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Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 762    |    Released on: Today at 11:48

ead and dragged her gaze over to Alton. She looked at him fr

est. His sanity snapped. He felt like

ay. His heavy body lunged forward li

roared. Spit flew from his lips. "

Glenwood

too slow. His cane hit th

lton shot him a look so murderous that Lelan

e did not blink. Her brain rapidly calculated the distance between Alton's

nto the air. The force of his swing tore through the

nd squeezed her eyes shut. Hallie's

o inches from C

AS

e were thrown open with a deafening ba

nto the foyer, bringing a gust of humid s

in three long strides. A large hand, wrapped around the wrist by

own hard on Alton'

ead. The sudden halt jerked Alton's shoulder fo

rdelia's bangs across her forehead. She sl

irt. His silk tie hung loosely around his neck

The youngest son who spent his life in clubs. And the only person

ed his playboy eyes, but the look he g

d. Alton stumbled on the marble, his arms flailing as

ing with sarcasm. "Wow. The great heir to the Fitzpatrick emp

and his face twisted with pure hatred. "Back off, Byron

front of Cordelia. His tall, muscular frame acted like a

to his ear, pretending to clean it. "All I

forehead throbbed. "You do nothing but dr

t, and popped it into his mouth. He crunched down on the hard candy. The

his shirt. She smelled the heavy mix of expensive cologne and

o the streets, it was this exact man who had

ience evaporated. He lifted his cane a

ack silenced the

is chest heaving with exertion. "Have

ry pair of eyes snapped back to the o

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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."”