The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

Chapter 8

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the door shu

shoulders and threw her ro

r weight. Calista curled into a tight ball,

t. The lock clicked loudly. They were com

or. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. He bega

o do to this family?" Jett demanded.

arms against the mattress a

his wound?" Calista asked. He

He looked at her wi

o a wall to play the victim," Jett snee

ck her like a

of her heart cracked

to for three years. The tears finally s

amed, her throat tearing with the force of it

the mattress on either side of her hips, trapping he

ng into a terrifying, hypnotic cadence. "She wouldn't hurt a fly. You a

oxygen was gone. She was dro

mbling hand and grabbed

hallway," she begged, sobbing. "Ple

ped her h

ime indulging your psy

is suit jacket and pulled out his leather checkbook. He cli

om the pad and threw i

h the air and landed on the bloo

ered. "Go upstairs and beg

the door and unlo

l send you the divorce papers," Jett said coldly. "And

red down at

her chest vanished, replaced by

ng. Her eyes wen

own and picke

eyes. Slowly, deliberately,

ped it again

the torn pieces of paper f

brief shock. Then, his

etely insane,"

mmed the heavy door shut behind hi

st, buried her face in her arms, an

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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.”