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The Heiress Who Refused to Break

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 382    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

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The Heiress Who Refused to Break
The Heiress Who Refused to Break
“After months of unspeakable horror, my skin caked with mud and my clothes in rags, I finally stumbled back into the gleaming world of the Vanderbilt estate, seeing the rising sun for the first time in ages. What I met was not the loving embrace of my guardian, Alex Vanderbilt, the man I secretly adored, but a sneer of utter disgust on his perfect face as he stared at my emaciated body. The chilling truth soon emerged: the ransom for my life, which he had deliberately dragged his feet paying while I suffered daily, was the exact amount of the trust fund my deceased parents had left me. Back in my 'home,' I was treated like a grotesque inconvenience, while Alex's vindictive mistress, Jessica, openly reveled in my agony, even confessing she expressly prodded my captors to inflict "rougher treatment." My grand opulent prison quickly became a hell of psychological torment, far worse than the physical scars. How could the man who was supposed to protect me, the very family who were my guardians, not only abandon me to such a fate but actively exploit my suffering and orchestrate my torment? The raw, burning injustice felt like a brand, deepening my despair and rage. In that crushing moment, I realized my parents' final gift, that trust fund, wasn't just money; it was my defiant path to freedom. I would use every penny to escape this gilded cage of betrayal and reclaim my life, no matter the dangerous fight ahead.”
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