Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 6

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ard stood for a moment, his chest heaving, before turning on his h

was suddenly

a few feet away, her body rigid. The hatred in he

rd Nora, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You w

flinching. "I simply pre

s just a child. She doesn't know how cruel people can be. Y

ime, twisting the narrative so that Olivi

rose, cracking with emotion. "She is my daughter! Who are you? You s

r biological mother. A woman who should have been her pro

detachment. She recognized this kind of i

d softly. "I u

wn off by Nora's calm

y theatrical quality, a cadence that felt centuries old. "How ex

ed. "What are yo

w and precise. "A daughter who wears the right clothes, attends the right schoo

's face t

he flaw. The original item that doesn't match the decor. My very exi

ine's face. Nora had found th

ice dropping to a whisper. "You defend her because she is t

thick with sarcasm. It was a slap in t

, but no words came out. Her defenses had been st

gave a slight nod, as if dismissing a

posture impeccable. Every step was a

et out a choked gasp. N

the landing an

Her face was ashen, her breathing shallow. A maid

n't dying, then turned and walked to her room. Sh

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Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

Annabell Seto Romance

“Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."”