Betrayed Heiress: A Storm Awakened Within

Chapter 2

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hould have had a glass of hangover soup waiting for him, as was our custom. B

ely flinched away. He sighed, assuming I

ooth. "I'll make it up to you. I'll buy y

ask, thinking of all the birthdays he'd

e a cage. "You've been working too hard on that new sc

but I let him guide me into bed, my express

ned out into a deep sleep, I

ents. I used to respect that. Now, I knew it was a vault for his secrets.

ingers trembled as I typed in the date

k click

. I started there. In a locked drawer, I found a small, l

s and candles. A perfect, happy family. In one photo, my parents were there, too. My mother was holding Leo, beaming, whi

p. The password was the same. His files were meticulously organize

first words. Scans of his birth certificate, listing

ing to my parents, Richard and Eleanor Donovan, to a shell corporation. The memo line on each one was

ry expensive gift, every hollow promise of family, was paid for with the same money they used

ie; it was a transaction. I was the price

hoto, every video, every bank statement. As the files transferre

for the last five years. Everything." I knew I had to confront th

A message from

noticed me lurking

the family photo I had just

t's beautiful. He said the landscape reminded him of the day we fi

I leaned against the desk, the flash drive clutched in my hand,

ned into something else.

to break. I was going to burn

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Betrayed Heiress: A Storm Awakened Within

Evvie Foreman Modern

“I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved. On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there. I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera. She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he'd used with me just that morning. I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he'd already promised the entire park to their son-whose birthday was the same day as mine. "She's so grateful to have a family, she'd believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad." My entire reality-my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband-was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family. "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you." The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.”