Jilted Heiress: Her Billion-Dollar Payback

My fiancé, Drew, had a crippling germ phobia. Our wedding was a merger in disguise-a deal where my fortune would save his family's failing company.

But at the altar, in front of the world, he left me for his intern. He declared he was choosing "love over money," painting me as the cold-hearted villain who tried to buy a husband.

He wasn't done. He staged a suicide attempt from my office building, live-streaming to the world how my "cruelty" had pushed him to the edge.

Then, he and his new love came to my office with their final demand: twenty percent of my company and my late mother's priceless necklace.

"Cassidy is quite fond of it," he sneered.

The next day, during the emergency board meeting called to fire me, he called, gloating.

"It's checkmate, Jaeda. Just accept that you've lost."

I put him on speakerphone for the entire board to hear. "Actually, Drew," I said, as federal agents walked into the room, "I own the entire board."