Spectacular Comeback Of The Neglected Heiress

Chapter 7

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iar scent-clean, sharp, like wood and rain-

s staring up into the cold, u

, but his eyes were dark and intense. He didn't mo

her cheeks flushing with heat. "I'm so sorr

as a private study, dominated by a massive, antique

her dress, the wrinkles creased into it from her flight. His eyes lingered for a

y. A storm gathered in his eyes, a fl

a butterfly under glass. She tried to step

he other side of the

nd his fury intensified. His gaze was so locked on her that he failed to

grabbing a fistful of Alya's

A sharp cry escaped her lips

ers! Do you have any idea how much you

t her lip, refusing to let them fall. S

nd, which had been resting at his

lustered. To assert his authority in front of the powerful gue

eyes shut, bracing for the slap. The

ow nev

iced through the ten

ped out from behind the screen, his expression one of cold, sil

rd. The soft sound of his leather shoe on

and sharp, aimed directly at Gilberto. The sheer, suffocating pressure of

ng rumble. "I find displays of domestic violence... dis

o of Alya's hair and instantly morphed into a fawning hos

s man, this cold-hearted oligarch, had jus

wasn't even there. He turned toward a

ded on Alya. "What are you standing there for? Go

eed to be told twice. She turned

Something intense and burning that seemed to see right through her. Gilberto, eager to please, added, "Mr.

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“Alya Harrell was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy Long Island family, treated worse than a stray dog in her own home. Tonight, her family finally found a use for her. Her stepmother and half-sister, Chloe, forced her into a scandalous, plunging red dress. They were offering her as a bargaining chip to Warren Thorne, a ruthless, sleazy hedge fund manager known for collecting and discarding young girls. Just to ensure her absolute humiliation, Chloe intentionally "tripped" and spilled a glass of red wine all over the silk dress. "Now you'll have to wear that hideous little black thing you own," Chloe sneered, leaving Alya to face the high-society dinner looking like a beggar. When Alya tried to escape Thorne's groping hands, her own father hunted her down. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, and raised his hand to strike her for embarrassing the family. She was nothing but a pawn to them, a cheap product to be sold and abused for their financial gain. Alya's heart turned cold as she realized her blood relatives would gladly destroy her just to secure a lucrative business deal. But when she was sent to the cellar to fetch a $50,000 vintage wine for their billionaire VIP guest, Alya caught her perfect sister hooking up with a personal trainer next to the priceless bottle. Quietly stealing the vintage wine and burying it in the garden dirt, Alya returned to the ballroom with a dangerous smile. "I think I saw Chloe carrying a bottle down to the cellar," she told her furious father and the VIP, leading them straight toward the trap that would completely ruin her sister's perfect life.”