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Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1159    |    Released on: 20/07/2026

r, red and blue lights splashing against the alley walls in f

le image: the last silver needle sliding into its cloth roll. The safe box clutched

ace him. "Please... wait," he called, his v

ys, her silhouette etched against the dista

tion." Theodore's voice cracked with desperation.

back, distant and cool as a w

ey. A heart restarted with seven silv

lications meant vulnerability. She had spent one lifetime tangled

resolute back as she melted into the shadows - this girl who was more than skil

niforms and equipment. In the ensuing scrambl

arched the empty alley for h

s subordinate had rarely heard. "Use every resource. Find her. I want to

red in his eyes. This was no longer ro

ng the city lights smear past. Her muscles ached from a chase her body had no right to survive. Her shoulder throbbed wher

light, a clerk who didn't look up from his magazine. She paid in cash and cl

der the spray until the grime of the Sears house, the dust of the ma

l didn't recognize. Soft cheekbones. A mouth that hadn't yet learned to sneer. But the eyes. The eyes staring

the reflection, I

of missed calls. A flood of texts from the Sears family - threats and insults

, Warren, Ariana, the house landline - and switched the phone off.

illa, the air was c

oice had worn itself hoarse hours ago, reduced to a venomous rasp. "That ungrateful little bitch. She a

ment of sisterly concern. "Mom, don't be so angry. Maybe June is just confused. I'm sure

ther armchair, a whiskey glass sweating rings onto the side table. "She'd better get her ass back here, and soon," he growled.

fety. Only her utility. Only the warm,

ird time - blocked. The realization hit her like a slap. Her face purpled. She

The nerve - the

ticed frown. The more June rebelled, the more perfect and obedient she appeared by co

a?" Ariana suggested, her voice syrup-sweet. "Some

rning, I'm calling the police. I'll tell them she stole from us

nt that a penniless, friendless, seventeen-year-old girl with nowhere to

ited al

door nev

atisfied, she lay down on the lumpy mattress - springs digging into her back, the pillow th

, dreamless sleep. The fi

the grimy curtains. June opened her eyes. Her

y was only the beginning. She had walked out of their prison. Now she had cap

ght was abo

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Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent
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“I woke up in a body that wasn't mine. One life I was Aurora-a legendary operative who died in a hail of shrapnel. The other life belonged to June Chaney, a seventeen-year-old girl drained dry by her adoptive family for nine years, used as a walking blood bag for their precious biological daughter. Now I'm her. And I remember everything. The first thing I did? I looked my so-called mother in the eye, told her exactly what she'd been doing to me, and walked out the door without looking back. They thought I was weak. They thought I'd crawl back. They have no idea who they just set free. Because the girl they abused is gone. In her place is someone who can spot a million-dollar artifact in a pile of junk, haggle with underground dealers, and take down two armed men in an alley without breaking a sweat. Someone who can perform emergency surgery with seven silver needles and hack a cyberbully's entire social media existence in under five minutes. I have two lifetimes of knowledge burning in my skull. I have five million dollars in my account. And I have a list of people who need to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong girl. My adoptive family thinks they can drag me back. My real family is searching for me after eighteen years. And somewhere out there, a powerful man is watching my every move-trying to figure out who I really am. Let them come. Let them all come. I've died once. I've been used, drained, and thrown away. This time? I'm the one holding all the cards. "I know everything I need to know. From this day forward, your daughter won't receive a single drop of my blood. Find another supply." I walked out that door. I'm never going back.”