The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 3

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think you're untouchable, Alycia? The high-and-mighty fashion darl

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"You think your little secret about your son is safe? The one you keep hidden from

on of a second. Behind her sunglasses

gressive body language between the two was blood in the water. They swa

y smug. He thought he had found the invi

. She smiled. It was a

ek, black micro-recorder. She held it up right between them. Her thumb

out of the tiny speaker. "You think your little secret ab

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ned the color of ash. He lunged forward, h

dging his sweaty palm. She looked at h

on Law, specifically regarding slander per se, false statements that impugn a profession

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their microphones past Alycia,

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Alycia cut in, her voice slicing through his pathetic de

ppled through the crowd of reporters. Th

rs squared. "I am a single mother. And my son is the greatest

he front row lowered their

way through the reporters, nearly tripping over his

into her bag. She adjusted her sunglasses, hiding th

r hand, and flagged down a yellow taxi. She pu

Please hurry," s

ut a long, shaky breath. Her stomach churned. The adrenaline was fading, leaving beh

e custom caller ID showed a picture of a little boy

er facial muscles to relax. She picked up the phone and swiped

, ba

e quiet cab. "Mommy! Are you at the airport

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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Jun Wen Billionaires

“Six years ago, my father tore up my mother's trust fund and threw me out into a freezing New York storm. Crawling in the mud with a high fever, I was nearly run over by a massive Rolls-Royce. The man in the backseat, ruthless billionaire Hiram Houston, looked at my bleeding face with absolute disgust. "Throw her in the trunk." He coldly ordered his driver to lock me in suffocating darkness and dump me behind a sketchy private clinic in Queens like garbage. I survived that night, completely abandoned by my family. But the ultimate cruel joke came when I realized the anonymous sperm donor I later used from that exact same clinic gave my son a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes. For six years, I clawed my way up to become an untouchable lawyer and designer. I raised my son Julian alone, publicly humiliated my abusive father, and thought I had buried the monster of my past forever. But today, during a tense corporate negotiation, my uncle accidentally showed Hiram a picture of my little boy. The ruthless corporate butcher stared at a child who looked exactly like a mirror reflection of his own youth. "Boss... he looks exactly like you." I locked my apartment door, my body shaking with silent sobs as I slid down to the floor. He ordered a full background check on me, and now he knows the truth. The man who once left me for dead is coming for my son.”