Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

Chapter 3

Word Count: 739 | Released on: 07/05/2026

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and walked to the front of the luxury car. She shoved h

ling white steam explo

back. The scalding mist washed over h

arms crossed over his chest.

ds into the burning maze of V12 engine wiring. Her fingers move

ter, she pulle

said coldly. "It locked

dn't even hook up an OBD scanner! You expect me to bel

hed into her toolbox and pulled out a massive,

nged forward. "Are you out

k. The heavy hammer sliced through the air, missi

ng, she brought

te deep inside the engine bay. The plate shattered, exposi

the burnt wires,

needed hours and a million dollars in diagnostic equipme

ainst the concrete. She grabbed a pair of w

copper together, bypassing the burnt circuits. Sparks flew,

ce of electrical tape with her teeth

erked her chin toward the

ed the door, slid in, and

over instantly, settling i

eyes wide. He checked the dashboard. No w

on the bench. She walked straight up to Graham and h

e the

then up to her face. The co

ther stack of bills. Instead of dropping them into

felt the thick, hard calluses at the base of her fin

her hand back.

r hands,"

but his eyes were entirely serious. "Skill

her pocket. "None of your bu

enuine respect. "Seriously, what's your name? If

waved a dismissive hand over her s

bach and rolled down the tinted window,

am pulled a heavily encrypted satellite pho

"Pull the background on the owner of the Pine

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“Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest.”