Discarded Bride: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 4

Word Count: 729 | Released on: 07/05/2026

s, shouting-was a world away from the suffocating quiet of the Hill mansion. Kelsey was staring out the window, replaying the ano

tires screamed in protest, stopping inc

ist on the steering wheel. He was about to ge

rear window of the

was the faint smear of blood at the corner of his mouth and the unhealthy, almost translucent quality of his s

and stomped back to their truck. "Are you blind? You nearly scr

nger, and the two men began a loud, poi

an in the car. She pushed her door open and walked cal

her. His eyes were cold, assessing, a

shallow," Kelsey said, her voice clear and steady over the traffic noise. "You hav

yes widened almost imperceptibly, and his han

did you say, you little freak?" He rea

ed forward, his own momentum carried him past her. She simply stuck out her

n Brant's eyes. A man in the passenger seat, his assistant Alex Shaw, quickly got out. "

Check what you consume," she said with a cold

green. Horns bl

im away from the driver, who was now scram

watched their retreating, rust-col

command. "Find out everything t

. "Sir, her name is Kelsey Odom. She was just publicly disowned by the Hill f

ross Brant Preston's face. Montgo

shaken. "How did you know all that

en you're a human blood bag for twenty years, you pick thi

k convinced, but

own, pre-war apartment building. It was the kind

me of the power

a smirk. The tests, it seemed, were not over y

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“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.”