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The Jilted Heiress And Her Dangerous Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1130    |    Released on: 04/06/2026

reamed through a gap in the heavy curtains, a blade of light that sliced across the room and

beside her was empty, but the indentation on the pillow and the lingerin

y. The brutal kiss in the elevator. A tangle of limbs and a raw, despe

p of the previous night's chaos, dotted with faint bruises that were already

's white dress shirt discarded on a chair. It would have to do. She pulled it on, the crisp

was to find her p

e feet silent on the cold marble floor

his back to her. He was looking out over Central Park, a

not the man

shoulders like a second skin. He stood with one hand tucked into his pocket, his posture radiating an aura of abso

A chilling realization crept up her spine:

silence. Her phone. It was on the sofa, where it had been tossed

and photo flash

lence it, to erase him, seized

ian was

and sharp and utterly devoid of any trace of a hangover, met he

his face. It was a smile of pure, predatory satisfaction. His th

hone, but he was too quick. He caught her around the waist with one

the phone's speaker. "Penelope? Where the hell ar

p jawline, the crisp collar of his shirt, and Penelope, trapped in his arms, w

. His voice was a low, possessive growl, thick w

from the other end. He ended the call. Then, with a casu

fingers onto the thick rug. It

ling, a volatile mixture of rage an

ed, pushing against his

ting space between them. "What the hell is wro

She retreated until her back hit the cold, unyielding marble of the wall beside th

ce than a shout. "You walked into my bar, looking for a weapon." H

in a lie, but he lifted a finger and presse

fully constructed walls of her composure

was," he continued, ignoring her question. "You needed a

ittle. "It was a transaction. We both got what we wanted. A one-night stand." She tried to push past him, he

t, his fingers closing around her jaw. He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze. The lazy playboy was gone. The col

e, use an Astor, and then pay him off like a common escort?" he

e intensity of his stare hel

w you're going to see this through." He paused, letting th

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The Jilted Heiress And Her Dangerous Husband
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“Penelope Carlisle had dedicated her entire life to her family's empire, building their flagship hotel project from the ground up. But during a cold afternoon board meeting, she was met with a brutal betrayal. Her own mother raised her hand in a vote to strip Penelope of her position, handing the company over to her smug brother. Desperate for an anchor, Penelope rushed to her boyfriend Tristan's penthouse. Instead of comfort, she was greeted by the smell of cheap perfume. Pushing the bedroom door ajar, she found Tristan tangled in the sheets with Ashley-the incompetent assistant Penelope had fired three months ago. "It's just the wind, baby," the assistant cooed as the floorboard creaked. In a single day, Penelope was discarded by her blood relatives and betrayed by the man she loved. Standing alone in the pouring Manhattan rain, stripped of her legacy, a cold, absolute rage washed over her. Why should she lose everything while they celebrated her ruin? She wasn't going to scream or cry. She was a Carlisle, and Carlisles didn't just get mad; they got even. Without hesitation, she snapped photos of the cheating couple, sent them to her lawyer, and headed straight for Julian Astor-the city's most notorious, dangerous playboy from New York's most powerful family. "I need a partner for a war," she told him. By marrying the devil himself, she was going to burn their worlds to the ground.”