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He Cheated But I Was The Heiress Novel Cover

He Cheated But I Was The Heiress

My actor boyfriend publicly announced his girlfriend, and it wasn't me. My family was in turmoil. The other woman rallied her fans against me online? Blocked and banned! Fans labeled me a shameless homewrecker who mooches off others? I'll see them in court! People in the industry gossiped, saying I was clinging to power and got burned? Let’s show them who’s really in control! ============================== At the awards ceremony, Lucian Webb, freshly crowned Best Actor, passionately thanked a host of people. "Standing here today, the person I'm most grateful for is my girlfriend." "Over the years, she has silently supported me, lifted me during my darkest times, and marshaled all her resources to help me rise." "This award belongs to us both, and I hope she can stand here beside me." Lucian looked intently in my direction.
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Chapter 1

My actor boyfriend publicly announced his girlfriend, and it wasn't me.

My family was in turmoil.

The other woman rallied her fans against me online? Blocked and banned!

Fans labeled me a shameless homewrecker who mooches off others? I'll see them in court!

People in the industry gossiped, saying I was clinging to power and got burned? Let’s show them who’s really in control!

==============================

At the awards ceremony, Lucian Webb, freshly crowned Best Actor, passionately thanked a host of people.

"Standing here today, the person I'm most grateful for is my girlfriend."

"Over the years, she has silently supported me, lifted me during my darkest times, and marshaled all her resources to help me rise."

"This award belongs to us both, and I hope she can stand here beside me."

Lucian looked intently in my direction.

The spotlight followed his gaze, lighting me up.

Caught off guard, I flashed a small smile and started toward the stage.

Simultaneously, Goldie beside me stood up.

"Norah Vasquez, sorry, but today’s star isn’t you—"

She smugly threw the remark my way, confidently striding onto the stage.

I froze, instinctively glancing at Lucian on stage.

They exchanged affectionate glances, like a couple deeply in love.

Lucian eagerly stepped down, lifting Goldie into his arms and carrying her back up.

The audience erupted in applause.

However, the moment of me standing up was captured perfectly.

The internet was in an uproar.

#NorahVasquezGatecrash

#NorahVasquezOtherWoman

#BestActorSnubsNorahVasquez

...

Well, trending so quickly—I wonder who’s behind it.

I turned off my phone, keeping a blank expression as I focused on the stage.

Lucian seemed to sense my stare, his eyes darting away.

But seeing them so joyful, I almost felt reluctant to spoil it.

I let out a cold laugh and fired off a quick message.

As the event neared its end, the host appeared a tad uneasy.

Composing himself and straightening his cue cards, he promptly adjusted his stance.

"And now, for the final segment of the awards ceremony, let’s have our sponsors present a special award."

The host’s announcement sent a wave of intrigue through the crowd.

Everyone buzzed about who would present this award and who would receive it.

Lucian and Goldie were about to step down when the host intercepted them.

The host regarded them with a mix of apprehension and beads of sweat on his brow.

"Please hold on. This next award is for both of you..."

Lucian and Goldie froze, eyeing the host suspiciously but halting in their tracks.

I rose leisurely, the spotlight now on me.

The room erupted, insults flying from all sides.

I walked onto the stage unfazed.

Grabbing the mic from the host, I shot Lucian a knowing smile. "I'm very grateful to the organizers for giving me the chance to present a special award to you both."

"Norah Vasquez, what are you doing? Get off the stage!"

Lucian’s demeanor shifted drastically, his voice shaky and flustered.

Ignoring him, I connected my phone to the giant screen.

"Today's special award is called the Phoenix Award, and the winners are Mr. Lucian Webb and Goldie."

"Before presenting, let’s watch a short video clip."

I played a video of Lucian and me on a recent trip.

Throughout the footage, it was clear to anyone watching that Lucian was the one making advances.

The video was shot just last weekend, a mere three days ago.

Lucian was furious.

The audience was equally stunned.

"Norah Vasquez, enough!"

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