Inheritance of Lies: The Daughter's Revenge

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My fiancé, Jake, stood impatiently by the Greyhound bus, his hand on my back, promising a new life away from our dying West Virginia town. But this wasn't our first trip. In another life, just moments after boarding this very bus, his hands closed around my throat. I remembered the cold fury in his eyes and the hiss of another woman's name: Brittany. That life ended with my world going dark. My hero father' s legacy, his survivor benefits, and even his house, systematically stolen by Jake' s family, the Millers. They' d taken me in after Grandma died, only to exploit every cent, while Brittany, the town's "it girl," brazenly used my father's name for her own gain, all with Sheriff Miller's complicit blessing. How could I have been so naive? So blind to Jake's possessive obsession with Brittany? To the quiet exploitation that turned my father's honorable memory into a tool for their greedy schemes? The realization burned, a colder wrath than death itself. Now, I' m back. The naive Ava is dead, burned away by the memory of my own murder. This time, I won't just board the bus; I'll wait. I' ll make them wait. Because this second chance isn't about escaping-it's about justice. For my father, for my stolen life. And I know Jake remembers too. He' s already planning.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Kickass Heroine Second chance

Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 14:13

Introduction

My fiancé, Jake, stood impatiently by the Greyhound bus, his hand on my back, promising a new life away from our dying West Virginia town.

But this wasn't our first trip. In another life, just moments after boarding this very bus, his hands closed around my throat. I remembered the cold fury in his eyes and the hiss of another woman's name: Brittany.

That life ended with my world going dark. My hero father' s legacy, his survivor benefits, and even his house, systematically stolen by Jake' s family, the Millers. They' d taken me in after Grandma died, only to exploit every cent, while Brittany, the town's "it girl," brazenly used my father's name for her own gain, all with Sheriff Miller's complicit blessing.

How could I have been so naive? So blind to Jake's possessive obsession with Brittany? To the quiet exploitation that turned my father's honorable memory into a tool for their greedy schemes? The realization burned, a colder wrath than death itself.

Now, I' m back. The naive Ava is dead, burned away by the memory of my own murder. This time, I won't just board the bus; I'll wait. I' ll make them wait. Because this second chance isn't about escaping-it's about justice. For my father, for my stolen life. And I know Jake remembers too. He' s already planning.