From Neglected Girl To Unstoppable Heiress

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s widened, her mouth agape, as if she couldn' t quite process the sounds reaching her ear

u' re mistaken. Carolina was fine. A few scratches, perhaps a bruise or

cious, talking. She' s just being dramatic, trying to get attention. Don' t you dare try to lie to

er voice now, sounded resigned. "Mrs. Fitzgerald, with all due respect, I was ther

truly injured!" She paused, catching herself. "You... you better be mistaken. You' re telling me

shocking, Mrs. Fitzgerald. If you wish to confirm, you can

rnful hum. She began to pace, her movements jerky and agitated. Her denial warred with a dawning, t

ched me. It was like watching a play unfold, a drama I was no longer a part of. For the first time, I felt truly free of her in

a distant tide. A vast, echoing emptiness opened up around me, pulling me in.

s a wrenching, brutal grip, pulling me through swirling darkness, through sensations that felt

ant clang of metal, the rhythmic beep of a machine. My spirit, disoriented and

oman named Claire Tillman. Heiress. Fashion empire. Cheating fiancé. Be

o familiar. But there was also a fierce spark, a flicker of defiance I hadn't possessed in my

lling possibility that gnawed at her carefully constructed reality. She tossed and turned, arguing with phanto

ncertainty, Hulda rose. She had to see