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Too Late: The Secret Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 1142    |    Released on: 06/11/2026

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red garden. Alistair unbuttoned his tailored tuxedo jacket, s

cket vibrated. He pulled it out, frowned slightly

uropean broadcasting acquisition. I have to step into the quiet lo

cket together over my chest a

child. Nobody in this garden

ench doors, leaving me standing alone beside the massive marble fou

, hurried clicking of high heels approached

lowed closely by Chloe, who was holding an ice pack wrap

arched straight at me, deliberately colliding hard against my right side. In that split second of contact, my combat-trained senses caught the faint shift o

iamond brace

s, pointing a shaking finger straight at my hand. Half a dozen wealthy gu

n! You actually bumped into me to steal a Kensingt

oice trembling with fake distress as she pitched

ing away from the divorce with nothing, you can't steal the cou

. Reaching into her own purse, she whipped out a signed bank check and threw it directly at my chest. "Here is t

ace-up on the wide stone rim of the fount

a common pickpocket!" Chloe jeered, lifting her swollen chin as the sur

ved fingers into my clutch, pinched the diamond bracel

safety clasp on this bracelet was pried bent before you bumped into me-and why a

A jagged chip of gold polish gleamed on the silve

en disgust. I tossed the diamond bracelet onto the flagstones at Chloe's feet like a piece

, is that the highest number yo

h, I dialed Colin's number rig

ng one million dollars to the rear co

nd slipped the pho

before bursting into sh

allucinating! Who do you think

eyes glittering with malice as she wa

y by the fountain while the night w

n the stone walkway. Colin hurried into the courtyard flanked by four massive bod

hed straight up to me and set the four metal c

ou requested from our reserve vault," Colin said, b

ff in her throat. Her eyes bulged as she stared at the

lids sprang open simultaneously, revealing rows of crisp, newly minted hundred-doll

I reached down, grabbed two thick ten-thousand-dollar br

ousand is enough to

o heavy bricks of cash directly a

s exploded into the night air like a blizzard, raining down over Chloe's head

filthy mouth of yours and keep it shut in this city p

iation in her eyes snapped into sheer, unhinged madness. Letting out an animalistic shriek, she s

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Too Late: The Secret Heiress Strikes Back
Too Late: The Secret Heiress Strikes Back
“For three years, I hid my identity as the billionaire heiress of North America's top sports conglomerate to play the role of a submissive, penniless orphan married to NHL star Harrison Kensington. But just days before our PR contract ended, I woke up to him towering over me, violently accusing me of drugging his champagne. His childhood "savior," Vanessa, had bribed a waiter to frame me, and Harrison believed her without a second thought. Looking at me with pure disgust, he defended the woman who set me up and coldly reminded me that I was nothing. His mother and sister quickly joined in, publicly humiliating me and threatening to blacklist me from every menial job in Boston. They had completely forgotten that my anonymous thirty-million-dollar injection was the only thing keeping their arrogant family from total bankruptcy last winter. Staring at the man I had humbled myself to love, the last fragile thread holding my chest together snapped clean in two. I couldn't understand how three years of quiet devotion couldn't compete with a few fake tears from a scheming liar. Without a word, I drafted a divorce agreement, waiving all claims to his nine-figure fortune, and walked out of the hotel. At the curb, a jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting. "Lady Serena, your three-year trial is over. It is time to come home." Taking the unlimited black Centurion card from my butler, I wiped away my tears. The submissive Mrs. Kensington was dead, and it was time to show them what real power looks like.”