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The Jilted Heiress And Her Lethal Comeback Novel Cover

The Jilted Heiress And Her Lethal Comeback

Clara was the despised fake heiress of the wealthy Price family. For years, she endured their coldness, desperately trying to please her adoptive mother and her fiancé, Preston. But a sudden, terrifying vision of an alternate timeline shattered her reality. In that life, the real heiress, Bria, framed Clara for stealing a priceless antique pearl earring. Her adoptive family chose blood over loyalty, watching coldly as Preston publicly dumped her. Clara was thrown out without a penny, hunted down by hitmen Bria hired, and died a miserable, lonely death. Now, as the agonizing memories faded, Clara found herself back in the exact moment the nightmare began. Bria was whimpering in Preston's arms, while the family matriarch slammed her cane against the floor. "You will call Preston," Eleanor ordered, her voice cold and absolute. "You will cancel the engagement yourself." They expected her to panic and beg. They expected her to cry over the family that never loved her and the man whose bankrupt tech company she had secretly saved with her own code. Why should she suffer for their greed? Why should she let a venomous sister and a useless fiancé destroy her life when she possessed the lethal combat skills of a brutal alternate reality? This time, Clara didn't shed a single tear. She yanked off the five-carat diamond ring, threw it onto the table, and publicly broadcasted the secret audio of Bria's vicious setup. Then, she packed a single bag and walked out the door, ready to crush anyone who stood in her way.
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Chapter 7

Clara pressed play.

A sharp beep echoed through the foyer. She didn't rely on a convenient, pre-existing Bluetooth connection. Clara walked smoothly to the wall-mounted smart home control panel. She paused for a microsecond, the cold glass under her fingertips grounding her. Her mind pulled up the master passcode she had memorized years ago-a code meant only for the family patriarch. Her fingers flew across the screen. In two seconds, she bypassed the internal security protocols, directly overriding the network, and forced her phone's audio to cast directly to the mansion's massive Bang & Olufsen sound system.

The audio blasted from the hidden speakers in the ceiling. First came the hiss of the greenhouse sprinklers. Then, Bria's shrill, arrogant voice filled the room.

"Because you stole eighteen years of my life. I'm going to make sure you leave here with absolutely nothing."

Bria's face turned the color of ash. Her eyes bulged. She lunged forward, desperately clawing at Clara's phone.

Clara simply stepped to the left. Bria grabbed empty air and face-planted hard onto the Persian rug.

The recording continued. Clara's fake, trembling voice asked the question.

"Is that why you put the pearl earring in my closet?"

"Yes. I paid the cleaner for the spare key. I shoved it behind your trashy shoes myself."

The air in the room evaporated. The bodyguards froze.

Eleanor's jaw dropped. The heavy wooden cane slipped from her grip and crashed onto the marble floor. She stared at her biological granddaughter writhing on the rug.

Preston jerked backward like he had been burned. He stared at Bria with absolute disgust.

Helen closed her eyes. Tears spilled over her cheeks. Her last shred of hope for her daughter shattered.

The audio hit the final insult. "You're just an unwanted orphan."

On the stairs, the temperature around Felix plummeted. His eyes were pitch black, radiating a murderous intent.

The recording ended. A suffocating silence choked the room. The only sound was Bria's ragged, panicked breathing.

Clara slipped the phone back into her pocket. She looked down at Bria like she was looking at toxic waste.

"It's fake!" Bria screamed, her voice cracking. "It's AI! She faked it!"

Helen couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her hand out of her pocket and hurled the pearl earring onto the floor.

The pearl bounced twice and rolled to a stop inches from Bria's face.

"Stop lying!" Helen sobbed, her voice breaking.

Bria stared at the pearl. The physical evidence crushed her. She collapsed in on herself, unable to speak.

Eleanor's face was rigid with humiliation. She looked at Felix, mortified that he had witnessed this.

"Apologize to her. Now," Eleanor barked at Bria.

Bria bit her lip so hard it bled. She tasted copper. "Sorry," she forced out through her teeth.

Clara didn't accept it. She didn't care. She bent down and picked up her black bag.

"Keep your mess," Clara said to the room.

She turned and walked toward the door. The bodyguards quickly stepped out of her way, keeping their heads down.

Felix watched her walk away. A dark, genuine smirk touched his lips. She was ruthless. He liked it.

Clara pushed open the heavy brass doors and walked down the steps into the glaring sunlight.

Inside, Bria watched Clara leave. The humiliation mutated into pure, venomous hatred. She pulled her phone from her pocket.

Her hands shook violently as she pulled up her contacts. The humiliation burned in her chest like battery acid, clouding any rational thought. She dialed a burner number she had acquired weeks ago. As soon as the line connected, she didn't wait for a greeting. "I don't care how you do it or what it costs!" she hissed, her fingernails digging into the leather of her phone case, her voice trembling with manic, unrestrained rage. "I want her gone! Do not let her leave this street alive!"

Outside, the cold wind whipped Clara's hair. She opened the Uber app and requested a ride.

A massive, black Chevy Suburban rolled out from the corner. It crept forward like a predator and stopped right in front of her.

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