Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 6

Word Count: 710 | Released on: 18/04/2026

d, two men positioned fir

hoked out. "You can't

ly in his arms. He nodded once to the guard, who eased hi

gers. He pulled out a folded, crumpled piece

egal papers! I adopted her! She was a stray,

e stared at the dirty paper in En

e SUVs. He was the Barrett family's lead attorney. He

sses. He scanned the docume

e internet. The signature is forged, there is no notary stamp, and it

hief!" he screamed, pointing a bandaged finger at

ded frantically. "She's trouble!

evieve, and then walked toward Enoch with slow, deliberate steps. When he stop

small voic

one l

eve's arms. Her voice was quiet, but i

d at Silas. "He made me sleep in the woodshed. He

bruises on her collarbone. "He

more heartbreaking than any outburst. It was the voice of a

e tighter, her tear

when it came, was very quiet. "You

e report is filed immediately. I want every agency involv

in. A guard stepped forward

er down. Genevieve hesitated,

ok the fake adoption paper from his han

paper in half. Then she ripped it again, and

pieces of paper flutter

aid quietly. "This is just th

Gus. She looked at Clare and started to b

ned her g

hard, throwing his hands over his head. He pr

but the Pruitt family now understood: the little girl in the expensive coa

. Seize the land under the existing liens. I want

blet. His fingers flew acr

toward the warm, idling SUV. She di

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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.”