mother's death. She stepped out,

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threatened to turn it inside out. Through the gr

an's

d. Despite the pressure from his family to distance himsel

e reached for the handle of the rear door, intendin

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bration that rocked the heav

rk, illegal in most states, but the window was cracked open an inch

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ht a trench coat that exact shade last week, charging

nd low. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I

's lungs. It wasn't a

ndle to rip it open. Instead, a cold, clinical clar

m her pocket. Her hands

tched to video, and held the le

he audio. It caught the side of Julian's face, contorte

," Tiffany moaned. "She ac

ust fund," Jul

ly to her encrypted cloud storage. Only when the 'Upload

collar. Then, she balled her hand into a fist

ion stoppe

The sound of zippers, the t

an's face appeared, flushed and ter

closed, her eyes wide with fake shock, thou

"El, listen, it's not-sh

him finish. She ra

landed squarely on Julian's lap, the whi

" she said, her voice devoid of inflectio

s if it were toxic. "You think you can judge me? You're nothi

at didn't reach her eyes. "A liability? You're abo

u want to climb the Stark ladder so badly, I think I'll go m

barking sound. "Alden? The Butcher of Wa

ing down at him like he was a

ned on

om her hand. She let it go. It tumbled away

her coat, her skin. She needed t

eper into the cemetery, toward the priv

sleek, armored sedan that looked less

ere. She was bett

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Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride
Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride
“I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name. Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her." Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card. "She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her." I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed. I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck. I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned. "Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms. I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives.”