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The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 553    |    Released on: 22/04/2026

se of the party faded away, rep

que her grandmother had cherished. Th

the hand cold as paper gripping hers. "This

e she had left was draped over the body

nged forward, her hand fisting in the delica

" Harlene snarled, her f

e pried Harlene's fingers off, a smug look on her fac

other had given away her grandmother's dress. Th

ke poison. "Some people just d

t. "Doesn't it look gorgeous? I fill it out

orld went red. A cold, clear thought cut through the rage: This is not a break

s were useless against

r fingers wrapped around the hilt of th

. Her eyes went wide. She tried to run

agging about Dennis, complet

. Each step was

nce for defeat. She pose

th. The silver blade flashe

the perimeter, their expressions tense. They didn't draw their weapons, but

She finally saw the knif

rabbing Estella's shoulder in a

't aim for flesh. It sliced through

ric was loud, obscene. I

ng to twist away, but

he heavy skirt fell away in ribbons. The silver embroi

ound them. The crowd surged

r, her face white, her

ving. She looked at the shredded fabric in her hand, t

ps into Estella's

lene said, her vo

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The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red
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“Harlene was locked out of her own family's estate in a freezing blizzard, still trembling from a severe panic attack. Her mother delivered a cold ultimatum through a security screen: attend her golden-child sister Estella's award gala, or lose her medical funds. To make it worse, her ex-fiancé, Dennis, had chimed in to call her embarrassing and pathetic. At the gala, Harlene was treated like a diseased outcast. Dennis fiercely protected his new lover, Jailyn-the very woman who had stolen Harlene's designs. But the ultimate betrayal came when Estella flaunted a silver-embroidered antique dress. It was Harlene's grandmother's dress, her only pure memory of love, handed over to the enemy as a trophy. When Harlene demanded answers, her own father slapped her across the face in front of the press, just to protect their pristine image. They had stolen her career, her fiancé, and her inheritance, all while branding her the crazy, unstable daughter. The sheer hypocrisy and cruelty finally severed the last thread of her sanity. Why should she play the silent victim while they played the perfect family? Instead of crying, Harlene smiled. She drew a hidden dagger, slashed the antique dress to ribbons, and dragged Estella and Jailyn to the center stage. Standing under the blinding spotlight with a bloody blade, she looked out at the terrified crowd. "The Beaumont family is done hiding," she declared into the microphone. "Tonight, the curtain falls."”