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The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 813    |    Released on: Today at 18:19

y. Inside the top floor of the Santiago Corporation

. His face was hard. He was listening to a group of senior ex

ound on the carpet. He walked up to the desk and pla

security team following Miss Evelena had j

he executive who was speaking stopped mid-sentence. The en

The video from the luxur

new short hair made her look sharp

blood ran cold. His eyes darkened into a violent, murderous

wrist. It showed her twisting it. It showed he

es vanished. A wave of pure, inte

. He was wrong. She was a predat

Then, it pulled up into a full, dark

heir arms stand up. They had worked for him for years.

d dismissively. He told the executives to

at Palmer. He ordered him to find out everythin

He said it was a high-society charity auction happenin

he organizers. He told him to use the Santiago name to

a quiet corner of a cafe. S

ith. Orlaith asked if she was really plan

arity was her grandfather's legacy. She was not going

ide the cafe. Three massive, black, bulletproof Mayba

ing. They stared out the window at the

the cars. They walked into the cafe

ke loudly enough for the whole room to hear. H

knew Ingram sent them. She felt the heavy stare

hly, grabbed her bag, and walked out

t heavily, blocking out the noise of the city. The car smelle

assenger seat. He turned around a

a breathtaking pink diamond necklace. The stones ca

's exact words. "The boss says if you are

er chest. Her pulse hammered in her throat. For the first time in her

out the tinted window at the passing

fighting a

ng back to the penthouse. A storm was comi

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The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
“I was the rightful heir to the Valenzuela estate, but my aunt and cousin treated me worse than a stray dog. On a freezing rainy night, they forged documents to strip me of my trust fund and violently ordered their bodyguards to throw me out. My cousin snatched the rosewood urn containing my mother's ashes. She smashed it onto the marble floor and maliciously ground the white powder under her stiletto heel. When Aidan, the elderly butler who had protected me since I was a baby, tried to shield me from their assassins in the storm, he was stabbed in the back. His hot blood poured over my hands as he died in the muddy puddle, while my aunt's men laughed and raised their blades to finish me off. They thought I was just a nameless orphan they could easily erase. The next day, they went to the press, branding me a degenerate thief who ran away, happily preparing to parade around at my grandfather's charity gala using my stolen wealth. But they didn't know I was rescued from the rain by the most ruthless billionaire in New York, a man willing to burn the city down to protect me. Staring at my pale reflection in the penthouse mirror, I took a pair of heavy silver scissors and chopped off my long hair. "From today on, the weak girl is dead. I am Evelena Valenzuela, and I am going to make them bleed for every single thing they took."”