The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

Chapter 4

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ed suit, the sharp lines of the jacket like a suit of armor. Her hair was tied up i

r perfectly painted lips wearing a proud smile. She watched Jul

bel's tone seemed

r handbag on the empty chair beside her.

pping the porcelain cup. "I just want to see for myself," she glanced at Julia from

ed hurt. Julia's hands clenched tightly into fis

dhood sweethearts. You are just a stage, Julia-a means to an end. She took out her phone and scrolled through

belle's voice was smooth. "H

e really cares about you that much, Isabel, then why has

nger swept across Isabel's face,

father!" She hoarsely said, her voice suddenly turning

mouth doesn't hurt-it only makes everything clearer. Her lac

el's hand suddenly trembled violently-the one h

a splashed onto the back of her hand, and the pain was immediate and intense, like thousands of fine needles pricki

came from t

abel's voice was filled with fals

rd, a voice cut through the air

re you

her heart pound

Harriso

m Ford suit, tall and imposing. His face, usually a mask of indiff

ickly and decisively. He gently held her injured hand, his thumb brushing over the red, swollen, an

w and thunderous, trembling slig

ppearance and only regained her voi

one was completely dismissive. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over

hand firmly and protectively

voice rang out-a disgusting familiarit

ard them from the hotel entra

a's hand. His expression turned to panic and anger. He

a look of grievance and innocen

n filled with concern as he stared at Julia, now narrowed-a hint of recognition, t

he secret boyfriend Julia has kep

with unspoken pasts and undercurrent violence. The

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The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

Lorraine Romance

“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.”