The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

Chapter 6

Word Count: 860 | Released on: 07/05/2026

oom to a stifling, punishing temperature. Kendall woke with a sharp, unnatural th

is fingers brushed against a dull, tender point where the ne

ive mattress was empty. The

serted. Nothing left behind but the faint, lingering scent of c

paper fluttered from his foreh

ick words burned into his retinas like a b

rehead pulsed visibly, a thick b

ow and dangerous. His fingers curled inward, cru

crypted phone from the nightstand. He neede

n breaking news alerts flooded the d

from TMZ. A picture of his own scr

. The word jumped ou

d to ice. His reflection in the black screen of the

sistant, Chancey Fisch

ethal it sounded demonic, a growl scraped from the bottom of his chest. "And take over the hot

d his white dress shirt from the floor and shoved his

d stared down at the tiny cars crawling through

wore to himself, right then, that he would te

shed in, wiping sweat from his forehead with a crumpled tiss

servers were physically wiped at 6:00 AM by a top-tier hacker. There is n

his chest twisted into something else-something darker, shar

nce network," Kendall commanded, his voice ha

o blocks away had caught a grainy glimpse of her face-thos

ing as he read from his tablet. "Public records and social media chatter show she violently broke her engagemen

more dangerous and focused. "Dig deeper. I want to know everything s

urned. His face was pale, the

her name early this morning. It seems she strong-armed her own father and stole a core formula. And..." He paused, his hands shaking slightly as he handed the

e information. Three hours. She wa

slammed it directly into t

m that resonated through the entire room. Blood blo

completely black, burning w

, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper

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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.”