The Exiled Heiress Returns For Her Son

Chapter 4

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y ankles like liquid shadow. The sprawling estate lawn was lit up like a festival, swarming with Chicago's high

background jazz music seemed to dip

ed openly. Heads turned in shock as they took in my poised posture, the sharp e

window to slip into Richard's study and retrieve my mother's precious heirloom l

tic friends, backing Eliza Morgan into the ivy-covered wall. Eliza

, waving her iPhone inches from Eliza's face, "I'll make sure these private art sketches from your stu

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disbelief. Her jaw dropped as she looked at my face, completely unable to reconcile the

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g her away from the terrace. "Come

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The Exiled Heiress Returns For Her Son

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“Five years ago, I gave birth to twins in a cold hospital room. The doctor handed me my healthy daughter, but coldly announced that my son was stillborn. I held his tiny, lifeless body and cried until my heart broke, completely unaware it was all a monstrous lie. Because of my pregnancy, my family cast me out as a disgrace, and my fiancé abandoned me. Five years later, I returned to Chicago with my daughter to settle the score. But in a hotel hallway, I accidentally bumped into a little boy. When I looked down, my world stopped. He had the exact same eyes as the baby I thought I had lost forever. Driven by a primal instinct, I reached out to gently touch his cheek. "What are you doing? Stay away from my son." His father, a famous hockey superstar, pulled the boy away and looked at me with pure disgust. He branded me a scheming groupie trying to use a child to climb into his bed. Meanwhile, my toxic step-sister was trying to steal my mother's company, even impersonating my secret identity as a legendary medical expert just to get close to that very same arrogant athlete. I didn't understand how my "dead" son ended up in the hands of this stranger. Who orchestrated this cruel conspiracy five years ago to tear my flesh and blood apart? Looking at the hacker's report confirming the boy's adoption records, a cold smile touched my lips. The weak girl from five years ago is dead. This time, I will expose every lie, crush anyone who stands in my way, and take my son back.”