My Stolen Life: The Billionaire\'s Revenge

My Stolen Life: The Billionaire\'s Revenge

Gavin

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The black SUV pulled up to my childhood D.C. estate after ten years away. I stepped out, expecting a quiet, perhaps strained, family dinner. Instead, a lavish party was in full swing, music and laughter spilling from the open doors. Then I saw her: my cousin, Chloe, wearing my dress, laughing with Julian Vance-my fiancé from a decade ago. My research. My fellowship. She was claiming it all as her own, right in front of me. Just as confusion ripped through me, my mother, Eleanor, appeared, her face hardening into an icy mask. "Ava," she said, her voice a chilling whisper. "What are you doing here?" Before I could demand an explanation, she cut me off, announcing Chloe' s engagement and achievements as if I didn't exist. When I protested, claiming my stolen life, my own mother publicly declared me "unwell" and "confused," a danger under medical care. My father, David, stood silent, then sided with her, allowing security to drag me away and lock me in a secluded wing of my own home. Betrayal ripped through me, a suffocating blanket of disbelief. How could my family do this? Erase me, steal my entire existence, and frame me as insane? But then, my father returned, a tray with sedatives in hand, and a flicker in his eyes-a silent warning, a hidden promise. This wasn't abandonment. This was a staged escape. I took the pills, publicly "dying" as Ava, knowing I was about to be reborn.

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The black SUV pulled up to my childhood D.C. estate after ten years away.

I stepped out, expecting a quiet, perhaps strained, family dinner.

Instead, a lavish party was in full swing, music and laughter spilling from the open doors.

Then I saw her: my cousin, Chloe, wearing my dress, laughing with Julian Vance-my fiancé from a decade ago.

My research. My fellowship. She was claiming it all as her own, right in front of me.

Just as confusion ripped through me, my mother, Eleanor, appeared, her face hardening into an icy mask.

"Ava," she said, her voice a chilling whisper. "What are you doing here?"

Before I could demand an explanation, she cut me off, announcing Chloe' s engagement and achievements as if I didn't exist.

When I protested, claiming my stolen life, my own mother publicly declared me "unwell" and "confused," a danger under medical care.

My father, David, stood silent, then sided with her, allowing security to drag me away and lock me in a secluded wing of my own home.

Betrayal ripped through me, a suffocating blanket of disbelief.

How could my family do this? Erase me, steal my entire existence, and frame me as insane?

But then, my father returned, a tray with sedatives in hand, and a flicker in his eyes-a silent warning, a hidden promise.

This wasn't abandonment. This was a staged escape.

I took the pills, publicly "dying" as Ava, knowing I was about to be reborn.

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