Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 4

Word Count: 674 | Released on: 18/04/2026

the gray clouds, casting long

wanted to punish her, but the memory of last night's storm - the purple lightning, his own hands sh

d, letting a tiny fraction of the golden energy flow into her arms. The heavy metal sudde

or. She carried a tin plate. She toss

single slice of sta

ach growled loudly, but she didn't

abitha muttered

barn. Two other teenage boys followed him

cket and loaded it. He pulled the r

mple. She flinched. A thin

laughed

ped the axe. She turned and lo

step back, suddenly feeling very cold. But hi

Gus yelled. He stomped forward,

ve her body. Sh

in front of Gus's boots. She im

er. His balance lurched. He pitched f

ing. He pushed himself up onto his

ds went v

embling with rage. He c

y into a tight, heavy ball inside her head. W

visible weight aga

or. He dropped to his knees and clutched his head. His vision blurred. He

it stop." He collapsed for

nd ran out of the house. She

she s

back. She lowered her head and mad

er eyes were wild. "Wh

hed at

heavy body flew past her. Tabitha tripped ov

there. He held a shotgun. He pumped the

beat remained perfectly steady

remembered how powerless he had felt. His finger hovered near the tri

n the mud. "Do s

rve had broken completely. He backed

m. She picked up the axe and

thmic thumping of helicopter rotors b

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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.”