Rising From Betrayal: The Untouchable Heiress

Chapter 4

Word Count: 665 | Released on: 15/09/2026

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u hit me?" He couldn't seem to process it. The girl who had

ough to walk. In a world suffocating with testosterone and violence, a woman must know ho

re potent rage. "Bitch!" he roared, lun

winging this time. He used his sheer mass, tryin

furniture as a barricade. He clipped a side table, sending a heavy porcela

ed the room and landed on my mot

and sprinted for the box. I kicked the lid open. My fingers wrapped

jolt of power through me. It fe

s eyes, but it was quickly consumed by a rabid posses

d, my voice dead flat. My g

fraction of a second his hand reached for me, and I brought the heavy

's arm bent at an unnatural angle. He collapsed to h

knee to force him flat against the floorboards, and jammed the hea

. Ramona stormed in, flanked by two towering men, on

a split second. "Get it! Quick! Get a picture of

thought they had me dead to rights. They

steel harder into Brett's throat and unleashed a des

broke into my room! Brett M

d, and loud enough to wake ev

the triumphant smirks instantly

ught in a scandalous affair. Instead, they walked in on a fully clothed, terrified victim

aralyzed, completely clueless as

I continued to scream, violently kicking over a heav

ike a butcher looking at a lamb. "You break into m

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Rising From Betrayal: The Untouchable Heiress

Elizabeth Romance

“My father called a formal family meeting to discuss my upcoming wedding to Brett Merritt, the town's golden boy. But instead of planning the ceremony, they announced our engagement was canceled. My father and the Merritts had agreed to let Brett marry my half-sister, Brynlee, all to steal my late mother's legendary motorcycle garage. Brett leaned in and whispered a secret proposal. "You can be my Sweetbutt. I'll treat you just like before." He wanted me as a disposable side piece. When I publicly rejected him, he broke into my bedroom that night to assault me and force me to sign over my inheritance. I fought back and snapped his arm with a heavy-duty wrench. Desperate to appease the Merritts and save his failing business, my own father ordered his hired thugs to kill me quietly and leave no trace. I stood facing my executioners, my heart turning to ice. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could trade my life for a business deal and his new wife's triumphant smile. But just as the goons reached for me, a Nevada State Police cruiser screeched to a halt outside. The troopers didn't come to arrest me; they came with a protective mandate and an emergency summons from the Governor-my childhood friend. Looking at my father's terrified face, I knew my counterattack had just begun.”