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Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 831    |    Released on: Today at 15:57

essed into the wet dirt. A heavy combat boo

spitting mud from his mouth. "

in his arms. He nodded once to the guard. The guard eased

daged fingers. He pulled out a folded, crumpled p

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

in Enoch's hand. Her entire body shook with rage. She looke

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

sses. He scanned the docume

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

ing a bandaged finger at Clare. "She's ungrateful! I fed her! You owe me!

ground, nodded frantically. "She's a spoiled

low step toward Enoch. His hands curled into

small voic

one f

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

ilas. "He made me sleep in the woodshed. He beat me with

burned hands. "He tried to hit me. The

Enoch roared, struggling

wn the collar of her ruined sh

anvas of overlapping scars. There were thick, raised welts from the

th her hand, her eyes wide with horror. A

ars. The last thread o

shirt, hauling him halfway off the ground. Silas pulled h

nose shattered. Blood sprayed across th

emale guard stepped on the back of

er down. Genevieve hesitated,

fake adoption paper from his hand. She walke

paper in half. Then she ripped it again, and

per fluttered down like dirty snow, l

hispered to him. "This is jus

ack and forth. She looked at Clare and started

ned her g

s over his head, terrified she was going to crush his mind

The Barrett family's money and guns were terri

account, seize the land, call in every favor. I want

rs flew across the screen. "Done, sir. Th

toward the warm, idling SUV. She di

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Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress
Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress
“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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