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Discarded Fiancée: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: 16/04/2026

hief fluttered to

skin. He could feel the eyes of every major investor, every rival

rist and drag her out the side door. "Stop making a s

er stilettos, twisting her body to avoid his grasp. "Don't to

king foolish. Before he could recover,

a small, squa

directly at Devyn's chest. The box hit him with a solid thu

arat diamond ring rolled o

ainst the stone was deafening in the s

e crowd. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs,

ck family and the Langley family is her

c clicking of camera shutters filled the air. The pre

pening and closing like a dying fish. He could not

dare

her way to the front. She was wearing a heavy emerald-green gown, her face flushed dark r

ng finger in her face. "You ungrateful, classless little

back down an inch. "Ask your son why h

s bulge. She decided to use the o

ankrupt twenty-five years ago! You are a charity case! A beggar! If my family hadn't taken pity o

crowd chuckled nervously, trying to align th

his tie. "Apologize right now, Jeannette. Get on your knees and pi

d Devyn, a smug, victoriou

eached for the gun holstered under his jacket. Kian's jaw was locked so tight a muscle ticked violently in

n't cry. She

dark laugh esc

personal space. The sheer force of Jeann

ts. Your family circled us like sharks the moment you smelled blood in the water. You capitalized on

me. Blinded by rage, she raised her hand, aim

caught Cynthia's wrist mid-air. Her fingers dug into the older

ntly shoved Cyn

, her voice dropping to a terrifying calm. She pulled her pho

screen-the trigger for the hacking software con

n dead in the e

presse

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Discarded Fiancée: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession
Discarded Fiancée: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession
“I was supposed to be the lucky one, the bankrupt Beaumont heiress engaged to Devyn Langley, the golden boy of Boston's elite. But the moment I landed from Europe, my best friend shoved a high-definition photo in my face. It was Devyn, tangled in white sheets with another woman. I didn't cry. Instead, I planted hidden cameras in his secret Manhattan penthouse and heard the disgusting truth. "When are you going to dump that boring bitch?" his mistress whined. "Soon. As soon as her family's final trust fund payout clears. Then I'll toss her out like trash," Devyn laughed. To add insult to injury, he removed me from the guest list of his family's charity gala. When I showed up anyway, his mother pointed a shaking finger at my face in front of the entire upper crust. "You are a charity case! A beggar! Get out!" she screamed, while Devyn demanded I get on my knees and apologize. They paraded around like saints, using my family's tragedy for good PR while secretly plotting to steal my last penny and destroy me. Did they really think I was just a weak, compliant fiancée who would quietly accept her ruin? Wearing a blood-red dress, I hacked the ballroom's main screen and broadcasted his 4K sex tape to every billionaire and reporter in the room. Then, I threw my five-carat ring at his chest and walked away with Kian Koch-the most terrifying man on Wall Street-leaving the Langley empire to burn.”