The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 53

She looked to her father and Grace for help, but Lucas yanked her back violently.

The fire in his eyes could have burned her alive.

“I pitied you–and you played me?”

Edward brushed Clarissa aside and walked over to shake Damien’s hand, with practiced ease.

Damien gave a soft chuckle.

“You’re thanking me too soon.”

In the stunned silence, Ms. Hayes took out a sealed will from my mother and read aloud:

“According to Clause Seven of Mrs. Whitmore’s will, if any proxy shares are involved in irregular transactions,

the trust is immediately nullified.”

“The proceeds from today’s sale will go directly to Miss Claire.”

My father collapsed into a chair.

Grace shrieked:

“You’re insane, Claire! This is betrayal! You’ve dishonored your mother’s legacy!”

I found it ridiculous.

“Didn’t you say the shares should go to someone more capable?

What, feeling reluctant now?”

I enunciated each word clearly:

“I, Claire, sever all father–daughter ties with Edward.”

Gasps rippled through the room.

Edward’s eyes widened. His lips quivered, but he couldn’t say a word.

Once the pride of Silvergate-

He now looked like a dethroned monarch, hollow and crumbling.

Damien rose and nodded at Ms. Hayes.

She made a call, and and billions changed hands in seconds.

Then, Damien knelt down on one knee before everyone.

“Claire, these are the shares I just bought for you in the Whitmore Corporation.”

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“From this moment, every share is under your name. Every vote, every decision–they’re yours.”

“I, Damien, vow to protect you and your child for the rest of my life.”

“Will you marry me?”

The room fell silent.

Then, it erupted.

Photos flashed, livestreams buzzed.

Breaking headlines soon flooded social media:

“Baymore heir proposes to Whitmore heiress–billion–dollar dowry stuns Silvergate!”

From that day, Damien launched an elite legal team to sue Edward and Grace.

Every property, bank account–even my mother’s antique jewelry–was reclaimed.

Every prenatal appointment with Damien grew more extravagant:

Top global medical teams, customized luxury wards, private corridor lit with orchids and marble underfoot.

People in Silvergate began to envy me again-

Saying I was a woman favored by fate.

Those who once called me a discarded heiress, a homewrecker-

Vanished.

That day, after a check–up, as I stepped toward the Lincoln-

“Cece!”

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