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Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 7 The Patriarch's Wrath

Word Count: 560    |    Released on: 25/05/2026

but her voice remained

side. Alistair's palm print bloomed red across her cheek. The sou

ever ties with this family? If you refuse to know your place, you can crawl back to Remington and rot there! We don'

someone, hit me!" Her arms spread wide, shielding Chloe with

red in that place? Hitting her in front of me-you might as well strike me directly!" The cane blows never actu

people who swore they'd never let her suffer again. The absurdity was alm

Cassie screamed. Blood was trickling down Cassie's temp

one call Dr. Foster! Now!" His earlier fu

He couldn't finish. His gaze cut to Chloe, full of blame. "She's tough. She can take a hit. But you-you're pre

ravery. "I was afraid Father would get hurt. I didn't

of frantic concern. Chloe stood untouched, her face swelling grotesquely, utterly ignor

ever shown for Chloe's three years of torture. In every way that mattered, Cassie

t you in the gutter thirteen years ago. Bringing you home was a mistake-you've been a curse on this family since th

s battered, swollen cheek and swallowed whatever he'd been about to say.

ief weighing every syllable. "All of you.

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Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge
Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge
“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."”