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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 584    |    Released on: Today at 13:56

Alycia's head. But as the gasps of the wealthy patrons echoed around them, his self-preservation kicked in. He wasn't about to ruin

little bastard out," Rol

get to Alycia. The six-year-old boy flew backward, crashing hard into a marbl

s vanished. It was replaced

er chest. She ran her hands over his arms, checking his bones. W

scream. She

lled out her phone, and dialed

sical assault ordered by Rolf Gillespie at The Plaza Hote

aving. "You're calling the cops?

ged forward, her claw-like nails reach

th vicious force. "Touch me, and you're an

their way through the crowd, their ha

d pulled out her driver's license

e CCTV camera above them. "Pull that footage immediately. That man directed his securi

wealth as a shield. "Do you know who I am? I

e physical injury. Her legal jargon was flawless. The officers looked a

s no hes

ind his back, and slammed him against the glass wall. Th

crazy. Rolf Gillespie, the billionaire

d Rolf away, but her stiletto caught on the tile. The heel snapped. Sh

t and wiped a stray tear from Julian'

face into her shoulder so he wouldn

inct to give my statement," Al

he waiting black car. Her spine was perfectly straig

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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.”