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The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 546    |    Released on: Today at 17:00

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light from the chandeliers, casting

arrogant sneers vanished from their fac

g, Jett," Pa

red-rimmed. A tiny, desperate spark of hope flar

teel. He didn't look at Calist

ice was dangerously low. "There are Wall St

half ste

o not embarrass the Hol

lly. She and Gus practically scurried

e shoulders dropped a fraction of an inc

," Calista

rned his head

eyes. He looked at her like

's birthday party," Jett warned.

sta's face. Her heart stopp

a said, her voice cracking.

et

ked cry cut t

, the heel of her shoe caught on the hem of

with terrif

ndra firmly by the waist before he

chest. Her hands gripped the lap

hed from Jett's face ent

His voice was incredibly sof

wide, innocent eyes. But from the corner of her eye, s

ood three

ther woman with the tenderness h

to her palms that the skin bro

He turned his head back to Calista. T

keup," Jett commanded coldly. "You

rrated knife slidin

covered their mouths, failin

ta's lungs. She couldn't stay i

und, shoved past a waiter, and prac

ting back. The corners of her mout

y dress," Kassandra

and quietly followed

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The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire
The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire
“Calista was the despised wife of billionaire Jett Holder, humiliated daily for not producing an heir. Even her biological parents treated her like garbage, giving all their love to their adopted daughter, Kassandra. At a high-society gala, Kassandra maliciously framed Calista by slapping her own face in the restroom. Without asking a single question, Calista's biological father shoved her into a marble wall, cracking her skull open. Bleeding and unconscious, she was saved by a passing surgeon. But when Jett saw another man holding her, he didn't care about her severe head trauma. He violently dragged her away, tearing her fresh stitches. He threw a check at her blood-stained face. "Go beg Kassandra for forgiveness. If she doesn't forgive you by sunrise, you're getting divorce papers." Calista stared at the man she had slept next to for three years, her heart finally shattering into dust. She didn't understand why her own family would rather see her dead, or why her husband blindly protected a venomous liar while treating her like a disease. Sitting in the hospital bed, her best friend handed her a sleek black card for Manhattan's top divorce attorney. A powerful surgeon had also offered her the resources to completely disappear. Looking at the torn check on the floor, the freezing numbness in her chest turned into a spark of rebellion. She wasn't going back to that house; she was going to make all of them pay.”