The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge

Chapter 4

Word Count: 754 | Released on: 09/05/2026

shoulder hit the velvet-lined

ous stares of the lobby receptionists. The small spac

silk tie. He yanked it down violently, comp

er. He slammed both of his hands flat against the

is breath hitting her face. "Do you have any idea

eyes shut, pushing the moisture out to create a steady stream of tears.

y is gone!" she screamed, letting her voice crack. "My brot

me. "You only care about the acqu

ssive hand. He twisted her arms, pinning

me remind you of something, Farah. That private facility in the Ham

chiatric and medical ward. I am his legal sponsor. Without my signature o

limp against the wall. She widened her eyes, letting a

ors slid open to reveal the

rm. He pulled her across the thick carpet and

leather sofa. She brought her hands up to co

uffs, his breathing slowing down as he

r. He poured two fingers of amber whiskey into a gla

a sickeningly sweet, patronizing hum, "and you smi

knee. "I will authorize a thirty-minute v

broke the skin. The sharp, metallic taste of blood flooded her

he heavy glass. The ice cubes clinked loudly aga

and smeared makeup. "I'm sorry," she whispered, h

ched out and stroked the top of her head, running his f

an's voice came through, frantic. "Mr. Tyler, the bo

on the wall, straightened his collar, and tightened

"Stay here. Rest. Do

e heavy walnut door

the whiskey glass down on the glass coffee

oor-to-ceiling window and looked down a

n a direct fight. She ne

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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.”