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Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 799    |    Released on: Today at 11:48

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ried blood smeared across the back of her small

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parents. She kept her eyes

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mouth. Her face turned the color of ash. The shame of hearing the word "trash

mplex mix of guilt and intense

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ropped from her lips like heavy stones. "She only

had to grab the wooden banister of the staircase to keep from fal

ed her eyes shut and forced out a loud w

his head. He shot Halli

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the room carried every syllable. "But the law

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cking Alton's path. He did not look at his

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his knuckles turned white. The shock in his

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Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns
Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns
“I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters. When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love. Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess. The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open. "Get out of my house!" My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me. But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate. As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle. "I want him to be my new guardian."”