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The Masked Heiress: Taming The Cold Tycoon

The Masked Heiress: Taming The Cold Tycoon

Author: Zhi Yao
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 982    |    Released on: 23/10/2026

y wainscoting in The Vault private club. The narrow

pagne in her fingers. To the public, she was the docile Turner heiress under her fiance Byr

from now, Krystal Richmond, the true Turner heiress, would arrive with solid DNA proof. Byron would discard her without a second thought, team up with Kryst

not die

at the top of New York's power structure - a person whos

ed Anton

could not hide how intoxicated he was. Carter Hayes stood beside him, grinning and blocking the exit. These two were not random rich kids. Jennie had paid th

ind hazel‑brown irises. She played the part: scared

d. The brass door to the executive salo

out and scanned the hallway. Next came Jair Blankenship, the sha

me Anto

ess gold glasses sat on his nose, catching lamp light. His dark hair was neatly cropped. As head of Sears Global, he controlled sovereign wea

hed off the wall, and put a

es tapping marble. Women constantly threw themselves at him in clubs a

shoulder. "See that, princess? The great Sears do

way. She raised her v

e Ant

hoed off ma

topped m

e authority. Security guards tensed. Jair looked surprised; fe

wly turned

unk men. Spotlights fell on her: simple black velvet halter dress, dark wavy hair over one sho

de

row, that tilted chin - she looked just like th

ho he was talking to. "You're Antone Sears on Wall Str

rouser pockets. The air turned heavy. Carter stumbled ba

e?" Antone's low voi

ulian and Carter, sir. Their fathers

ning commission Sears Capital is pulling all support for their

s, please! This is a misunderstand

ne spoke without anger, which ma

pair by their collars and dragged them toward

illed the

ll, breathing fast. She clut

ed, sounding fragile. "I'm sorry.

a silk handkerchief from his pocket. He saw the

his daughter manhandled by trash here.

s vintage bottle from the cellar vault. The manager said Byro

back a sob. Byron's nam

es back on. A muscle

rder and turned toward the elevator.

dden in his shadow, out of his line of sigh

all Street's most powerfu

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The Masked Heiress: Taming The Cold Tycoon
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“Jennie Turner was the orphaned daughter of a war hero, clinging to her engagement with Byron Cannon just to keep her Alzheimer's-stricken grandfather safe. But while she was being cornered by street thugs in a dim nightclub corridor, her fiancé was at Tiffany's, spending lavishly on a poor college girl. The Cannon family treated her worse than a stray dog. Byron ignored her desperate calls, leaving her to fend for herself in the rain. His sister Donita even stormed into the Turner Manor, ripping apart Jennie's couture dresses and pointing right at her nose. "You're nothing but a useless parasite! Without my brother, you couldn't even survive!" Everyone in Manhattan's elite circle thought Jennie was just a weak, helpless canary waiting to be crushed. They didn't know that the thugs in the hallway were hired by Jennie herself, paid off through untraceable dark web nodes. They had no idea that beneath her fragile, tearful exterior, she secretly controlled hundreds of millions in offshore capital. As the untouchable billionaire Antone Sears-the ruthless financial king her father had died to save-stepped out of the private elevator, Jennie bit her lip until it bled. She forced a flush of tears into her eyes, trembling in fake terror as she collapsed perfectly into his arms. "Uncle Antone, help me." She was going to turn the most powerful man in North America into her personal weapon, and watch the entire Cannon family burn to ashes.”