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Ansley was banished to Europe for five years by her powerful adoptive family. She only secretly returned to New York to save her dying best friend's bankrupt tech startup. But to save her friend, Ansley had to unlock her frozen trust fund, instantly alerting her terrifyingly controlling adopted brother, Emery. Trapped in his penthouse, Ansley overheard the horrifying truth. Her parents didn't banish her because she was a burden. They sent her away because Emery's sick, suffocating obsession with her was threatening his billion-dollar arranged marriage. Desperate to escape his golden cage and save her friend's stolen life's work, Ansley sought help from the ruthless CEO of Aegis Group, Darius Woodward. Instead of looking at her data, Darius humiliated her. He mocked her cheap suit, told her she didn't even know how to beg properly, and threw her out into the freezing rain. Sitting in her soaking wet clothes, Ansley realized that in this city of glass and steel, genuine effort meant nothing against raw power. She was entirely powerless against these apex predators. But she was done crying, and she was done hiding. Ansley threw her wet suit in the trash, slipped into a stunning silk dress, and walked right onto Emery's luxury birthday yacht. As the socialites who ruined her life five years ago stared in shock, she took a slow sip of her martini. "I'm not the same girl you chased out of town."
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The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback Chapter 1 1
The heavy walnut door of the Mount Sinai VIP hospital room pushed open.
Ansley stepped inside. The harsh, sterile stench of bleach hit her first, immediately followed by the sickeningly sweet scent of expensive lilies. The combination made her stomach churn.
She walked past the privacy screen. Kegan lay on the hospital bed. Her usually vibrant face was the color of ash. Clear plastic IV tubes snaked out from the back of her pale hand, pumping fluids into her fragile veins.
Leo, the junior engineer, stepped forward. His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red. He didn't say a word. He just held out an iPad with a shattered screen.
Ansley looked down. The banking app was open. The company account balance showed a negative number in glaring red font. Below it was the final foreclosure notice from the bank.
Suddenly, a text message from Cade Vance popped up at the top of the cracked screen.
Tell Kegan her algorithm is going to make a great stepping stone for my new company. Thanks for the hard work, losers.
Ansley's pupils contracted. Her fingers gripped the edges of the iPad so hard her knuckles turned completely white. The sharp, broken glass bit into her thumb, but she didn't feel the pain.
A violent coughing fit erupted from the bed. Kegan's thin frame shook uncontrollably. She reached over with her free hand and grabbed the IV tubes, her fingers trembling as she tried to rip the needles out of her skin.
"It's over," Kegan rasped, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes and soaking into the white pillowcase. "We're done."
Ansley dropped the iPad onto a nearby chair. She lunged forward. She pressed both of her hands down on Kegan's bony shoulders, pinning her to the mattress.
"Stop it," Ansley ordered. Her voice was low, but it left no room for argument.
Kegan squeezed her eyes shut. A sob tore through her throat.
Ansley took a deep breath. She let go of Kegan's shoulders. She reached into her Birkin bag and pulled out her own phone.
Her fingers moved rapidly across the screen, typing in a complex string of passwords. She opened the private wealth management portal of UBS.
The screen loaded. It displayed a family trust account under her name. It was an account Arthur Holcomb had punitively frozen five years ago when she was exiled to Europe at eighteen. It had just automatically unlocked last week on her twenty-third birthday, a legal technicality the family office had somehow overlooked.
Ansley's thumb hovered over the screen, trembling so violently she could barely keep the phone steady. She was terrified. Touching this money meant stepping back into a world that had nearly destroyed her. But as Kegan let out another agonizing cough, Ansley squeezed her eyes shut, a hot tear slipping down her cheek. She tapped the button for an international wire transfer.
She typed in the corporate routing number for Aura Aerospace. In the amount box, she typed a one followed by six zeros. One million dollars.
A red warning box flashed on the screen. It required a Face ID scan for a high-risk transaction.
Ansley held the phone up to her face. Her expression was pale and fraught with a deep, silent panic, but her eyes locked onto Kegan's fragile form. The screen flashed green. The word APPROVED appeared.
Ten seconds later, the corporate finance phone in Leo's pocket let out a piercing chime.
Leo pulled the phone out. He stared at the screen. He sucked in a sharp breath, his chest heaving. He looked up at Ansley, his mouth hanging open.
"A-Ansley..." Leo stuttered, pointing at the screen. "How..."
Ansley ignored him. She pulled a tissue from the box on the nightstand. She leaned over and gently wiped the wet tears from Kegan's cheeks.
"The company is not going bankrupt," Ansley said quietly. "Focus on breathing. Focus on living. I will handle the rest."
Kegan's eyes flew open. She stared at the quiet, unassuming girl she had known for years. She looked at Ansley like she was seeing a stranger.
Ansley didn't offer an explanation. She turned around and grabbed her trench coat from the back of a chair.
"I have to go clean up a mess," Ansley said.
She walked out of the room and let the heavy door click shut behind her.
The hallway was quiet. Outside the window at the end of the corridor, a massive autumn storm was tearing through Manhattan. Heavy rain lashed against the thick glass.
Ansley walked to the elevator and pressed the down button.
Before the button could even light up, the phone in her hand vibrated violently.
She looked at the screen. A name she hadn't seen in five years flashed across the glass. Jacky Madden.
Ansley's lungs stopped working. Her thumb hovered over the green accept button. It shook.
She finally swiped right and lifted the phone to her ear.
A heavy sigh came through the speaker. It sounded amused, but laced with a sharp warning.
"He knows," Jacky whispered into the phone. "Emery knows you're back in the city, Ansley."
Ansley's head snapped toward the window at the end of the hall.
She walked toward the glass. She looked down through the sheets of rain.
Parked directly in front of the hospital entrance was a black Maybach.
Sam, the family driver, was standing by the rear door. He held a massive black umbrella over his head. Even from this height, Ansley could see him looking straight up at her floor.
Waiting for her.
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