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The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

Author: Lorraine
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1097    |    Released on: Today at 14:31

e the very

, Central Park is like a pitch-black and sprawling heart, nestled between the ribs of the city's lights. The di

rs. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days. Every day is like t

racing the sharp and perfect facets of the

ne-a custom blend of sandalwood and a certain spicy, youthful scen

y need to handle an urgent email. Give me five minutes, and then the

word is gentle a

e beneath the custom-made suit. The love she felt was something tangible, spre

marble entryway table. An excited current rushed through her-today was

tage silver cufflinks, intricately engraved with a knight's helmet-a

pen-a beautiful, heavy Montblanc-in the study's safe. He once smiled and told her the pass

d to surp

ss the cold marble floor, and headed toward the study. She wanted to snea

he crack in the door, his back to her, casting a silhou

can wait. But then, a harsh and unfamiliar

warehouse fire was re

t was last week. Her father suffered from sleepless nights because o

was a smile she had never heard before

t, making the air freeze. "Did Charles Whitney think a sm

n into ice. She couldn't move, her f

"What about that video? Are you really p

l blow. "I want all of New York to see what his precious dau

deo. Their video. Those private moments she thought belonged only to the

ire world. "She loves me so much that she can't tell right from wrong." Whatever I tol

ed. "Once you take over Whitney En

ulness. "No. After humiliating her in front of all

outh with her hand, her knuckles pressed tightly against her teet

hat of her man. He wasn't real. He

that almost betrayed her. Her body began to tremble-a violent, uncontrollable tremor triggered by pu

the call ending. Footsteps. H

iously and found a deep niche in the hallway, hidden in the shadows. She threw he

, and the mask returned to his face-the warm, lovin

He walked straight

turning to her familiar gentle melody.

eeling as if she were looking at a stranger

eaming fear in her stomach into a cold, taut knot in her stomach. She c

r cheeks with the back of her hand, smoothed her

just been re

was only jus

d out of t

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The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy
The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy
“For three years, Julia believed she was the luckiest woman in New York, deeply in love with her perfect boyfriend, Damian. On their anniversary, she sneaked into his study to surprise him, only to overhear a chilling video call. Damian was laughing about orchestrating the recent devastating arson at her father's company. He coldly revealed his ultimate plan: to broadcast their intimate sex tape at her father's upcoming 60th birthday gala. He wanted to completely destroy her family's reputation and seize control of Whitney Enterprises. "She's a spoiled, stupid girl," he sneered to his accomplice. "I've been playing this part for three years. It's getting old." When Julia tried to secretly investigate, Damian's hidden mistress deliberately scalded her hand with boiling tea in public to assert dominance. Desperate, Julia turned to her powerful brother for help, but she couldn't tell him about the sex tape to protect their father. Misunderstanding her motives, her brother accused her of being a fool blinded by love, cut her off, and abandoned her. Betrayed by the man she loved, humiliated by his mistress, and alienated from her family, Julia was left completely alone. She didn't understand how the man whose scent was her home could actually be a monster wearing a human face. But the naive girl who loved Damian died in that cold hallway. Wiping away her tears, she saved the mistress's taunting photos as evidence, swallowed her absolute disgust, and texted Damian. "I was being too sensitive. Can I come back tonight?" She was stepping back into the lion's den, and the war had just begun.”