The Disowned Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector

From the back cover

I was the rightful heir to the Valenzuela estate, but my aunt and cousin treated me worse than a stray dog.

On a freezing rainy night, they forged documents to strip me of my trust fund and violently ordered their bodyguards to throw me out.

My cousin snatched the rosewood urn containing my mother's ashes. She smashed it onto the marble floor and maliciously ground the white powder under her stiletto heel.

When Aidan, the elderly butler who had protected me since I was a baby, tried to shield me from their assassins in the storm, he was stabbed in the back.

His hot blood poured over my hands as he died in the muddy puddle, while my aunt's men laughed and raised their blades to finish me off.

They thought I was just a nameless orphan they could easily erase.

The next day, they went to the press, branding me a degenerate thief who ran away, happily preparing to parade around at my grandfather's charity gala using my stolen wealth.

But they didn't know I was rescued from the rain by the most ruthless billionaire in New York, a man willing to burn the city down to protect me.

Staring at my pale reflection in the penthouse mirror, I took a pair of heavy silver scissors and chopped off my long hair.

"From today on, the weak girl is dead. I am Evelena Valenzuela, and I am going to make them bleed for every single thing they took."