The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

Chapter 5

Word Count: 688 | Released on: 30/10/2026

grand hall were the cra

her, his brow f

me leave this house tonight, and I'll

hen he let out a cold laugh, c

ut a shrill laugh. "And what exactly do you t

e twisted with jealousy and disdain. "Exactly. A girl who spent all thes

ls lab patents and cooks its books to hide a thirty-million-dollar deficit-I only need t

went de

patents quietly lifted from a bankrupt research firm, the thirty million buried in offshore acco

ty million in hidden losses-the faked ledgers, the stolen pate

o you know th

y I walk out of this house, those files stay buried. The day anyone comes after m

a's temples. "You...

me go, and this family keeps its name. Try to stop me, and every auditor

ze sweeping over e

angers. And strangers keep their mout

dn't wrap his head around how the quiet, submissive girl they ha

he shot Alonza a frantic look, silently begging

If Elena walked out holding that kind of lever

toward the coffee table. "She's bluffing! Lock

killing intent. Carley choked, her voice dying i

y or luggage from the house, Elena turn

oulder one last time, "From today on, pray that Hend

doors and slammed them shut with a deafening b

n. Freezing water soaked her black hair and thin coat within

he estate and stepped onto the dark, windin

of the rain, followed by the muffled pops of silenced gunfire. Elena narrowed her eyes as a black

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“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.”