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Rising From Ashes: The Untouchable Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 734    |    Released on: Today at 18:18

feet back into her high heels. She adjusted Griffin's heavy suit jacket

absolute authority and old-world elegance. He tapped his silver

elt a profound sense of safety she hadn't felt in t

oad shoulders and sharp gaze acted as a formidable,

She bit her lip violently to keep from screaming in

staff, recognizing the immense power of the Carlisl

banquet hall. Two footmen scrambled to pull t

er of two hundred elite guests began to die down

vy shift in the room's atmosphere, slowly stopped

The guests were captivated by the p

stus. His fingers went slack, and he dropped his crystal cha

t socialite smile froze into a mask of pure panic.

the legendary, reclusive Augustus Carlisle, a man who ra

grand staircase, his cane clicking rhythmically,

fusely. He tried to wipe his damp hands on

His voice trembled with a sickening mix of fe

etched hand. He stared right through his son

liation was excruciating. The surrounding

microphone to command the room. "I am here so

of his dress shirt-having left his suit jacket draped over

ding sparkle of a dazzling, centuries-old diamond tiara. It

hey recognized the historical and m

d metal settled into her hair, officially crowning her as

, matte black titanium card. He

eclared loudly. "A small birthday allowance

he Sinclair family looking like cheap amateurs

overshadowed, pushed her way to the front o

smile. "Oh, how beautiful!" she com

the marble side table," she ordered shrilly. The waiter quickly complied, presenting the box o

ged, her voice shrill. "It will perfectly complement the ti

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Rising From Ashes: The Untouchable Zillionaire Heiress
Rising From Ashes: The Untouchable Zillionaire Heiress
“I was locked in a freezing, bleach-scented asylum basement, my vocal cords ruined and my face chemically melted. My step-sister Seraphina and my ex-lover Ethan walked in, but they didn't come to save me. Seraphina forced a mirror to my face so I could see my own disfigured reflection. "Your shares have been transferred to me," she whispered with a sickening smile. Then she revealed the horrifying truth: she and her mother had orchestrated my mother's death and suffocated my beloved grandfather to steal his inheritance. When I lunged at her in pure agony, Ethan shielded her and delivered a brutal kick to my ribs. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the solid concrete wall with all his might. As my vision swam with dark spots, I couldn't understand why my own father had sold me out to protect his wealth. Why did the man I once loved treat me like a diseased rat while he fed on my family's corpses? With my dying breath, I mentally cursed them to the deepest pits of hell. Opening my eyes again, the blinding light of a crystal chandelier stabbed my pupils. I was standing at my eighteenth birthday gala, unscarred and whole. Seraphina was smiling sweetly, handing me a diamond-encrusted watch secretly implanted with a military-grade GPS tracker. This time, blood would pay for blood.”