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Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 765    |    Released on: Today at 15:57

the gray clouds, casting long

glared at Clare, who was standing by the chopping block. He wanted to hit her, but his stomach twi

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

ngle slice of bread,

dly, but she didn't touch it. She kicked the plate

bitch," Tabitha mut

barn. Two other teenage boys followed him

and loaded it. He pulled the rubber ba

wa

. The skin broke instantly. A warm line of b

laughed

ed the axe. She turned and loc

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

le twisted violently. He lost his balance completel

first into the h

ed over, screaming in agony. Blood poured from

d and rushed forw

nd blood. He looked at Clare with pure, unhinged ra

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

isible weight direc

He dropped to his knees and clutched his head with both hands. His eyes rolled b

f me!" Gus screamed,

an out of the house. She saw her

she s

back. She lowered her head and mad

er eyes were wild. "Wh

, her hands reachin

avy body flew past her. Tabitha tripped over t

e. He held a loaded shotgun. He pumped the ac

he gun. Her heartbeat remained perfect

e remembered the smell of his own burning flesh. His finger rested

holding the sobbing Gus. "K

e couldn't do it. He backed int

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.”
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