Too Late, I Am The Real Heiress

From the back cover

For eight years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress to the Stafford family fortune, playing the role of a meek, dependent girlfriend just to see if Evan could love me for who I truly was.

But today, he slid a severance check across the table and told me to pack my things.

He said his company was going bankrupt and he had no choice but to marry Piper Finch, a woman claiming to have Stafford family backing, to save his business.

"You will not survive a week out there! You cannot even afford subway fare without me!"

The next day, he paraded Piper around the office, letting her mock me before publicly firing me. His mother even threw a five million dollar check in my face, demanding I disappear so I would not ruin his marriage to the wealthy elite.

I looked at the fake heiress wearing a cheap, lab-grown diamond and felt a bitter laugh lodge in my throat.

After eight years of my devotion, he was throwing away the real Stafford princess for a pathetic fraud, utterly convinced I was just a worthless, broke burden.

Instead of begging, I ripped his check in half and walked out.

I pulled out my encrypted satellite phone and told my family to unfreeze my limitless black card.

I was done playing the helpless girlfriend. It was time to show him what real power looks like.