The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 765 | Released on: 09/05/2026

aman, pointing frantically. The heavy camera swung ar

ock, the mass of bodies naturally parted, creating a cl

his head. For a fraction of a second, the perfect, sorrowful

She let her shoulders slump slightly, allowing her pale s

strides forward, his arms opening wide to proje

oice thick with fake worry. "What are

exactly half a step out of his reach. She shifted her weig

een them. The muscles in his jaw locked. A dar

recorder forward. "Miss Sterling! Given the bankru

ry single lens, microphone, and pair o

d straight into Brook's eyes, ho

rise visibly. She opened her mouth and s

," Farah said, her voice shaking just enough to sound de

A woman in the front row shouted over the n

h line. She kept her eyes locked on Brook. "It m

fening. Camera flashes fired in a con

to snap through his skin. The corners of his mouth

ns, sprinted out of the revolving doors. He waved his hand

th panic. "Miss Sterling is under immense psychological distress

nd clamped his hand around Farah's left wrist. His fingers dug into her flesh, p

s chest. To the cameras, it looked like a desperate

against her ear. "Stop acting like a crazy bitch,"

looking at the side of his face. The corner of her

, physically shoving the reporters back

, his fingers digging into her ribs. He practically dra

merger hostile?" the report

ve the cameras a tight, helpless smile, playing the

door. The thick glass spun, cutting of

econd they were out of sight of the cameras, Brook's s

rched her straight toward the private exe

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The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge

Catlaina Sloggett Romance

“I was the heiress to the Sterling Group, engaged to Brook, the ultimate Wall Street savior who stepped in with emergency capital when my family's company faced sudden bankruptcy. But one morning, I accidentally answered his hidden burner phone. It was my sweet best friend, Chelsey. Through the speaker, I heard them laughing about how they successfully framed my brother for an eight-year federal prison sentence just to get the Sterling heir out of the way. Worse, Brook casually admitted he had bribed the nurses at the private facility to swap my father's life-saving heart medication with placebos. "Nature will take its course," he said coldly. He was paying to let my father die so he could drain my last architectural patents, transfer them to his own enterprise, and kick me to the curb. Seconds later, Brook walked into the bedroom, brushed my hair behind my ear, and lovingly called me his sleeping beauty. A wave of pure, physical nausea crashed over me. The man I was about to marry, the man the media praised as a fiercely devoted hero, was the monster orchestrating my family's complete destruction. Tears were a luxury I could no longer afford. I didn't scream, and I didn't confront him. Instead, I washed my face, slid the five-carat diamond ring back onto my finger, and drove straight to his headquarters. If he wanted to use my family's tragedy to build his empire, I would play the perfect, broken fiancée-right until I burned it all to the ground.”