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The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 772    |    Released on: Today at 14:31

packed a small overnight bag with numb, mechanical

urmured against her hair, his lips brushing her temple. "Call me." The k

the sleek glass tower of his apartment building grew smaller and smaller,

going to

forward. "Could you please pull over here? I ne

without question. She got out, gave him a tight sm

she pulled out her pho

er asked as she slid

im Damian'

he had a board meeting at Knight Industries that ran from

miliar canopy. She walked into the lobby, her face a mask of calm c

, a knot of ice

Her hand trembled as she held the spare key card Damian had g

to mock the darkness of her mission. The air still smelled

traight to

up, her fingers slick with sweat. The lock scree

. It

gh almost escaped her. T

es, his messages. Nothing. Not a single suspicious image, n

esult. She ran searches for every keyword she could

ticulous to leave something so incrim

ing a two-factor authentication code. A code that would be sent dire

ead

e up inside her. Time was running ou

r own phone vibrated in her pocket.

a Whi

ad he found out? Was

hovered ove

is?" she t

us. "Isabelle Vance. We n

d heard it whispered at parties,

ing brunette, her head resting intimately on Damian's shoulder. Julia recogn

as a punch to the gut. White

've won. The Palm Court at the Plaza. 3

n the MacBook. It was almost

failure. But it had f

laptop and deleted the messages from Isabelle on her own phone. She

led with a bitter taste of

e needed to know exactly what part this

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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.”