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Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 749    |    Released on: Today at 15:57

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

tion and pure jealousy

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

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

forward, raising a hand. "M

the man off. He watched his w

ed right in fro

r mouth to speak again, Genev

ac

ow snapped Kayleigh's head to the side. She spun in a half-circle and stumbled, bar

d, touching he

e. She backhanded Kaylei

p split open, and a drop o

, tangled hair. She yanked her head back, for

is my daughter. She is the heir to an empire you cannot even comprehend. If you

mpletely gone, replaced by raw, tremblin

disgust. She wiped her hands on her expensive sla

eam and lunged forward, picking up a heavy rock from

his sidearm. A sharp, supp

e collapsed into the mud, clutching her r

stol. He had shot her perfectly in the knee

from the nearby trees. It shattered the last ounce of resi

ef ordered into his radio. "Tie the men

ch and the other men toward the heavy

, the one she had used to slap Kayleigh. He lift

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 loud noise sc

pression was completely calm

r up into his arms again. H

Silas said ove

rmored SUV, the guards began pouring gasoline

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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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