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Rising From Betrayal: The Untouchable Heiress

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 845    |    Released on: 15/09/2026

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ight, revealing a weathered f

ed, my voice shak

s most loyal friend and the head

rus and had kept to himself in the garage,

es locked on the shotgun. The

? This is a family matter!" Cyrus sp

tley, I've known you for thirty years, and I've never seen a fam

look after Eva. Anyone who touches a hair on her head toda

ing Cyrus's hired suits couldn't match. He was a man who had

ustration. "You think you can stop

a sharp, definitive click, he thum

just soared with hope, began to sink again. Gus wa

of a siren cut through the

. Cops? Who ca

of the house, kicking up a cloud of dust. Two more patrol cars pulled up right beh

lk white. His worst f

flew open and my fr

ht, emerged from the driver's side. His expre

ing past Gus's shotgun and Cyrus's thugs, foll

ow!" the lead trooper barked, his h

slowly placed their guns on the floor and kicked them away. Seeing the cavalry had arrived, Gus le

neutralized, the trooper's

y?" he asked, his voice

ded m

handed it to me. "Miss Bentley, this is an emergency summons from Governor Julian Sinclair

rofound relief washed over me. After all these ye

. The name hung in the air, a wea

ed. Brynlee shrank

rror and disbelief. He could never have imagined that I, the daughter he

s his meeting with Miss Bentley, this estate will be under 24-hour surveillance to ensure her safety.

ar, unambigu

isted with fear, and felt a surg

me," she breathed, her eyes bright with adrenaline. "I took it straigh

Gus, and Julian, far away in the capitol. In my

ease," the trooper said,

a grateful squeeze

ncing over at the old mechanic. "I'll keep Gus company and help

hrough the room of my stunned

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Rising From Betrayal: The Untouchable Heiress
Rising From Betrayal: The Untouchable Heiress
“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.”