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The Masked Heiress: Taming The Cold Tycoon

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 738    |    Released on: 23/10/2026

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The Masked Heiress: Taming The Cold Tycoon
The Masked Heiress: Taming The Cold Tycoon
“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.”