Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

My fiancé' s mistress hacked off my hair in the middle of Van Cleef & Arpels while he laughed on the phone.

He told her to "teach the stalker a lesson," having no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually the billionaire heiress he was arranged to marry.

Ten minutes later, my brother' s private army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I picked up the scissors to return the favor.

I had spent a year doing humanitarian work in war zones, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and a worn hoodie to collect my custom engagement tiara.

Glennie Kramer, a supermodel and Ashton' s "true love," sneered at my appearance and claimed the diamonds for herself.

When I tried to stop her, she grabbed gift-wrapping scissors and violently severed my waist-length hair while the staff watched in terror.

Desperate, I called Ashton, but he mocked me as a "pauper" and authorized security to hold me down while Glennie finished the job.

They smashed my phone, thinking I was helpless.

But the call hadn't disconnected before my brother, Ason Kane, heard everything.

The King of Wall Street arrived with a fleet of armored SUVs and a rage that froze the room.

Ashton collapsed when he realized he had just assaulted the sister of the most powerful man in New York.

I walked over to the trembling supermodel, the scissors cold in my hand.

"You said a nobody doesn't deserve beautiful hair," I whispered.

I didn't just ruin their looks; I sent them to the Black Cell and erased their existence from high society forever.