After You Broke Me, I Became the Heiress You Can't Reach — Novel

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In a world where wealth and power dictate every move, she was once a pawn in a game of love and betrayal. Heartbroken and abandoned, she rises from the ashes, determined to reclaim her life and carve a path that no one can overshadow. But as she transforms from the broken girl into an untouchable heiress, the shadows of her past linger, threatening to unravel the very empire she’s painstakingly built.

Just when she thinks she’s distanced herself from the man who shattered her, he reenters her life with the charm and ambition that once captivated her heart. Can she trust him again, or are his intentions as dark as the secrets they both harbor? As their paths intertwine, the stakes rise, and every decision could cost her everything.

With enemies lurking in the shadows and alliances shifting like sand, will she find the strength to protect her newfound power, or will the ghosts of yesterday pull her back into a world she fought so hard to escape? In this gripping tale of resilience, ambition, and love, the line between desire and danger blurs, and nothing is as it seems.

After You Broke Me, I Became the Heiress You Can't ReachChapter 1

The wedding dress fitting was over. Blake Vance gently reached across and buckled my seatbelt for me.

"Babe, I've seen you in the dress now, so I won't be coming to the wedding."

I froze, stunned. "What do you mean?"

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my temple.

"Met a girl. Feisty little thing, refused to be the other woman. So I went to the courthouse with her this morning."

"I'm someone else's husband now. If I go through with our wedding, my wife might get upset."

A high-pitched ringing filled my skull. My voice shook so badly it barely held together. "Why? We're getting married in a week."

His tone was apologetic, almost innocent. "Babe, you're the one I love most. But you know how men are. We can't resist eighteen."

"If you can't bear to cancel the wedding, just find some guy to stand in as the groom. Don't sell yourself short. It breaks my heart."

The wedding dress I'd just tried on still lay across the back seat.

White as snow. Cold enough to seep into my bones.

My body trembled. I slid the pregnancy report halfway out of my pocket, then pushed it back down.

He was right about one thing.

I shouldn't sell myself short.

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