Jilted Heiress: Her Reign Has Begun

ance meant I was expected to endure the humiliation. He demanded I invite her to my parents'

ed his engagement to her, and planned to have me publicly diso

t me bleeding on the floor to answer his mi

as a

ruth: I held the controlling 51% of the c

re on me. And I was r

pte

Stark

headline was always the same: Warren Heir, Fremont Warren, Caught in Steamy Tryst with Pregnant Mystery Woman. They us

raced them with my fingers a thousand times. The girl, Corina Gonzales, was a nobody. A waitress he' d supp

significant girl, to erase her from existence and restore the sanctity of my engagem

s not what

Stark Foundation Gala, when Fremont sauntered in. He tossed his phone

ed, a smirk playing on his lips.

roses. "What is there to believe, Fr

his perfectly styled dark hair. He picked up the phone. "She was cry

pregnancy was now five months along, a ticking time bomb he had somehow managed to keep hidden until now. A time bomb

rivate apartment?" I asked

a place to

ay. Fremont, the presumed heir to a corporate empire, parading his pregnant mistress for the world to see, wh

nzales, emboldened by Fremont' s pub

o of a positive

. My voice was as cold and still as a f

as if I were a bothersome fly. "Corina is just a g

u' re Etta Stark. You will be my wife. You will be the lady of the W

t derived from being his wife. It was mine by birthright, sealed in blood and sacrific

as a

with his foolishness right th

my parents, held on the anniversary of the day their company, their legacy, was sacrif

donors and old family friends blurring before my eyes. Each

against the storm raging outsi

ce. But first, I had to honor my parents

d I knew, with a certainty that settled deep

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