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The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 832    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

. He was wearing a custom-tailored charcoal suit. He paused in t

s stopped moving. His

lung to every curve of her body. She wore black stiletto heels that made her le

s eyes. He pulled his eyebrows together in a deep frow

reached out and wrapped her free hand around his bicep, leaning her weig

aid, keeping her voice light and breathy. "I thought I should ac

. "That's not necessary. It's just a boring me

e into her eyes. She bit her lower lip, making it tremble. "Ar

. His mind started working. Livia had alway

eautiful, devoted, entirely dependent fiancée to dinner migh

to press a soft kiss against Farah's forehead. "O

ybach pulled up to the discreet, d

s hand firmly on the small of Farah's back, guiding her

ed away in the back corner. Livia Alcott was alre

dress. Livia's hand tightened around her glass, he

drop in temperature. He pulled out a ch

es in fake surprise. She looked at Brook. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn

went to college together. She's a v

er chair, looking Farah up and down. "It seems bankruptcy

ying the part of the wounded, defenseless girl. Beneath the tabl

e. He glared at Livia. "Watch your tone

, flawless French. She began talking to Brook about their time in

up her silver knife and fork and began cutting her bluefin tun

k. The silver clattered loudly against the porcelain plate.She

t her, his annoyance turning into

oice tight with pain. "It's cramping

just take a cab. You stay here and finish yo

hat he wanted-alone time with Livia. He put his hand on he

se," Farah

. Farah stood up. She gave Livia a weak, pained

r and was out of their sight, she stood up straight. The pain vanishe

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The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge
The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge
“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.”