The Heiress's Vengeance: A Betrayed Heart

osed to another woman. I saw it on socia

sent a wave of pain through my body. Then, a flash of light, a

alled Devin for help, telli

"What baby? You're

"You were just a placeholder, a charit

line we

ppeared at my bedside. "I'm Arlena Dick

w York's most powerful families, and the woman who stole my life, my love

pte

Dicker

sed to show off a diamond that screamed "forever," was smiling into Devin Haynes' eyes. Devin, my boyfriend of eight years, the

s of building a life, building his company, believing every word he said. "She's just

from him. "Haley, I need to talk. Urgent project." He was at

d been a secret joy for weeks. Our secret joy. My secret joy. I put a hand on my belly, instinctively prote

clammy and trembling, gripped the steering wheel. The road ahead twisted, a serpen

ing glass and twisted metal. My body slammed forward, then back, a ragdoll tossed by an unseen force. Pain,

uch blood. A warm, sticky tide seeping through my

ng call. Devin. My trembling fingers fumbled, trying to answer. The line connected, but all

n an accident. The baby..." My voice wa

r than I' d ever heard it. "Haley? Wha

er. Karly's

to come!" My plea was a ragged sob, tearing through my throat. The p

have a baby." His words were flat, devoid of emotion. T

ow you're going to deny our child?" My voice cracked, raw with a

ction while I waited for Karly to come back to me. Now she's here, and you're... obsolete."

ack for months. You really thought you were special? You were just a charity case, a placeholder. And that li

dead, mirroring the death of everyt

. Urgent. "Haley?

. A woman, elegant and poised, stood by my bed. Her eyes, a striking

you?" My voice

er words, delivered with a quiet strength, were anothe

elieved was dead. The woman

sit up, a fresh wave of pain reminding m

e, pressed against my forehead. "There's so mu

arp, ignited within the numb de

The sole heiress to one of New York's oldest, most powerful families. And everything

t a "long-lost relative." I had dismissed it, thinking it was a

I whispered, the words

Her voice was unwavering. "Karly McLaughlin is nothing. Devin Haynes is n

n. Karly's cruel words. "That little 'accident' of yours? Consider it a favor." It w

ring, icy resolve. "My baby," I choked out, tears f

u must heal. Then, you must embrace who you truly are. The Dicker

on your 18th birthday. But she kept it. Karly McLaughlin has lived your life, enjoyed your inheritance, stole

cé?" I asked, comp

hs ago, before all this. A strong alliance for the family, but it became even mo

ild, a strategic fiancé. It was too much. But then, Karly's voice, cold a

ng fire remained. "They will pay," I said, my voice barely a whisper, bu

fierce satisfaction in her

ehow still working. A different number. "Be careful, Ha

rmation of Karly's malice. But it no longer