The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

n blazed me

a tree, waiting for her real fam

d passed, but n

with a friend request. A note accompanied

t hesitation, and within seconds,

ers are tied up with work today, so they want you to go to Fl

d of scam? Why send her to a restaurant instead o

the Harper residence today. Whoever this w

ome, and they couldn't even bother to pick her up?

would be any better th

age from Ros

ll be waiti

ed with a sing

his hour. With no other choice, Brenna took

irie, a favorite haunt of the city's elite. Dining

, a blast of crisp, cool air wrapped around her, shielding her fr

ne paid her any attention-except for a waitr

r early twenties. She wore a tailored red uniform, exudin

om they're in?" Brenna's eyes scanned the space. No one seemed to be wai

t featuring a video game character, layered under an oversized striped shirt that draped past her frayed

atures delicate yet striking. The bold

, effortlessly drawing att

m the Harper family waited for you here for over an hour but had to leave for something urgent

e the chair facing the door, tossing h

ass of fresh orange juice. "Please enjoy. The

d in her mind. Wasn't the Harper family supposed to be strugglin

nse of what the Harp

phone, she sent

ady. When will

ng right now. Might take a while. Go

eet

ed to live in a poor, remote village? If that were true, how was Rosie in a m

he windows. The occupants were hidden from view, but th

ents, the table was filled with beautifully plated

, their table adorned with steak and orange juice. A woman in a white dress

was raised by Brenna's parents after her own parents had passed

minent families. Their outfits were impeccable, their makeup flawless, their table manners

fashion sense is a disaster," she remarked, snapping

ing, her face blurred out. Sylvie soon posted the photos

post before saying, "She's

a sideways glance at Rosie and adde

t in Brenna. The marriage agreement between the Mitchell and Harper families required a

rning look. "Don't s

's got a point. Brenna's got the kind of figure men tend to

pretty she is or what kind of figure she has. After t

already been eaten. "She's got quite the appetite," she remarked. "Maybe the Barretts didn't feed her we