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His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress

Chapter 3

Word Count: 738 | Released on: Today at 16:09

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open the h

e page burned her eyes: Non-Disclosure

age. The words jumped out

e obedience. Prohibition of p

s hit her so hard she had to grab the

n. He was leaning back on the sofa, casuall

hest heaving. "You want me to be your s

twirling the pe

, forcing Alaina to stumble backward until her bare bac

nd against the glass

he intense heat radiating from his body, a sharp

r neck, making her skin break out in goosebumps. "Three years ago, at tha

ty sent a violent shudder t

" she yelled, her voice cracking. "I was drunk, a

ed in his cheek. His eyes turned pitch blac

ny it. He nev

ll Street trash. And right now, trash is the

her waist. His fingers grippe

antly, her muscles lo

ina," he mocked, his thumb pressing

rolled down her cheek and dropped di

fingers flinched, pulling away from

st his hard chest, pushing him bac

die than sign th

. She gripped the thick stack of p

, and again, unti

the air. The white confetti rained

nto a dead, suf

move. He just stared at her, his

d a button on his desk pho

utch. She turned and ran to

curity guards arrived. They grabbed her arm

anding in the shadows of his office, watching her

ut of the front doo

tly soaked her to the bone. The thin

s. She walked barefoot onto the fre

ixed with t

phone buzzed

h shaking, wet finger

red a massive heart attack. He is in the ICU. We need a fift

opped to the wet pavement, the

letely, utte

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His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress

Abel Dean Modern

“Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family's fortune was gone, her life, over. Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she'd once scorned, had returned. Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract. Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth. In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?”