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The Jilted Heiress And Her Possessive Guardian

The Jilted Heiress And Her Possessive Guardian

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 856    |    Released on: Today at 11:14

arly autumn wind of New York rushed into the back seat of the black

wed Eleanor Vance, her business partner. The vibration buzzed again

thumb across the

was tight with anxiety. "Braden is at the clu

. She did not feel a single ounce of the anger a fi

ared. The years of navigating the treacherous waters of her famil

the driver. Her voice was flat and h

ror. He saw the dead, freezing look in her eyes an

For a split second, the image of her father's blood pooling on the

her palms that the skin nearly broke. She used the sharp physical p

oors of The Pinnacle Club. A doorman in a crisp

e pavement. She smoothed down the front of her trench coat

massive guard lifted his arm to block her

ket and pulled out a solid black card stamped with the Cof

olor drained from his cheeks, and he quickly dr

fening bass of electronic music and the thick smel

floor. Her eyes were sharp, scannin

ty hand out to grab her waist. Ardella twisted her body just in

he second floor. Suddenly, the air around her seemed to dro

eyes cut through the di

as a tall man in a custom black suit. He was

eating. An invisible hand reached into her chest an

She recognized the suffocating dominance th

voice from two years ago echoed in her ears. Just playi

ealizing it. The heel of her shoe

ver the music, but the man on the balcony sto

d. The flashing lights vanished. There was

es. It was there for a fraction of a second before it wa

He turned his head away, breaking the contact, and wen

mach twisted into a painful knot. The familiar somatic response

ang of blood on her tongue. She forced her legs to move, turning her back

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The Jilted Heiress And Her Possessive Guardian
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“Ardella caught her fiancé Braden cheating with an actress in a downtown VIP room. It was supposed to be a simple business marriage to save her family's bankrupt company. But instead of supporting her, her uncle and aunt demanded she get on her knees and apologize to the cheating fiancé. They didn't care about her dignity; they only cared about the merger capital. Her cousin publicly mocked her, and her uncle threatened to permanently hide the police file revealing who murdered her father if she ruined the deal. To make matters worse, Ethelbert Stone, the terrifying billionaire who raised her-and the man she was desperately trying to escape-publicly claimed he didn't know her. Yet, moments later, he trapped her in his car, his eyes filled with a sick, possessive rage, reminding her that every inch of her belonged to him. She was completely cornered by a cheating fiancé, a parasitic family, and an obsessed former guardian. They had drained her father's trust fund dry and now wanted to sell her off to cover their debts. They really thought she was just a helpless pawn they could manipulate and discard at will. But they were dead wrong. Ardella calmly wiped her hands after throwing scalding tea at her aunt's feet, staring down at her greedy family. "The headline tomorrow will read: Price Group Bankrupt, Fails to Sell Niece to Cover Debts." She backed up the video of her fiancé's betrayal to ten different servers and sent a text to her private investigator. Tonight, at the elite society dinner, she was going to blow the scandal wide open and drag them all down with her.”