Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 681 | Released on: 18/04/2026

Clare by the collar of her shirt a

ut the golden flash in her eyes made his stomach churn with nausea. He needed

lare out th

raindrops immediately began to hit her face and arms. She pushed hers

. She held a steaming mug of coffee in bo

neered. She walked down the steps, h

looming over her. "Stay in

her knees. The physical discomfort

unity stood on their porches. They watched wi

e the fear he felt in the basement. He picked u

o look at me like

ast life flashed behind her eyes again. She remember

Her fingernails dug de

. It matched the rhythm of the falling rain. As her a

fee mug right out of Kayleigh's hands. The ceramic shattere

ised the wooden branch high a

lared bright in her irises. She focused all

g crack sp

e them spun into a ti

down from the clouds. It struck the tip

flew from his grip in a

there, dazed and trembling, staring at the sky with wide, terrified eyes. His han

ambled backward, falling

Some crossed themselves. They backed away int

oked at Enoch's shaking form. Her breathing was perfectly steady. She felt

trembling finger at Clare.

rom her clothes. She took one slo

ard on her hands and fee

ice echoed in Clare's mind. Do

en light to fade from her eyes. She slumped her shoulders,

e in the mud, gasping. He

mble of large engines echoed down the mountain road. Black SUVs

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“I was only three and a half years old, living in a damp basement and beaten daily by Enoch Pruitt with a heavy leather whip. "Get up, you useless waste of space!" He always told me I was a stray he had picked out of the garbage. But during one brutal beating that nearly stopped my heart, time froze, and a glowing figure called The Chronicler appeared. "You are not an abandoned orphan, Clare. You carry the blood of the highest gods." He revealed that I was the stolen daughter of the ultra-wealthy Barrett family. Then, he showed me the horrific ending of my previous life. I had died right here on this bloody dirt floor. My real parents and three brothers went completely insane with grief, turning into ruthless monsters who destroyed themselves and the entire world to avenge me. Meanwhile, the Pruitt family kept torturing me, locking me in a woodshed and feeding me moldy bread. The memory of my bones breaking and my real mother's agonizing screams crushed my chest. Why did I have to suffer like an animal while my true family tore the world apart looking for me? This time, I refused to die in the mud. I accepted my divine blood, my eyes glowing gold as I summoned a bolt of purple lightning to strike my abuser. I just needed to survive the night. Because my real father's heavily armed convoy was already tearing up the mountain, ready to burn this hell to the ground.”