The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire

Chapter 9

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screamed, tears streaming down her face. "A

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had met two hours ago was offering her a lifelin

of her chest, a tiny, despera

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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.”