The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 8

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no connection to the silk wallpaper or the four-poster bed. A soft knock came a

utiques," Maria said, placing the clothes on the bed with a certa

Alison could tell by the fabric, but designed to be forg

making it clear she understood the pas

For now." She left, clo

ag on the floor and pulled out her real belonging

over its smooth, dark surface. It was a profes

a prize for winning an essay contest at her old school

e. It was a black, unbranded device with a m

en code. Her fingers flew across the screen as she connected to the house's Wi-Fi, bypassing the

was waiting for her. It was

ne. The asset is compro

asn't just a bizarre family drama. It was connected to he

ick reply, her

y of the beast. Maintain rad

her device, leaving no trace. She leaned back against the b

It wasn't just for sketching art

demeanor shifted. The lost, displaced girl from the Rust Belt vanishe

ng across the screen. She was mapping out the Pennington family's known associates, their corporate holdings, their dig

tartled her. It was a different knock

let's screen and called out

ney-blonde hair stood in the doorway. She was beautiful, dres

ar. "I'm Daphne. It's so, so crazy to finally m

er character assassinated. She saw the perfectly rehearsed smile, the calculating glint

e certainty, that the war

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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.”