The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 7

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treet in the Upper East Side. A uniformed doorman from a neighboring building gave a respectful nod. Alison stared at

antly transforming, becoming warm and affectionate. "We're here. We'll pick you

armth, that love-it was a langua

gle duffel bag. "Welcome home, Alison," he said. The w

sp, gray uniform. She was a woman in her late fifties wit

e carrying a faint Eastern European accent. Her eyes then landed on Alison, and h

dy checking her watch. "She'll be staying with us. P

t lost on Alison. She was no

" Eleanor continued, turning to leave wit

"home," Alison was left standing in the grand marble foyer with a hostile housekeepe

," Maria said,

e walls were adorned with expensive, abstract art

ngton's study," Maria explained, her voice implying

the hallway. Alison glanced inside and saw a stunning, professional-grade art studio. Canvases of all sizes were

roprietary pride in her voice. "She's a very talented a

er inherent superiority before they had even met. Alison's eyes lingered on

t less plush. Maria opened a door to a beautifully furnished room, but it lac

's single, worn duffel bag with open dis

own laundry," Ali

a thin line. "Dinner is at seven-thirty sharp. Mrs.

g the door with a

n was

sian rug. She walked to the large window, which overlooked a perfectly m

ht into a pristine cage, and everyone-from her new paren

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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.”