The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

Chapter 5

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he heavy brass doors of

d the edges with both hands. She was gas

mirror. Her face was chalk-wh

violently pushed the

hands under the stream, letting the icy water numb her shak

door behind he

k of stiletto heels echo

the mirror. Kassandra

ompletely gone. Kassandra's fa

old-plated dispenser and pulled out a paper towel. Sh

d at the mirror. "You look like

leaned i

picking out this diamond," Kassandra whisp

p straight and turned to face the woman w

sta said, her voice dropping to a freezing wh

ed. Then she laughed.

going to be garbage very

he raised her hand and roughly pushed asi

rk purple bite marks and harsh bruises

e in my bed last ni

onto the bruises. Her pu

re, murderous jealousy exp

orward. She raised her hand high, aimin

threw her arm up and caught

e sinks. Kassandra struggled wildly

ast Calista's shoulder. She looked

und of Susan Mckee's voice

. A terrifying, psychotic sm

ked her wrist out

wung her own hand back and slapped herself

ike a gunshot i

d. A drop of blood burst f

oze in abs

he slammed onto the hard marble floo

perfect curls apart. She opened her mouth an

as kicked open w

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The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

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“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.”