Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir

Chapter 3

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r the house. Jenna continued to play her role as

g himself in his study. I knew he was waiti

ring for Jenna, making different soups every day a

tense. I just needed the right mome

ternoon. Jeffry and Phyllis were both

s, her cast still prominent, on

nocked over an old photo album I had l

e of my first national junior figure skating ch

ized without any sincerity. "My foo

ut not before I caught the

can't you put your things away? Don't y

slowly bent down t

living room. It landed on an expensive antiq

ds, calculating the distance

th and walked towa

ticed my movement and

heavy vase, fe

re you doing!" P

g in the middle of the living roo

her. "Jenna,

I swung my arm and threw the v

. The target was the carpet at her f

action happen

outh in shock. Jeffry

't even walk steadily on crutches a

prising agility, landing steadily on the ground. Both of her fee

where she had been standing, sh

porcelain echoed, follow

e realized what she had done, her face

t Jenna, then at the shards

about the weather. "Looks like your ankle has recovered

d on the foot that was supp

se I expected never came. Jeff

y! Do you know how much that vase was worth? You're goi

ng a vase. I looked at his red face and the pointing finger. He di

r ID, his expression becoming even more comp

e test results out? Good, I'

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“For twenty-two years, I had believed I was the biological daughter of the wealthy Chapman family. Yet despite that, I was always treated like an outsider while they showered Jenna with love and attention. After a family dinner, Jenna deliberately threw herself down the stairs and cried that I had pushed her. My parents didn't even ask for my side of the story. My father coldly threw a DNA report on the desk and declared that I wasn't their biological daughter after all, and that Jenna was. They stripped me of my belongings, locked me in a dark storage room overnight, and kicked me out the next morning. They handed me an address for my supposed "real" parents, claiming they were ordinary working-class people, then tossed me a few dollars as a final act of charity to get me out of their sight. I couldn't understand how twenty-two years of family ties could be erased by a single fake tear. Even after I smashed a priceless vase to prove Jenna had never actually injured her ankle, they still looked at me with pure disgust. They threw me away like garbage just to protect the daughter they believed was truly theirs. But when I took the bus to the address of my supposed "poor" biological parents, I didn't find a run-down house. Instead, I found a sprawling estate. And standing inside was the billionaire tycoon behind Montgomery Sports Group. In his hands was a new DNA report showing a 99.999% probability of a biological match. "Welcome home, Madisyn," he said, his eyes rimmed red. "We've been searching for you for twenty-two years."”