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Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 6 A Serpent's Tears

Word Count: 638    |    Released on: 25/05/2026

ere did they come from?" Her face had gone pale, the

urse." At their horrified expressions, her smile sharpened. "I was there for punishment, not a vacation. Beatin

d like bombshells. Three years. Three years of systematic beatings. How had she

s! That institution is under your fiancé's oversight. Who would have the audacity?"

one gave the orders." She did not look at anyon

t took it? You never fought back? Pathetic." The word l

vival. Resistance meant worse." She met his eyes. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted? I'm obedient now

using him of anything, yet guilt crawled under his skin regardless. He softened, prepared

ever have suffered. I don't even belong in this family. I should move to the apartment in the city..." She wept as if she were the victim, tears s

istress! She shouldn't have come-I knew the stress would be too much." He shot

ult. Your wound

utsider at the center of the storm. No. Not an outsider. The villain. Every tear, every worried furrow, every pang of guilt-all

red family, paused on Chloe with something that might have been distaste, then shifted to Eleanor. "Mother." The s

a seat. "Sit." Her vo

's voice cut through with quiet, deliberate precision: "Mr. Beau

me?" Fury coiled beneath the calm, his brows drawing together with barely restrained rage. His hands, restin

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“I survived three years in a hellish military facility, enduring shrapnel wounds and nerve damage just to finally return home to my wealthy family. But the moment I stepped out into the sun, my ex-fiancé looked at my scarred body with pure disgust, coldly asking if I had "learned my lesson" for stressing out my fragile sister, Cassie. At the family estate, my mother had already given my bedroom to Cassie. My brother shielded her from me like I was a wild animal, and my father publicly called me an ungrateful wretch just because Cassie accidentally splashed a drop of coffee on her own hand. They ignored my life-threatening, jagged scars, casually offering me Cassie's leftover burn cream for my "old marks." I couldn't understand how three years of my blood and agony meant absolutely nothing to the people who were supposed to love me. They had willingly sent me to hell just to keep their precious, manipulative darling happy, systematically erasing my existence from their lives. When they shamelessly handed me the annulment papers and demanded I graciously bless Conrad and Cassie's new engagement to protect the Beaumont family brand, the last flicker of my affection turned to ash. I calmly agreed to step aside, but as my mother smiled in triumph, I looked at them with ice in my eyes. "You want me to be the sacrificial lamb for your perfect little family? Fine. But it will cost you."”