Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 8 The Second-Hand Antiseptic

Word Count: 583 | Released on: 25/05/2026

applied ointment to Chloe's face. "Don't hold your father's temper against him. Grandmother won't let any

r truth pressing against

oe help her to bed and dismissed her with promises to talk tomorrow.

oice, dripping with manufactured concern. "Chloe? Are you asleep?

ss Chloe's face. She sign

ity, and fumbled a tube from her pocket. "I brought you a prescription-grade scar repair gel. It was formulated by a leading dermatologist-he's retired now, very di

maternal tenderness. "Chloe, I failed you. I couldn't protect yo

now on." The words tumbled out in a rush, as

's hand. Chloe opened it. The

be was barely

ssie's minor cut from earlier had undoubtedly been treated with the lion's share. Chloe could picture it: Griselda carefully applying the precious ointment

n years ago. But Chloe simply closed the tube, face expressionless, and sa

rose, her movements uncertain. She paused at the door

made no move to see her out. The

g her to this place, and that thread was fraying fast. Chloe had read Eleanor's medical files-she knew the matriarch had months, not years. Once Eleanor was gone, there would be nothing left worth salvaging. She would burn the bridge and scatter

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Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

Yixi Yuhuan Modern

“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."”