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The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 809    |    Released on: 30/10/2026

ce, Alonza raised his heavy right hand

palm touched her skin, she leaned back half an inch and snappe

's thumb dug precisely into his radial nerve. His hand hung

r. Hendrix," Elena said, her voice

ank his arm back, shocked by the iron grip of the slender gi

he sofa. "Elena! Are you trying to

kward three steps, his lower back slamming hard into the hea

rd from the fireplace. "You dare lay a finger on D

hands to grab Elena by the co

As Preston's momentum carried him past her, she hooked her

oth knees crashing down onto the hard marble floor with a

nk back into the corner of the sofa, her fake tea

, Elena turned around and walke

year-old second son known for his violent temper, vaulted over the bottom

"You think you can hurt my family and just walk out? Kneel and beg Carley for

away, looking up at Chas

e with humiliation. "Lock the doors! Call the estate guards t

. "Call Dr. Miller to bring a tranquilize

arm, Carley let a tiny, vicious s

a servant for three years. In her last life, she had given up a full scholarship to Johns Hopkins

e and index fingers glinted a hair-thin, three-inch t

cracked his knuckles. "Scared now? Too l

ed? I was just wondering if a pack of parasi

ght fist back and threw a heavy punch straight

left hand slapping his wrist aside while her right hand dro

ot through his arm. His entire right side went inst

est, grabbed his belt and shoulder, and threw all

foyer. The heavy wood splintered into pieces under his weight. Chase howled in ag

the main hall. Even the

and unlatched the heavy deadbolt on the front door. F

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The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life
The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life
“For three years, I was the Hendrix family's obedient adopted daughter and the secret genius keeping their biopharma company afloat. But when their biological daughter Carley needed a kidney, my adoptive father strapped me to a table in an illegal underground clinic. "This is your only chance to repay the Hendrix family for taking you in." They drained my bone marrow and carved out my kidney without enough anesthesia. Carley stood at the top of Manhattan high society, smiling as she claimed my biomedical patents as her own. My adoptive brothers cheered for my death, calling me a worthless charity case who finally made herself useful. I died on that freezing operating table, butchered by the very people I had desperately tried to please. I gave up my medical school scholarship and made their company ten times what they spent on me. Why did my absolute loyalty only buy me a brutal death? Opening my eyes again, I was back at age twenty, locked in their freezing wine cellar after Carley framed me for pushing her into a fountain. This time, I didn't beg for their forgiveness. I shattered my adoptive brothers' bones, threw a one-million-dollar buyout check in my adoptive father's face, and walked out into the pouring rain to reclaim my true identity as the sole heiress of the billionaire Jefferson dynasty.”