The Jilted Heir's Redemption

y fiancée Chloe's perfume. This was supposed to be our moment, my pre-wedding feature

with a smirk, hijacking the shoot, claiming he was the Harrison heir. The magazine editor, sharp-eyed and sh

w stared, whispering, seeing me as some ungrateful charity case having a public meltdown. It was sickeningly familia

manipulations, the sheer injustice of it all... it broke me then. But this time, their sneers

from his face, replaced by raw fear. This wasn't the Leo they knew. No breakdown. No tears. Only calculation. I