The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 3

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ve expected: sterile, minimalist, and cold. White walls, stainless steel cabinets, a single abstract pai

e remained rooted in the hallway

er voice flat. The idea of being enclosed in that s

sed Sebastian's eyes. "Don't

s this I hear about an

a perpetually worried expression who was now bustling down the h

hen I saw Ms. Pennington running. Mr. Stone and his friends were in pursuit. I intervened and found this at the scene

looked at Alison with profound disappointme

weren't even pretending to conduct a

oing to Sarah Foster?" Alison'

avoiding her gaze. He adjusted his glasses. "His father is a major donor to the ne

s it. That was the moment som

the word dripping with ve

principal to the stone-faced doctor. "And you.

s take a step back. "You didn't see a girl being bullied. You didn't see four boys co

, but there was a new intensity in his ga

ay in the shadows of this school," she continued, taking a step closer to him. "The kind of violence that doesn't leave a mark fo

p and precise, aimed not at his

"Alison! Apologize to

y on the man in front of her. She reached

of pure instinct, the reaction of a man trained for s

nt, then threw them down on the tiled floor. They landed wi

Sebastian's. "A souvenir. To remind you

principal. "Fix your school. Or the next person Broc

r word, she turned and walked away down the lon

wake. Dr. Hayes was mutterin

ad stood, her words-bystander in a lab coat-reverberating i

e. For the first time since she had run into him, he saw her not as a case fil

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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.”