The Exiled Heiress Returns For Her Son

Chapter 2

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an ostentatious Versace suit with a massive gold tie clip, checking his Patek Philippe wa

ant sign printed in bold black lette

been standing here for twenty minutes! If I knew Chloe Parrish was going to drag her pa

m his brow. "Mr. Garrison, p

thick glasses and oversized wool sweaters! A complete wallflower! Now she crawls back from Paris as an abandoned singl

away, crossing my a

gged my trench coat. Her crystal-clear vo

lding your name! Is he the tacky

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h waves of dark hair, and flawless porcelain skin. My tailored black dress accentu

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h an unctuous grin. "I have to admit, Chloe... Pari

us man. I'm still willing to marry you and give that kid of yours a respectable name. All you have to do i

ng laugh esc

king sharply against the marble floor. "

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ichard push me out. Alistair BioTech will never belong to you, and if you ever dare approach my daughter again, the

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ast him into the crisp Chicago morning, l

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anced at the glowing s

care-it was always because he wanted something or had an agenda to push. Declan had probably run straight to him to co

my lips as the scre

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The Exiled Heiress Returns For Her Son

LibethCa Modern

“Five years ago, I gave birth to twins in a cold hospital room. The doctor handed me my healthy daughter, but coldly announced that my son was stillborn. I held his tiny, lifeless body and cried until my heart broke, completely unaware it was all a monstrous lie. Because of my pregnancy, my family cast me out as a disgrace, and my fiancé abandoned me. Five years later, I returned to Chicago with my daughter to settle the score. But in a hotel hallway, I accidentally bumped into a little boy. When I looked down, my world stopped. He had the exact same eyes as the baby I thought I had lost forever. Driven by a primal instinct, I reached out to gently touch his cheek. "What are you doing? Stay away from my son." His father, a famous hockey superstar, pulled the boy away and looked at me with pure disgust. He branded me a scheming groupie trying to use a child to climb into his bed. Meanwhile, my toxic step-sister was trying to steal my mother's company, even impersonating my secret identity as a legendary medical expert just to get close to that very same arrogant athlete. I didn't understand how my "dead" son ended up in the hands of this stranger. Who orchestrated this cruel conspiracy five years ago to tear my flesh and blood apart? Looking at the hacker's report confirming the boy's adoption records, a cold smile touched my lips. The weak girl from five years ago is dead. This time, I will expose every lie, crush anyone who stands in my way, and take my son back.”