Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir

Chapter 7

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he road, I pressed my hands against my cheeks, unab

had finally d

e only young lady of th

yself into my mother's arm

the solemn faces o

ft, his eyes complex. Mom was looking at the bank ca

as happy as I

just the right amount of grievance. "What sister said just

e victim again, to

ime, it di

ked at me sternly. "Jenna,

His tone was a seriousnes

He didn't sit down, just stood be

directly. "Your foot, was it really i

dn't expect him

ut to fall. "Dad, how can you not be

slammed the tabl

e to lie anymore. I lowered my head and said sof

disappointed

se of your petty tricks?" he sneere

ed. What bi

position in this family more unstable. The Chapman

floor, my fingers gripp

won. I was just chosen as a mo

tion of "I am the biological daug

et's put this behind us. Behave yourself from now on, learn

cially in front of his AHL team friends and the

study, feeling cold

e phone, probably announcing the

as originally Madisyn's room. Eve

nd saw a piece of pape

nalyzing every doubt in my fall, with medical

as fully prepared. She was just waiting for an opportun

the torn pieces on the floor, my breathing ragge

drive her away, but also completely erase all tra

nd a number. It was an inter

story about the Chapman family? About a fa

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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."”