The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 2

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In an instant, Shakira felt a strong, choking grip on her neck. The man's hand was so tight it felt like he might snap her like a

twig.

"Looking for trouble?" the man warned. His cold voice combined with the pressure made Shakira snap back to reality.

Summoning her remaining strength, she pushed down on his wrist with one hand while her other hand quickly. maneuvered to apply pressure to a sensitive spot on the back of his neck. Instantly, his grip loosened, and the unsuspecting man fell unconscious. Once freed, Shakira collapsed onto his body, gasping for air. But as the oxygen rushed back into her lungs, a wave of heat flooded through her. Overwhelmed, she gritted her teeth and ripped off his expensive tailored pants. Time slipped by in a blur. Finally, drenched in sweat, Shakira slipped into her clothes hanging from the wheelchair, and her mind began to focus. The Nelson and Smith families had ensured that Yvette could hold her head high during the grand party tonight. All their guests came from wealthy backgrounds, with only one disabled visitor-Shakira's former fiancé, Walter Lopez. five families held power, with the Lopez family at the top and the Nelsons at the bottom. Their patriarchs were such close friends they had arranged a marriage between their grandchildren even before they were born. Walter was known for being wild and reckless, getting into trouble all the time when he was young. Rumor had it that with the Lopez family's backing, he'd rule the city one day.

In this

city

But then he disappeared without a trace, becoming a mystery for years. When he finally returned home six months ago, he was confined to a wheelchair, unable to walk.

Shakira had overheard a

I a conversation about the engagement as she returned to the Nelson family. At that moment, Yvette sighed and said, "If Mr. Walter Lopez had come back sooner, maybe I could have married him, and Shakira would have stuck around to spend more and Dad... Her words hit hard. Shakira watched as her mother, Rebecca, scolded Mitchell with a frown. "You can't marry that... What kind of life would that be?"

time with

Rebecca's lips shaped the words "Good for nothing," but out of decency, she held back. Still, the disdain on her face was hard to hide.

Shakira, hesitant to say

continued, her brow furrowed. "She just got back. She doesn't even know our ways. We'll

believed Rebecca would sort everything out for her. But now, after stepping away from her family

just now, using her fiance for her own survival didn't seem so wrong after all. After resting for a bit, the tingling in her legs eased. Shakira had planned to slip away quietly but paused, deciding

Even in

murmured, bending down to drape the torn remains of his pants over

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from his shirt. After a moment of thought, she pushed it aside and revealed a bold tattoo etched across his sun-kissed chest-Satan. The fierce look of the tattoo

the disarray of his clothing,

button on his wheelchair, and moments later, a man in a black suit,

the

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were..." he blurted out, but the harsh word "mistreated" caught in his throat as Walter's

his voice icy,

Mr. Lopez!"

returned to the guest room, pausing at the door. Memories she desperately wanted to forget flooded back- scattered clothes,

open. Inside, three men lay sprawled on the bed, completely unconscious -just as disgusting

the person behind all this to wish me

panicked scream from behind her. "Shakira,

into the room. She took in

made Shakira seem even more filthy and corrupted at that moment, especially after her affair had just been discovered, yet she remained so calm. Shakira couldn't help

wretch.

on his face,