The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

Chapter 5

Word Count: 639 | Released on: 14/05/2026

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ough half-open eyes. His

ce was soft, dripping with fake worry. "I

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. He was playing the role of the exhaus

up a sleek, insulated ther

d a thick, steaming grayish nutritio

ll of boiled oats and artificia

hit Charle

ch violen

, smiling sweetly, handing her a bowl of soup. The soup laced with shrimp puree. The severe allergi

scooped up the thick paste and pushed

was gone from his voice. It was a ha

gether. She clamped her jaw

narrowed. His pa

down hard on her jawline. He squeezed, pressing his thu

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isting in disgust. He slammed the

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was holding a red apple, casuall

on the floor and let ou

th a lunatic, Columbus?" Antwan snee

yes were murderous. "Shut y

walked right up to the

so close to hers she could smell t

s. "You think you still have a say in anything? With that shiny new medical record of yours, you can't even pr

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d her head and l

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est. It wasn't about the scandal. It wasn't ab

d for her family snapped. Absolute, su

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The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

Marnie Nomura Romance

“Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela-the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.”