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The Scarred Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 731    |    Released on: 15/04/2026

linds, throwing sharp, jagged shadows across the e

is face was carved from ice as he flipped open

in bold black ink: ANH GROUP UNDE

kly, clutching a thick stack of briefing folders to h

remely tight. At ten o'clock, you have the sit-down with Wall Street titan Pre

ational pillars of the Oneal Group's strategy for

the newspaper. He just opened his hand and let t

it," Eme

tared at his boss, his mouth hanging open sligh

His dark eyes locked onto Moss w

ed, his voice dangerously low. "Cle

Hancock has a notoriously vicious temper. If we stand him

nt irritation ripped

gold fountain pen resting on his desk.

n

from the cartridge. It splattered across the pristine white cuff

voice vibrating with rage, "does not a

way, sir." He scrambled to pull out his tablet,

leather chair. He closed hi

his eyes closed. "Use the official company letterhead. Tell her to meet

ouldn't comprehend why his boss would choose th

the desk, Moss kept his mouth shut. He nodded quick

his ruined suit jacket and threw it on the chair. He walke

looking back at him. The corner of his mouth

grandfather's spies were watching his every move. Meeting her at The Scarlet Lounge was the o

e buzzed loud

er and picked it

rough the speaker, yelling, "Are you out of your mind?! Pres

ess to handle," Emerson said

Emerson pressed the end call button.

ood by the window. He looked out over the city, his eyes fix

r heart all over again. It was th

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The Scarred Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
The Scarred Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
“Jerri McMahon was a ruthless Wall Street executive, hiding a massive scar and a permanently dead sense of taste behind a flawless, icy mask. But her carefully rebuilt life shattered when a hostile takeover aggressively targeted her company. The attacker was Emerson Oneal, the man who publicly humiliated her seven years ago, causing her to crash into a champagne pyramid and leaving her bleeding on the floor. Now, he forced her back to the exact club where she had lost her dignity. He paraded another woman on his lap and forced Jerri to swallow straight vodka to prove her sincerity. He didn't just want her company; he handed her an execution contract, demanding she surrender all her core patents for pennies. "You owe the Oneal family a life," Emerson spat. "You are going to pay for my mother's death." The accusation hit Jerri like lightning. She had desperately tried to save his mother from falling off that balcony. For seven years, she tortured herself, believing she simply wasn't good enough for him. She never realized that in his mind, she was a literal murderer. The last microscopic ghost of the love she once held for him completely died, leaving only cold ash. Wearing a blinding crimson gown-the exact color of her blood from that night-she snatched her clutch. "I would rather burn my company to the ground with my own two hands than give you a single cent." She turned her back on the man she once loved, officially igniting a brutal war to the death.”
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