The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 2

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ce, down to the gleaming shears on the ground between them, and then back up. The air crackled, thick with unspoken questi

ce making her muscles twitch. But his hold was like iron. A flicker of ra

ing?" she spit out, her voice low and

rrived, skidding to a halt. Brock, ever the actor, wa

ointing a trembling, accusatory finger at Alison. "Sh

, a low chorus of false witness that solidified the li

icked into a simple, damning narrative: a disheveled girl, a weapon on the ground, an aggrieved star athlete. He released

nd carried an unnerving weight of authority that in

seriously asking me that? Look at him." She jerked her chin towards B

ith mock innocence. "We were just talking. This psych

wasn't looking at Brock. He wasn't looking for Sarah. He was only looki

He knew who she was. He had already pulled up her file in his mind-the girl from the wrong side of t

ion," Alison retorted, her chin lifting in defianc

astian's tone was laced with an icy disapprov

her eyes daring him to challenge he

dacity. Challenging Brock was one thing

nviction, but as confirmation of a volatile, uncontrollable personality. "My office. Now," he commande

the shears with two fingers, holding them away fr

He hadn't even tried to listen. He had sided with the privileged at

re with you," she sai

onto hers. The storm in them intensified. "Principal Hayes will

ed, hung in the air. Alison glanced at Brock, who was smirking, a triumphant, ugly

e, was a losing battle. The optics were a disaster. She

defiance. She didn't wait for him to lead her. She stalked towards the administration b

s expression unreadable. Then, holding th

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The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Snootie Young Adult

“For seventeen years, I lived in a cramped house, thinking I was just an unwanted foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks. That was until a wealthy couple in a black Lincoln showed up. I found out I was actually the real daughter of the elite Pennington family, switched at birth. But my biological parents didn't come out of love. My foster mother happily sold me to them for a $100,000 check. When I was brought to their Upper East Side mansion, I quickly realized my birth parents loved the fake daughter, Daphne, far more than me. They looked at my cheap clothes with cold disappointment, while Daphne played the sweet, welcoming sister. "I'll help you! It can be tough for new people, especially if they're... different." She said it with a bright smile, but under the mahogany dining table, she was secretly giving me the middle finger. I had already overheard her on the phone, conspiring with my foster mother to frame me as a violent delinquent so my parents would kick me out. I was treated like a stray dog, an embarrassing stain on their perfect family portrait. They all thought I was just a poor, helpless girl from the Rust Belt who they could easily manipulate and discard. But as I sat alone in my dark room, I pulled out my unbranded, encrypted phone and bypassed their elite security network in ten seconds. They thought they brought home a victim, but they actually invited in their worst nightmare. This war had just begun.”