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The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 680    |    Released on: 07/06/2025

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as like poi

ns to protect the fa

ed at the pattern on

d, examining her perfectly manicured

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through me,

se. But once something like that is out there.

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snapped

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f us. You, with your high standards, your perfect life

ring you down. To m

eyes. I hadn't spoken more th

of the way. So he could finally have

zed he needs a woman who understands power. Who isn't afraid t

hter was

Sarah. It's going

nt of her expensive perfume an

fear, but from a rage so profou

he had won. T

ned the room

ad to b

remem

erica, there had been a security incident. A kidnapping attempt, t

rivate sec

business card. A plain card with a sing

cy, Ms. Pearson. No

ed it then. T

wh

old family property. Michael h

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to be

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clinging to the fu

creaked. Old pape

wedged beneath a faded map of Long Island Sound..

rough it, he

e the back cover. A plain whit

e thing they hadn't thought to take from me

on the bedside table. A r

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hot. A desperat

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ring

any god that might b

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arse. "It's Sarah. Sarah Pearson.

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The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns
The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns
“On the glittering night I was set to become CEO of Pearson International and accept Senator Davis's proposal, my life was a polished diamond. The Plaza ballroom buzzed with an air of my impending coronation. It was everything I had carefully built, every dream on the cusp of reality. Then, a champagne glass from my brother Michael, a whisper of expensive scotch, and a sudden, disorienting haze swept over me. The last thing I remembered was a camera flash and leering faces before darkness consumed me. I woke to my face plastered across every tabloid: "Pearson Heiress in Drunken Orgy!" My world imploded as the Senator's curt statement ended our engagement, and company stocks plummeted. Confined to a remote villa, stripped of my phone and dignity, I was forcibly medicated, labeled as having a mental breakdown. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered-my own brother, Michael, and his venomous accomplice, Olivia, were behind it all. Their whispers of my "neutralization" and their sickening hints at my father's "accident" turned my raw shame into a burning, diamond-hard rage. They thought they had buried me. But they were profoundly, catastrophically wrong. Driven by Olivia's cruel taunts, a desperate, whispered call on an ancient, hidden phone ignited a relentless fire within. Sarah Pearson died that night, but a formidable ghost, Anya Sharma, was just beginning her ascent from the ashes, ready to unleash a reckoning they'd never forget.”
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