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The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1020    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

the leather chair be

no tears. Crying was a biological response to pain, and right

phone and connected

bank transfer receipts, and the DNA repor

ent, she unplugged the USB, wiped the syst

er legs felt co

dropped to her knees and reached under the bottom shelf, pre

a dusty m

id. Resting on a bed of faded velv

hen she walked away from the Montgomery family f

dead phone into

Memories of her grandfather's furious face flashed behind her eyes. He h

ckered to life

internal secure line. A nu

time before a v

aking." The elderly lawyer's v

m," she

through the speaker. "Miss Harlo

ut the window at the darkening sk

voice trembling with suppressed excitemen

if I come back, the board will demand I fulfill the

confirmed. "The fam

rrent candidat

his aggressive overseas expansion plans. They are demanding a strategic marriage with the historically grounded Mon

re Clay

a ghost, a ruthless predator in the financial world. And

ered. "I want an informal m

edule is locked down months in

's leverage. Get me an invitation to w

ng back to the ruthless efficiency of a Mon

hung

in the tin and shoved it i

and straight into the maste

rts. Cheap, unassuming dresses she had bought to make Barrett feel li

nse disgust wa

c snapped. She threw them onto the floor. She tore down the skirts, the blous

to the very bac

a thick, blac

haute couture gown. It was a piece f

nthouse chimed. The elec

echoed through the hallw

tepped into the black velvet. The fabric

of the closet, holding a brown p

dead in h

his eyes dragged up her body, taking in the black

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dn't yell. She just looked at him like he was a

olute zero temperature in her e

oardroom arrogance. He set the food down and took a step toward

him. His fingers

er, right where he had almost touched

e Tom Ford," s

dropped to his side. "It's... someone in t

n blink at the

om the vanity and walked past h

ic turning into anger. He grabbed her elbow. "I

at his hand gr

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aid, repeating his

ront door and let it

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The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge
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“For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett. Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid. When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives. "Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself." I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together. Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company. He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life. He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire. I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer. "Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."”