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Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Heir

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 811    |    Released on: Today at 14:28

ugh the taxi window fe

rfume and a stranger's scent. Her stomach churned with a nausea that ha

glowed with dozens of missed calls and frantic te

ne made her

ack! Something ter

oarse whisper. A thousand terrible scenarios played through her

lla, the house her mother had raised her in. It l

led out. The front door flew

ere, a vision in a pristine white dress. Her

nally back! We we

wrinkled in disgust at the smell of alcohol and sex clinging to Chloe. A flash of trium

her away. "Do

st her into t

ard, were seated on the main sofa. They wore expressions

is tone dripping with paternal disappointment.

canned the room, searching fo

ther?" she aske

ugh Chloe's. She began to sob theatrically. "Oh,

"This is the notice from the hospital. Miranda... she had a sudden

were a phy

ack ink of the death certificate swam before h

body swayed, her legs

nomous whisper only Chloe could hear. "Don't blame me, sister. Blame your mother fo

e a bolt of lightning. The perfume. The d

over her grief, obliterating it. Chloe's h

AC

Chloe had put every ounce of her strength into it, lea

ce crumpled and she let out a piercing

feet and pointing a trembling finger at Chloe. "Your

spire against me, you murder my mother, you try to steal

a shrieked. "Jennifer is your sist

I don't recall my mother ever giving b

face wen

wed the truth. "That's enough! Jennifer is my dau

n his fury, the long-held sec

called a father. The years of pretense had fallen

from the kitchen, placing herself between Chloe and

, you're just a servant!" Rich

he pack of wolves standing before her. There were no tears in her

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“Chloe Beaumont woke up in a stranger's hotel bed, her body aching and her mind foggy from a cheap, cloying drug. Rushing home, she was met with a forged death certificate and the sickening smirk of her stepsister. Her stepfather and stepsister had poisoned her mother, faked her death, and orchestrated Chloe's hotel trap to steal her family's pharmaceutical empire. They demanded she sign away her inheritance, threatening to withhold her mother's ashes if she refused. They mercilessly mocked her ruined reputation, painting her as a fallen heiress who spent her nights with random men. Just as her world crumbled, a loyal housekeeper whispered a desperate secret: her mother wasn't dead, but hidden away by a powerful family. A tidal wave of rage washed away Chloe's grief. Her own family had used a fake death to torment her and a drugged drink to destroy her dignity. They thought she was a naive girl they could easily break and discard. But they didn't know the stranger from the hotel was Damien Stone, the ruthless heir to the city's most powerful empire-and her fated fiancé from a decades-old pact. Tearing the forged will to shreds, Chloe looked at the predators in her living room with terrifying serenity. "I will make the people responsible pay a thousand times over." She would marry the devil to borrow his army, and the war for her legacy had just begun.”