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I stepped into my father’s luxury hotel gala in full military dress uniform, only for my stepmother to point her finger and snap, ‘Security, throw her out.’ My father just stood there, holding his champagne, without saying a word to protect me. But by midnight, after a single call to my lawyer, the hotel, the very land it sits on, and $24 million were legally back in my hands—and the woman who tried to humiliate me was outside my apartment, desperately pounding on the door.

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desperate.

I didn’t open it.

“Go home, Celeste.”

Silence.

Then, quietly:

“I can’t.”

For the first time in years, she sounded honest.

I looked through the peephole.

Her expensive gown was still sparkling, but one strap had fallen loose. Her perfectly styled hair was coming apart, and her makeup no longer hid the exhaustion beneath her eyes.

Beside her stood continue reading …

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