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Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Author: Li Xiamo
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1121    |    Released on: Today at 14:59

Sign them. Right here, on the dotted line, where it states you

folder across the polished Italian mahogany table. It slid with a co

, sterile tap. The cavernous drawing room of the Upper East Side penthou

human warmth. "You have precisely forty minutes to vacate the estate. After that,

nned to the yellowed pages of an antique La

seemed to mock the tension in the room. Beneath her pale skin, a fine, silver scar slashed across th

armchair, Brittaney Bryan meticulously applied

ogical daughter discovered living in foster care three months ago,

ivan added, his chin lifted in aristocratic disdain. "

vided you with a life an India

n cover slammed shut with a dull, resonan

No humiliation. Only an icy, bottomless stillness

ate, predatory grace, her shoulders square,

son said, her voice smooth and chilling. "He will need eve

? Let's be real for once. In Manhattan, fifty grand is the only thing standing between a backwater stray

ard the grand staircase, treating the newly mint

composure slipping at the utter lack of reaction. "Leave the jewelry in the

didn't

terrifying efficiency. The designer dresses, the diamond bracelets, the Hermès

rts, a set of hand-bound surgical notebooks, a beat-up bla

an elderly woman with silver hair and eye

other," Alison murmured,

Walter and adoptive mother-Sharon Bryan were waiting b

ician sternness. "Alison. You leave quietly, and we maintai

s, borrow money, or crawl into our social circle

h a silk handkerchief. "Do try to find honest work, chi

ber eyes ignited with a cold, mocking brillian

and lethal. "When your heart fails and the elite specialists ab

my face, the consultation fe

d into the cool dusk of Manhattan. The heavy

, three miles south

Thornton Global Tower shook with

AC

ed mahogany cane into the solid Italian ma

his voice rattling the panoramic gl

ler, bowed so low his nose nearly touched

from the Indiana orphanage records match Lady A

of the Thornton clan... is alive. She is

nd the gold handle of his cane. A lifetime of cold

e? Why isn't

iedly. "We just received word-less than an hour ago, the Bryans terminated the legal adop

ressure so intense that the surroundi

contorted into

der brothers across the globe. Tell the General in Washington, the Sovereign Fund Chairman in London, and the Head of Interpol in Lyon to drop everythin

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Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress
Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress
“After years of being their adopted daughter, Alison was unceremoniously kicked out by the wealthy Bryan family to make room for their newly found biological daughter. They gave her one hour to pack, tossed a fifty-thousand-dollar card on the table, and told her to get out of their lives. She left quietly, returning to her secret life as "The Surgeon," a top-tier underground doctor who charges eight figures per consultation. But the Bryans weren't done. Later that evening, they ambushed her outside a luxury hotel. Assuming she was there to beg, her adoptive mother threw a $100,000 check at her in front of New York's elite. Her adoptive father and sister loudly accused her of being a greedy, ungrateful wretch, deliberately trying to humiliate them in public. They looked at her like she was trash, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just saved a billionaire's heir in that very hotel. They thought their dirty money could buy her silence and dignity. How could they be so arrogant when their perfect family was built on a mountain of filthy lies? Alison didn't take the check. Instead, she tore it to shreds in front of the flashing cameras. "The Bryan family's money is dirty," she announced calmly. Then, she publicly exposed the mother's affair and revealed that their precious "real" daughter was actually another man's bastard. As the Bryan family's reputation instantly collapsed into ashes, the most powerful man in Manhattan watched her from his Rolls-Royce, utterly captivated.”