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The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

Author: Bao Fu Ya Ya
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 02/02/2026

back from the tinted window was flawless, a mask of porcelain skin and perfectly arched brows she had meticulously construc

calendar notification lit up the screen: 26th Birthday. There w

ike fresh arterial blood. She didn't apply it to look beautiful. She applie

Before Flavia could gather her things, the door flew open. Harp

here, bitch!"

ing it before landing on Flavia. She wasn't looking for birthday d

e, practiced smile. It

arty mood," Flavia sai

-pitched sound that gr

y there. It's a surprise party for y

e microscopic twitch at the corner of Harper's mouth.

ording to her dossier, Eliseo hated surprises, and he hated The Vault even more.

houldn't keep him w

eo Fitzpatrick was a compromised asset, she

r perfume. Harper spent the entire ride texting, the blue light of her phone re

the bouncer unhooked the velvet rope for Harper immediate

ice dripping with false benevolence.

elonged in this world and who was merely a guest

t cavity. The air was thick with sweat and expensive cologne. Harper grab

ened, replaced by the clinking of crystal and the murmur of exclusive convers

nt of a heavy oak doo

, stepping back. "He

ce cold against her palm. A chill ran down her

ed the d

in a sleazy red glow. There was

e champagne bottles scattered on t

e saw t

two buttons undone. His head was lolled back against

and bare, their dresses little more than scraps of fabric. One of t

ish, his reaction time delayed. But to Flavia

ly. The silence that followed was hea

ia and let out a gasp that wa

o. How could you?

ng from confusion to shock as he registered Flavia standi

Red wine sloshed out of her glass, splashing across the front

her breathing shallow and controlled. She felt like she was watc

orked, but no sound came out. He l

high-proof tequila. The lace bra draped over the armrest. The s

d a sharp, rhythmic staccato on the

ers brushing Flavia's arm. "

ch. She looked at Harper,

rper. Go collect your

New York autumn night. She didn't hail a cab immediately. Sh

n't call a friend. She dialed a n

er data

n Harper Vance and her circle. I want every transaction, e

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