The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6

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te on the steering wheel, his jaw set. He was a man eager to put the "unpleasantness" of Brenda's house behind him. Eleanor sat in the passenger seat, her posture perfect, occasional

her mouth. "The Ansley Preparatory Academy in New York," Richard clarified from the driver's seat, his voice clipped. "It's Daphne's school. We've already arranged for your enrollment. Your classes start Monday." The irony was a physical weight in her chest. She was escaping one Ansley only to be thrown into another, a more expensive version of the same cage, filled with the same kind of people. "You'll need to work very hard to catch up," Eleanor added, her voice crisp. "Daphne is at the top of her class. She's a gifted artist, you know. Her work has been shown in a SoHo gallery." The constant, glowing references to Daphne were like little daggers, meant to establish a benchmark she was already expected to fail. Alison had heard enough. She reached into her duffel bag, pulled out a pair of black, noise-canceling headphones, and slid them over her ears. She turned up the volume on a playlist of aggressive, thumping industrial music, the heavy bass a welcome shield against their words. Eleanor gasped softly, a small, offended sound. She

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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.”