The Comeback Heiress

rt hammering a frantic

was a horrifying memory-a visce

ing behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted

who had meticulously orchestra

ase," who wore my family's legacy

different fiancé, his eyes dismi

right through me, his ruthless ambiti

ed my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in

explicably,

aga

ublic downfall began in

e incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored

eachery, of being utterly played

ck to this cruel

I have bee

ng shroud, but beneath it, a

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this

uld be no tears, no

would not j

I would u