The Heiress They Thought They Silenced

Chapter 4 Chapter 2 (Ⅱ)

Word Count: 603 | Released on: 21/04/2026

son in secret, only to "adopt" him later, all to protect his public image and his company' s stock price.

d, pulling my hands from his

her is already on board. Your parents, too. They all agree thi

en me as an accessory to her son' s success. And my adoptive parents, the Jennings, who had taken me in as a child but never truly loved me, were soc

ling. "You discussed the fate of my chil

nage the cri

voice cracked on the last word. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, a

rustration boiling over. "I am protecting h

down my face. "He needs a father who will acknowledge him! A fa

e finally breaking. He looked cornered, desp

en he was trying to distance himself, to turn

" I said, the word

olutely not. A divorce right now is out

your disaster, Gabe.

on painful. "You are not divorcing me. You are not leaving this apartm

in my own home. His home. He had the money,

ve sound that made us both jump. Ga

n overnight bag at her feet. Behind her stood Gabe' s mother, Eleanor, her face a mask of c

rrived. And the

word to him, her icy gaze landing

y hands. It was a business transaction

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The Heiress They Thought They Silenced

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“My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.”