ACCORM THE ANCIENT WOLF CLAN

"Madisyn, for years, we've raised you, never imagining you capable of such cruelty. This house can no longer bear your presence. You must leave immediately," declared the imposing woman before Madisyn Chapman, her gaze laden with disdain and a bitter chill, her elegant attire contrasting sharply with the harshness of her words.

"Mom, please, it was an accident. I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs on my own. Madisyn had no part in this," said a young girl from her seat on the sofa. Resembling the woman in front of her, she clutched at her bandaged knees, her eyes brimming with tears.

Just half an hour prior, Jenna Chapman, the biological daughter of the Chapmans, had suffered a fall on the staircase. At that time, Madisyn had been alone on the upper floor.

Everyone believed Madisyn had pushed Jenna...

Now, the looks that the Chapmans shot at Madisyn were filled with venom and disgust, a stark contrast to their attitude just a week prior, when they had professed their reluctance to ever part with her.

Madisyn looked down at the floor, a fleeting shadow of irony passing through her eyes.

Once, Madisyn was the sole daughter of the Chapmans. Though she never basked in parental favoritism, she lacked for nothing, her basic needs always met.

The facade shattered when Jeffry Chapman, whom she had known as her father, met with a grave accident necessitating an urgent blood transfusion. The subsequent blood tests unveiled a startling truth—Madisyn was not his biological child. Jeffry then harnessed his extensive network to uncover the whereabouts of his true daughter, Jenna.

The Chapman family was a prestigious household in Gemond, and news like this naturally spread quickly. To manage the public narrative and preserve their esteemed reputation, they declared an unwavering commitment to Madisyn, the girl they had raised, asserting their intention to treat her as their own for a while longer before she returned to her biological family.

Behind closed doors, however, their plans were starkly different. Once the public's gaze drifted elsewhere, they intended to quietly send Madisyn away.

Upon Jenna's arrival, the Chapman family blamed Madisyn for Jenna's years of hardship, relegating Madisyn from her room to a mere storage space, diminishing her status drastically.

She was tasked with menial chores, her status far beneath even those of the household servants.

Jenna, however, still wanted Madisyn gone.

She had crafted several schemes against Madisyn, yet her parents turned a blind eye, their disdain for Madisyn thinly veiled.

These tribulations stripped away any illusions Madisyn had about her former family, fueling a resolve to confront the injustices imposed upon her. As the tensions reached a boiling point, she faced Jenna, her voice resolute as she said, "I'll leave, but not before setting the record straight. I refuse to shoulder your misdeeds any longer, Jenna!"

Jenna's composure wavered under the intensity of Madisyn's icy stare, her body trembling slightly.

Was this the same Madisyn who had once submitted quietly to every slight?

A dark glint flickered in Jenna's eyes.

What a bitch!

She was the rightful heiress to the Chapman family assets, not this usurper, Madisyn, who had been living in luxury undeserved.

She had to drive this impostor out!

"Madisyn, I have no idea what you're going on about!" Jenna's voice dripped with feigned confusion. "Ever since I reclaimed my rightful place, receiving the affection rightfully owed to me by our parents, I've sensed your discontent. Despite your actions, I've remained tolerant. But my legs... how could you? Dancing is my passion, my soul's expression. Had I known you coveted the national competition spot so desperately, I would not have contested it."

Her insinuation was clear: Madisyn had sabotaged her out of jealousy.