The Jilted Heiress Claims The Surgeon Brother

Chapter 4

Word Count: 652 | Released on: 08/05/2026

pulled it out, glancing at the screen. "

the study door. The screen door banged shut behind

Come inside, Angie. Let's sit in the parlo

old books and fresh flowers. Cordella poured her a

la said, reaching across the table to squeeze her

orm in her throat. She

ella listened intently, but her eyes were sharp, missing nothing. Eve

ised when Dalton moved back into the main house,"

lips. "Oh? I thought he loved his apartm

sterile. Cold. Like an operating room. I begged him for y

Angelena's. "But then, exactly one week after you sent the email confirmin

ne week. The timing was a s

continued, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Can you believe

p to hide the smile that was threatening to spli

e back because she was coming back. He had positioned himself h

intense it made her eyes sting. She bl

sunderstood. "Oh, honey, I didn't mean to u

and fierce. "No, Cordella. You didn't upset me." She to

tbroken girl who had fled to Europe was gone. In her place sat a woma

sudden, startling suspicion, a

ing his phone into his pocket. He stopped sh

he warmth was still there, but it was layered with something e

and that bothered him. He was used to reading people; it was his j

sked, his vo

id, her voice light. "

e he had just missed a very

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The Jilted Heiress Claims The Surgeon Brother

Victory Hunter Billionaires

“I was engaged to Gorden Barron, fully believing I was about to marry the love of my life. Then his secret lover, Bettye, was diagnosed with aplastic anemia. Gorden fell to his knees and begged me to be her bone marrow donor. "Angie, I know I messed up, but she's dying. You're the only match." I agreed, wanting to be the bigger person. But the moment the harvest was over, the nightmare began. A severe infection set in, and my fever wouldn't break. Gorden's visits became shorter, then stopped entirely. As I lay in the sterile hospital room, my bones aching and my body failing, I scrolled through my phone and saw his latest post. Gorden and Bettye were tanned and healthy, sipping cocktails on a yacht in the Mediterranean. The caption read: "Grateful for second chances. My true love." I threw my phone across the room and screamed until my throat bled. I was nothing but a human blood bag to them, completely discarded the moment I was empty. I nearly died in that cold room, saved only by a top-tier specialist someone secretly paid millions to fly in. Five years later, I've finally returned to New York. I didn't come back to get revenge on Gorden. He isn't worth my time. I came back for the man who secretly held my hand and wept by my deathbed-Gorden's cold, untouchable older brother, Dalton. This time, I'm going to make him mine.”