Jilted Heiress: Her Reign Has Begun

Stark

ly be handed the scepter of power-the CEO title of the Warren-Stark empire. It was a mere form

The house staff would leave trays of food outside my door, and they would be taken away h

erved as a constant reminder. It throbbed with a dull ache, a

ed again. A relentless barrage of p

says it' s just a business arrangement.

t, Etta. An obligation. He told m

ear? It would make things

me. He wants to be

pregnant belly proudly on display. Fremont was asleep beside her, his arm thro

me every night, even with the baby. When was the las

age, no tears. Just a vast, cold emptiness. I calmly b

by the Warren elders to project an image of stability in the

ad held high. The long, polished mahogany table was filled with the faces of the Warren clan-uncles, aunts, cousins. Their g

triarch would sit, was my birthright. It was the seat my mother had once occup

step a deliberate act of

en I s

my throat. The world

nestled beside Fremon

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