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His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress

Chapter 6

Word Count: 702 | Released on: Today at 16:09

aned back into the leather sofa, h

a subtle, dismissive gesture that

uming Hardin wanted to see her comple

bottle of Louis XIII and sl

r barked, pointing at the floor, "get on yo

Tucker. Her eyes were wide

pocket, pulled out a thick stack of hundred-dolla

k and burst open. The bills

s sneered. "Just get on your

breathing. Ten

e ICU flashed in her mind. The heavy weig

d her head and l

begging him silently to st

and took a sip of his whiskey. He did not say a si

ttered into a mill

to tremble. Slowly, agonizingly, her

icked grin on his face, ready to

from the carpet, the heavy door

ran in, complet

. "There is a guy outside screaming. He says his

Her body jerked upward as

Her olde

a sudden burst of adrenaline. She ra

to block her, but Har

instantly s

, down the hallway, and burst t

ly. She ran into the dark, fi

rflowing dumpst

the Harvard graduate, was pinned face-down

was covered in blood and mud. In his fist, he

avy combat boot and stomped do

blood-curdling sc

laina s

he mud, grabbing the thu

ding hard on the rough pavement. The skin on her p

illion dollars," the thug spat down at her. "If

he puddle. He looked at Alaina, taking in her

d the mud f

o his knees in the filthy water, and he bowe

g in the mud, something insid

t serving drinks in a club would never

e ground. Her eyes were complete

alked slowly back towar

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His Vengeful Game: The Bankrupt Heiress

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“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?”