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Hidden Heir's Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 595    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

tanding by his window, looking out over the Aether campus. He threw a

face red with anger. "You think you can jus

th, Marcus. I

with Chloe. She has confirmed that you provided minimal support and that she and Leo did al

was hearing. "That's a l

me off. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She also men

ld. David and S

an," Vance continued, mistaking my stunned silence for understa

manufacturing execs, was a part of Silicon Valley royalty. And Chloe had let him believe

voice hollow. "You're just g

and picking up a folder. "It's about what's best for the comp

ent across the

een deemed disruptive and unprofessional. You have 30 days to demonstrate

vives a PIP at Aether. It's just a

n to Jessica Thorne's executive team is, of course, cancelled. We

e. My career, my reputation, my projec

e's desk. She was on the phone, laughing. She glanc

e a tomb. I was cornered. I had tried to do it my way, on my

inst her lies. My talent was n

I could barely dial the number. I had never called t

before a calm, fami

everythin

against the col

g. "I tried to handle this myself, b

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Hidden Heir's Revenge
“I, Ethan, had one rule: make it on my own merits, no family help, despite my parents being Silicon Valley legends. For three years, I poured my soul into "Project Prometheus," a project meant to launch my career to new heights, all while planning a future with my fiancée, Chloe. Then, a single LinkedIn notification shattered my world: Chloe's smirking intern, Leo, was taking credit for my project, my invaluable work. When I confronted Chloe, she looked at me with tired annoyance, not guilt, casually dismissing it as "just a title" for Leo's career, before brazenly asking me to endorse his fake "contribution." My furious refusal only made things worse; suddenly, I was the subject of office whispers and Marcus, my director, inexplicably sided with Chloe, burying my name on the project and putting me on a death-sentence Performance Improvement Plan. Chloe publicly smeared me as "non-collaborative," then privately texted: "You lost." How could the woman I planned to marry so casually steal my life's work, mock my integrity, and try to make me an accomplice in my own professional execution? The unfairness was a physical weight, suffocating me, watching them twist the truth while my irrefutable evidence was ignored. My integrity was utterly worthless against her malicious lies. Backed into a corner, my reputation destroyed and career hanging by a thread, I finally made the call I swore I never would: "Mom, Dad," I choked out, "I tried to handle this myself, but I can't anymore. I need your help."”
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