The CEO Fired His Secret Heiress

I was the secret weapon who built my CEO's company from the ground up. But the moment he hired his new intern girlfriend, my life became a living hell. She publicly humiliated me, calling me a corporate whore.

She sabotaged our biggest deal by projecting deepfaked porn of me onto the screen during the signing. Then, she smashed an award over my head, leaving me bleeding on the office floor.

And the man I'd dedicated five years of my life to? He looked at my bleeding wound, then at his crying girlfriend, and believed her when she claimed I attacked her.

"You're fired," he spat.

He thought he was firing a disgraced employee. He had no idea he was firing Allie Valenzuela, the sole heiress to the very corporation that had just saved his company.

My next call wasn't to a lawyer. It was to my father.

Chapter 1

Allie Valenzuela POV:

The moment Benjamin Blanchard, the man whose company I built from nothing, fired me in front of the entire tech industry, wasn't the moment my heart broke. It had already been shattered into a million pieces, one for every time he chose her over me. But that story doesn't start with the end. It starts five years ago, with hope, and it dies here, in this office, with a lie.

The final line of code flickered on my screen, a glowing green beacon in the pre-dawn darkness of the Innovatech office. I hit 'Enter' and held my breath. The system hummed, whirred, and then... stabilized. The catastrophic data breach that had threatened to sink our biggest client, and us along with them, was contained. A wave of relief, so potent it made my head spin, washed over me.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather groaning in protest. My eyes burned from staring at the monitor for thirty-six hours straight. A dull ache throbbed at the base of my skull, a familiar companion on nights like these. This was the fifth time in five years I had single-handedly pulled Innovatech back from the brink of bankruptcy. I was Allie Valenzuela, Stanford MBA, Chief of Staff to the CEO, and the company's best-kept secret weapon.

Just as I was about to close my laptop and attempt to feel human again, the door to Benjamin' s office swung open. But it wasn' t Benjamin.

A young woman, barely out of her teens, stood in the doorway. She was wearing a pink baby-doll dress that looked more suited for a sorority party than a tech startup, and her eyes, wide and blue, scanned my disheveled appearance with a look of thinly veiled disgust.

This was Kasey Ballard. The new intern. Benjamin' s new girlfriend.

She wrinkled her nose, her gaze lingering on the empty coffee cups and takeout containers littering my desk. "Wow. It looks like a hurricane hit in here."

I forced a tight, professional smile. "Just weathering a storm, Kasey. Everything' s secure now."

"Right," she said, the word dripping with skepticism. She sauntered into the room, her high heels clicking sharply on the concrete floor. She ran a perfectly manicured finger over the surface of Benjamin' s polished oak desk, then looked back at me. "Ben says you' re his indispensable right hand. His everything."

The way she said 'everything' was laced with something sharp and unpleasant. It wasn't a compliment; it was an accusation.

"We' ve worked together for a long time," I said, keeping my voice even.

"I bet," she purred, her eyes flicking down to my simple, tailored black dress, then back up to my face. "It' s amazing what a woman can achieve when she' s... dedicated. You must have worked really, really hard to get so close to the CEO."

The insinuation was as subtle as a punch to the gut. She wasn't just questioning my work ethic; she was questioning my integrity. She was painting me as a corporate climber, the kind of woman who uses her body to get ahead.

"They call women like you 'corporate climbers,' right?" she continued, her voice light and conversational, as if she were discussing the weather. "The kind who sleeps her way to the top."

The air left my lungs. The words hung in the space between us, ugly and venomous. For five years, my life had been Innovatech. I' d poured my blood, sweat, and a mind honed by one of the best business schools in the world into this company. I' d sacrificed sleep, relationships, and a life of unimaginable luxury all to prove I could make it on my own, without the Valenzuela name.

My mind raced, cataloging my achievements. The Series A funding I secured when we were hemorrhaging cash. The billion-dollar partnership with OmniCorp that I negotiated from a hospital bed while recovering from pneumonia. The three patents I co-authored that now formed the core of Innovatech' s intellectual property. My market value wasn't just high; it was stratospheric. Headhunters from Google and Apple left me voicemails on a weekly basis, offering packages that would make Benjamin's salary look like a rounding error.

And this... this child, whose only contribution to the company was warming the CEO' s bed, was calling me a whore.

The shock was so profound it felt like a physical blow. I, Allie Valenzuela, who prided herself on her intellect and her unwavering professional ethics, was being accused of the oldest, most misogynistic trope in the book.

My first instinct was to lash out, to verbally eviscerate her with the cold, hard facts of my career. But I clamped down on the anger. I was a professional. I would not be dragged down to her level. I kept my expression a careful, blank mask, my spine rigid.

But inside, something shifted. A decision, cold and clear, began to form in the wreckage of my shock and disgust. This game she was playing, this toxic, demeaning charade-I wouldn't be a pawn in it.

I discreetly picked up my phone from the desk. My thumb hovered over a contact saved simply as 'Dad' . I hadn't called him for anything work-related in five years. It was a point of pride.

I pressed the call button.

He answered on the second ring, his voice warm and familiar. "Allie-cat. It' s early. Is everything alright?"

I took a steadying breath, my voice low and firm, barely a whisper. "Dad. It' s me."

"I know it' s you. What' s wrong?"

"The experiment is over," I said, the words tasting like freedom and failure all at once. My eyes met Kasey' s smug, triumphant gaze across the room. "I want to come home."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Not of surprise, but of understanding. Of waiting.

"But not yet," I added, my voice hardening. "I have one last project to see through to the end. The Valenzuela-Innovatech partnership. I will personally oversee the final signing."

"And after that?" my father' s voice was calm, but I could hear the underlying steel.

A cold smile touched my lips, one that didn' t reach my eyes. "After that, Allie Valenzuela, the Chief of Staff, disappears. And the COO of Valenzuela Holdings comes back to work."

My decision wasn't just about Kasey's vile accusations. It was about Benjamin's silence. His complicity. The man I had once respected, the partner I had trusted, was letting this happen.

"It' s time to clean house, Dad," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.

My gaze locked with Kasey's once more. She smirked, thinking she had won. She had no idea she had just declared war on an empire.

And I never lose.

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