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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 611    |    Released on: Today at 13:56

ows of The Plaza Hotel's iconic dining room. Alycia had brought Julian here for a s

Julian holding tightly to her hand, when th

hysically shoving hotel guests

up. Her foot

, his face harder, but the arrogant sneer was exactly the same. Clinging to his arm w

torn papers hit Alycia so hard she fel

her expensive Tom Ford suit and the Birkin bag. A flash of genuine shock cro

nto a toxic, plastic smile. She let go of Rolf

y, making sure the people a

isgrace. I see you brought your little bastard with you. Did you ever

hiding his face against her thigh. He could

out a loud grunt of disgust. "You have no sh

ne snapped straight. She pushed Julian gently

t a short,

bient noise of the hotel lobby. "Let's talk about the shell company Seraphina set u

eyes widened in absolute panic. The col

ed. He stepped forward, raising his voice to a roar to cover

ell phones were coming out.

the distance between herself and her

and deadly. "If you or your thief of a wife ever speak my name again, I will subpoena your fina

e could not handle being threatened by the daughter he

ring frantically. "She's trying t

pure disgust. "Keep your di

n him, reaching down

er back on him broke the l

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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
“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.”