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The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 776    |    Released on: 05/11/2026

phone screen, her brows pulling together as the wa

apps to try again, only to get the exact same result-her passport

e was only one person in New York who had the authority to f

eeded to keep everything lo

s the block through the Burke family's private darknet channel,

Airport, are you gett

and Barbara looked up to see the massive glass

than

, and pulled her suitcase through the aut

choing overhead, she walked straight

nt behind the desk greete

a'am, how may I

et for the next avail

blue private passpor

yboard for a few seconds before her smile froze, her

s an abnormality with your identification s

ds on the counter, look

s is my personal passport and

, the agent leaned in

Group filed a temporary restriction order against your pass

ving; Keagan was actually accusing her of steali

dly. "I only worked as a junior secretary the

the agent said with a helpless shrug. "You have to get the restrict

counter, Barbara turned and walked ov

ok Keagan's number off the b

ne ring, and Keagan's deep, col

strong spine-couldn't hold

rbara kept her voice low and icy. "Lift t

ugh on the other end. "Did you forget that besides

my resignation

gance. "Until you finish handing over every single pi

cting my personal freedo

at, you better get yourself back to the of

ing only a cold dial ton

white, her stomach twisting with rage before she for

ered this passport through Cohen Group's internal security system,

she had to get back the backup passport locked inside the

se handle, strode out of the terminal to hail a cab back t

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The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO
The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO
“I barely survived a terrifying commercial plane crash, dragging my bruised and bleeding body into the hospital emergency room. But the husband who had ignored my desperate calls was standing in the VIP OB-GYN ward, tenderly comforting his childhood friend. "Don't be scared, I'll arrange the best medical team to take care of you and the baby." When he finally noticed my blood-soaked forehead, his first reaction wasn't concern, but cold impatience. He accused me of faking my injuries just to make a scene, warning me never to cross his pregnant mistress because I was nothing but a cheap contract wife. To stop me from getting a divorce and leaving, he even used his corporate power to freeze my passport, demanding I strip off my company blazer in front of his mistress to humiliate me into submission. I had hidden my true identity and played the perfect, submissive wife for three years to repay a life-saving debt, only to be treated like disposable garbage. Why did I ever think my quiet devotion could warm a man who was busy fathering another woman's child? Without a second thought, I left the signed divorce papers, dropped his company jacket right on his desk, and snatched my passport back. This time, I'm walking away for good.”