The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

Chapter 6

Word Count: 673 | Released on: 14/05/2026

is apple. He turned around, whistling a cheer

he window. His jaw was tight. Guilt an

d. She stared straight up a

vibrated in the b

grew. It clawed its way up her throat an

er arm banged against the bedrail. Huge, hot tears spill

eyes widened. The sheer madness

uit pocket. The loud vibration cut throu

creen, let out a breath of relief, and prac

clicked shut, Charle

fade. It j

res settled into a mask of pure, terrifying, c

icked. The door op

ed into the room. She was carrying a sm

the fabric. She moved quickly. Her hands shook slightly a

g as she pressed the warm rim of the cup to Charlene's pale lips. "It's my

and. She grabbed Dotty's rough, call

oat. It coated her stomach, and within secon

ould crawl out of this hell. She would

th. She quickly hid the empty thermos back u

small surge of

eft hand and threw off the

de of the bed. Her bare feet t

in a sling across her chest. She grabb

ed her feet across the floor. Every s

led the handle down and crack

sy hospital corridor. Doct

crowd aimlessly. Th

a little boy. He looked about four or five years old. He w

el her staring. He s

e slapped her left

lammed agai

a beat. It wasn't because he was a perfect physical clone, but because looking into those deep, dark eyes felt like staring into a

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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.”