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Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 787    |    Released on: Today at 12:12

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his phone. Catherine was adjusting her diamonds. Olivia

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. Catherine's hand froze on her n

every step. Her hair was styled in a simple, elegant updo that highlighted her

ooked powerful. She looked

planned to outshine Nora, but now she felt li

dress, and it was a triumph of her taste. And resentment-because

dn't like things he couldn't control, a

his voice low and urgent. "Tonight is about business and reputation. You will sm

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ed her, s

e was silent. Olivia tried to make conversation, but Cat

passing landscape. She was menta

than the Beaumont estate. Flashbulbs went off like st

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at I said," he murmured, his voice too low for the cameras to hear. "You are a Beaumont tonight. Ac

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didn't flinch from the lights or the shoutin

hem, sandwiched between Catherine

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family and dove into the crowd, greeting her

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with a sharp face, laughed. "Wa

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Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns
Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns
“Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."”