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Chapter 51: The High-Society Backlash

作者: Ruthie B
last update 公開日: 2026-06-23 17:58:39

Sloane's POV

The formal announcement of my pregnancy didn't just solidify our corporate metrics; it drove the remaining old-money dynasties of the federal capital into a state of absolute, vicious desperation.

For ten years, the elite families of the districts had treated me like a transparent convenience, a quiet girl who printed their presentation folders and took their coats at charity galas.

Now, the realization that their entire financial lineage was permanently barred from the Hartley t
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