Rising From Betrayal: The Untouchable Heiress

Chapter 7

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 15/09/2026

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airs. His eyes were cold, like he was looki

Merritt was seated on the so

into a victorious smirk, but he

. "I hear you've come to your senses and are r

fore her i

back with his elbow,

et Eleanor's gaze. "I have

rus's face went purple with r

thing. "You broke my son's arm, made him a laugh

he middle of the night with ill intent,"

? Don't flatter yourself. You're nothing but a woman

k that pathetic garage your mother left you will keep you safe? Let me tell you something.

it. The Merritt family had enough local influence to c

ive, cloying perfume, "is to get on your knees and beg Brett to forgive you. Then, you wi

t?" I asked,

insect, "perhaps we'll be merciful and allow you to remain in town as

st rung on the club lad

es pleading, urging me t

and a strange calm settled over me. When you're push

. "Eleanor Merritt," I said, my voice a low,

er. We have no relationship. You hav

mother's legacy. It belongs to me, and

high-society act. This is the world of bikers, not your afternoon tea party. And if you e

, sharp crack, like a

ss, pointing a trembling fi

bbing my arm. "Eva! Are you i

"I've said my piece. If you want to stay her

had probably never been spoken

urned on Cyrus. "Cyrus Bentley! This is t

out, her heels clicking an

cept for the sound of C

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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.”