Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 7

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terse update stating that Sophia had a sprained ankle and needed him.

unmarked box. Inside, nestled in layers of silk tiss

een spun from moonlight itself. Thousands of minuscule diamonds were scattered across it, catchi

tranger. She was no longer the muted, overshadowed fiancée of Brant Hayes. She w

up, a few hours before the gala. When he saw her, he stop

breathed, his eyes wide with a mixtur

s. She did a slow turn, the diamond-dusted skirt swirling around her.

white counterfeit gown. The questio

. "You both look beautiful in your own w

e. For now. She walked over and took his arm. "

head in the grand ballroom turned. Vivienne's gown was so luminous, so utte

socialites, wearing the high-quality fake. The moment s

refuse and wear something else entirely. She never imagined Vivienne would find another version-

the fiancée and the best friend, wearing the same

posed her features into a look of gentle concern, took a gla

incerity. "But don't you think it's a little inappropriate to wear a replica to

gauntlet, publicly bra

drama he loathed. He tugged at Vivienne's arm. "Vivi, let

yanked he

her eyes as cold and s

, her voice dangerously s

s like a gunshot in the

mbled back, her hand flying to her cheek,

fore you accuse me of wearing trash," she said, her voice ringing with cold fur

low and trembling with contempt. "And you, Brant Hayes. Is this the woman you protect? A

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“Vivienne Sterling was bound to a steel chair in a derelict warehouse, trembling as the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The thug torturing her put his phone on speaker, revealing a truth that shattered her world: her kidnapping was ordered by her best friend, Sophia. Worse, her fiancé Brant was on the line, his voice dripping with an intimacy he never showed Vivienne. "Of course I love you, baby. The engagement to Vivienne is just business. As soon as the project is finalized, I'm telling her it's over." Every sacrifice she had made for Brant-giving up Yale, fighting her family-was just a pathetic joke. As she choked on her blood, trying desperately to scream, a thug brought a heavy steel pipe down on her spine. In her fading vision, she saw Brant's formidable uncle, Julian Carlisle, bursting through the warehouse doors too late. How could she have been so utterly blind to their deceit? She died consumed by a tidal wave of regret and burning hatred, her soul screaming that if she had another chance, she would make them pay in blood. Suddenly, the absolute darkness was ripped away. Blinding sunlight stabbed her eyes. She wasn't dead on a cold concrete floor. She was sitting in the plush passenger seat of Brant's Bentley, wearing a Chanel gown from exactly one year ago. She looked at the man who had discarded her life so easily, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.”