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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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face.

Then my stepmother, Celeste, saw me.

She turned away from the mayor’s wife, her silver gown shining beneath the lights. The smile she had been wearing disappeared instantly.

“What is she doing here?” she demanded.

I stood near the entrance.

“Dad…”

Richard took a small step toward me.

“Mara—”

Celeste interrupted him.

“Security. Remove her.”

Those words continue reading …

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