The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

Chapter 2

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d down the dark st

d streetlights. Her chest rose and fell in slow, calculated breaths

ed up to the massive iron gates of

er heels clicked sharply against t

the heavy mahogany double

blinding light. Her father, Garfield, sat on the

overly sweet smile. She stood up, smoothing

ight past Kandy and sat down on the

ely against the armrest. "Where have you been? You ign

hter. "You are going to take Brylee's pl

seventy-year-

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mean you can

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fume formula. Right now. And I want five percent

father! Do you honestly think I can't have that video scrubbed from the int

release to a dozen independent journalists and international outlets if I don't check in within the next ten minutes. Your move. One

lated the risks, his mind racing through the potential fallout. The Crawford stock wou

the intercom button. "Send t

bbed Garfield's sleeve. "Garfie

t felt like a physical blow. Kandy sn

room, sweating through his suit. He handed Ansley a

every single hidden clause. When she was sat

opped up on the screen

efcase and handed her a small,

dden pocket of her bag. She stood

r back on them and walked out the fro

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“I opened the door to my penthouse, only to see my stepsister's limited-edition Louboutins discarded on the foyer rug. Walking into the master bedroom, I caught my fiancé and my stepsister tangled naked in my bed. When I went back to the family estate to settle the score, my father didn't even care. Instead, he and my stepmother demanded I take my stepsister's place to save the family's reputation. "You will marry the seventy-year-old billionaire next month. We can't ruin your sister's life," my father ordered. Looking at their hypocritical faces, the last shred of my family affection died completely. They really thought I would just accept being their sacrificial pawn while they stole my mother's legacy. So, I pinned them down with a blackmail video of the affair, extorted my father for my shares, and walked out into the freezing night. To numb the betrayal, I went to an underground club, slept with a terrifyingly powerful stranger, and left a red lipstick note on his forehead. "Your technique sucks. Keep the change." Then, I vanished abroad without a trace. Five years later, I returned to New York with my three children, ready to take back everything that was mine. But I didn't expect that the "cheap gigolo" from that night was actually Kendall James, the most ruthless corporate titan in the city. And he had just spotted my five-year-old son-his exact miniature replica-standing right beside me.”