The Discarded Heiress Princess

s merciless

into rivers of mud. Thunder cracked like bones breaking in the sky, but it was

cold and her fists curled tight as if clinging to life itself. No name. No note. Only

d her at dawn almo

mo

ne she would later swear "sounded too human to ignore

di

d, she

since that moment

out the cracked window of her shared room in the orphanage, watching the storm lash aga

-there was noth

red Lira, her bunkmate, without l

kbones, tired eyes that looked too old for her age. Eyes that had seen too much. She touched th

inued, voice low. "She said someone's asking questi

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nd of qu

e shift in Seraphina's tone. "The

d to whispers, but never like this. Her past

il

another charity gala. Her golden curls were being pinned into place by the household's finest styl

djusting the angle of her chin. "Remember,

out in detail-schools, parties, friendships, even her future ma

e questioned her

woul

into silk a

strange brushed past her thoughts. A face-faint, unfamiliar-hauntingly simil

dr

inked

e, Seraphina snuck i

opened the rusted cabinet

ens of times. And yet, som

he file. Th

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scovery: N

ourished. Estim

ier: Burn scar

ew all

w tucked inside-a page she'd never se

tal wri

n on it, i

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. Her heart thund

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the room like a thief. Something heavy

om, she Google

it ins

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at her from the search res

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lesti

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have b

ealth wrapped around that smile-and felt something

a

g with someone else's shadow

was the one to

d

rain still drizzling, her fingers wrapped tig

ney, no power, no nam

had qu

ive her answers... she'd

t walking into

g the girl who lived t