Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 7

Word Count: 571 | Released on: 18/04/2026

re soaked, and her face was smeared with dirt. She look

ation and jealousy bo

as shrill and desperate. "She's cursed! She'll drag your whole fancy family s

eached the door of t

ly turne

ace stood a mother whose child had just been threaten

eigh. Her high heels sank into the mud with every step, but s

epped forward, raising

ng him know he should hold p

ed right in fro

child suffer and done nothing, had participated in that suffe

ou cannot begin to comprehend. And you" - she let the silence stretch - "will spend the rest

as completely gone, replaced by tremb

g moment. Then she turned away, as if Ka

the SUV, her steps

y loudly. The guards kept the family contained as the Ba

d into his radio. "Hold the Pruitts until the cou

k her hand and lifted it to his lips,

ight sensation in her chest. It wasn't pain. It was th

t alone. Now, she saw what absolute,

he walked through the mud and slip

's hand tightly, holding on as if she was

Clare's eyes. "Did the noise scare

pression was completely calm

r up into his arms again. H

ilas said. "Let's ta

voy prepared to depart. The Pruitt compound, with it

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Shangyou Fusu Fantasy

“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.”