From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

Author: Yuan Xiluo

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 844 | Released on: 30/01/2026

Red laser sights cut through the darkness, scann

r mind, a sea of Fs that she had carefully curated over the semester. She tossed the ball in

drizzle. It was a deluge that soaked through her thin uniform shirt in seconds

t, a narrow alley lined with dumpsters and old equipment. The smell of wet aspha

sted her thick-rimmed glasses, which were fogging up from the humid

the mud near

ter running toward the drain. Ivy stepped closer, her sneakers squelching

is expensive suit was ruined, the fabric torn and stained. His f

at him. Her face

, they would ask questions. They would want statements. Her name wou

rned h

e step away

and clamped ar

It was a demand. Ivy looked down. The man's hand w

hter. His knuckles were white. Even half-d

of the rain. She crouched down. She press

her head. Thirty percent chance of survival if moved

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," she thought.

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e thought of the silence in t

morning. The school would be swarming with cops. They wo

gainst the roof of her m

wung her backpack around and unzipped a hidden compartment a

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was swimming, but he saw a girl. S

tate. She pressed it into the pressure point ne

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e was fl

t was a compound not sold in pharmacies. She sque

ng heat in his gut began to subside. His eyes focused on her face.

e pad from her kit and wrapped it tigh

alley. They were heavy. Purposeful. T

raylon up. He was heavy, de

The door was broken, hanging off one hinge. She pushed h

er hand again. Her skin smel

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From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

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“I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut. To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family. By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion. I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal. Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call. As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.”