The Jilted Heiress Claims The Surgeon Brother

Chapter 7

Word Count: 588 | Released on: 08/05/2026

her hand touched the doorknob. Sh

aracteristically hesitant. "Why a bakery? You could

ho valued efficiency and prest

just a foot away. The playfulness wa

ove it," she

e skin at the base of her fingers and the webbing of her thumbs was rough. Thin, w

hands of an heiress. These were the hands of a worker, marked with scars and calluses that told a story of hardship he couldn't

t their worst in Paris, the smell of butter and sugar was the only thing that got me out of bed. Flour,

n't a hobby, Dalton. This is my life. This

er eyes was undeniable. It was the fire of a survivor. The

s thumb brushed gently over the rough callus on her palm. The to

. The roughness in his tone was gone, replaced by a

was electric. She looked down at his hand holding her wrist

lightly across the sens

e went straight, his eyes widening. The sensat

mile playing on her lips. "So, Dr. Bar

on. It was a deman

posure. He looked into her eyes, seeing the cha

. A promise from a man w

ed and slipped inside the cottage, lea

t the palm. He could still feel the ghost of her touch, warm and teasin

le trouble. And the worst part was

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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.”