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.”