The Heiress’s Fall, Her Rise to Love

From the back cover

My coming-out party should have been the most glittering night of my life.

As Chloe Davis, the Davis fortune' s true heiress, perched at the top of the grand staircase, I was the picture of cool, collected perfection in my silver silk gown.

Then, everything shattered.

The ballroom' s elegant music died, replaced by gasps as a grainy video flashed across the screens, showing me in a hotel room with a man who was not my fiancé.

Humiliation burned through me, absolute and suffocating, as whispers turned to a roar of judgment.

I fled, desperate for comfort, to my fiancé Liam Sterling' s penthouse, only to overhear him boast, "She deserved it," revealing the public disgrace was a calculated plan with my adopted sister, Sophia.

The world spun, the betrayal a bitter choke in my throat.

I escaped his apartment, returning home only to be slapped by my mother and banished to Europe by my parents, who watched with disgust.

They had chosen Sophia over me.

Days later, Liam appeared at my bedroom door, playing the concerned fiancé, claiming it was all a misunderstanding while Sophia texted me intimate photos of them.

My last shred of hope withered when I called him, only to hear Sophia' s seductive voice in the background, telling him to "come back to bed."

Then came the ultimate cruelty: Sophia' s staged fall down the stairs, followed by Liam's cold, calculating words to the guards, "Your eyes, Chloe, will be a perfect match."

I woke to darkness, bandages covering my eyes.

Liam spun a sick tale of my eye being donated to a blind child, while Sophia' s punishment for orchestrating everything was a single day of "grounding."

The injustice was a physical weight, but the worst was yet to come.

Accused of stealing Sophia' s necklace, I was dragged to an icy pond by Liam who, finding out I was pregnant, forced me into the freezing water to miscarry.

I heard him confess afterwards, "Of course I did it on purpose. Now there's nothing standing in our way."

The last bit of me broke, replaced by a cold, silent resolve.

I called Julian Thorne.