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Discarded Bride: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 741    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

sses. His eyes, a startling shade of gray, were fixe

nized him instantly. Her voice was a cho

old New York money and untouchable power. The Montg

he threshold, his expensive shoes crunching on the shards of t

asked Kelsey, his

p back, her guard inst

and falling under his tailored suit. "My

. The Hills stared, their faces a comical blend of shoc

by a greasy, sycophantic smile. "Mr. Montgomery! What a surprise! We were just..

's lawyers will be in contact with you regarding your 'family matters'.

but her face remained a s

a DNA report, a legal document binding her blood to that of the Montgomery patriarch. Her blood. The same blood the

let out a venomous hiss. "S

lacing a large hand over her mouth and hauling her unceremoniously to her feet. Ilda tried

n backpack from Kelsey's

of freedom for the first time. She walked o

ked at the curb, was a battered, rust-colored Ford pickup truck. The kind of t

t this. The family... well, we're a little more down-to-earth

e in their eyes. She wasn't being rescued by a powerful dynasty

ile. "I've had enough of fancy houses and fanc

without a moment's hesitation, her

eyes, before getting in and starting the engine.

e window, letting the cold New York air whip through her

s eyes on the road. "

past. "First, I survive. Then, I take b

he steering wheel. He would

her pocket. A text f

with your

not changing. The truck rumbled on, heading away from the manicured lawns

thought, had secrets of its own

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Discarded Bride: The True Heiress Returns
Discarded Bride: The True Heiress Returns
“For twenty years, I lived as the adopted daughter of the wealthy Hill family. But today, they forced me to sign a severance agreement and kicked me out so their precious biological daughter, Malia, could marry my fiancé. To ruin me completely, they framed me for stealing Malia's engagement bracelet, threatening me with prison. I calmly exposed the "sapphire" as cheap glass, then rolled up my sleeves to show the reporters my scarred, punctured arms. For two decades, I wasn't a daughter. I was Malia's living blood and bone marrow bank. They drained my health to keep her alive, even ordering doctors to ignore my failing organs just so she could attend a gala. "Take this million dollars and shut your mouth," my adoptive father sneered, throwing a check at my feet. My ex-fiancé looked at me with disgust, and Malia screamed that I was a crazy, vindictive liar. They had stolen my life and my health, yet they still looked down on me like I was garbage. I ripped the check into pieces and threw it in their faces. Just as they ordered the butler to drag me out, a group of men in black suits shattered the chaos. The heir of the untouchable Montgomery dynasty stepped through the door, ignoring the Hills' fawning, and handed me a DNA report. I wasn't a disposable blood bag. I was the long-lost true heiress of old New York money. And now, I was going to take back everything they stole from me.”