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The Scapegoat Heiress: Havenwood's Reckoning

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 526    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

adows, a ghost haunting the fringe

h stab of pain. The town was struggling, the envir

ed in red tape, contingent on the town fully

a skeletal monument to their suff

t heard in years sur

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d like a figure from a

on the town's battered community board, promised one th

to be

living under an assumed name in a town

for the story to be told, and that my presence

on, a simmering resentment that still felt aimed squarely at

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on the stage, looking older, more stoo

nfidence that made my stomach churn. She even offered a sympat

pped to the podium. He was an older man, his frame surprising

egan. "You have suffered. You have been m

ckered to li

ves looking at the past, at events you thought you understood. Think of this," he gestured to

with anticipation

no longer around Veronica, his face etch

ler," Mr. Finch said, and my

but I felt his words

low murmur of their

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The Scapegoat Heiress: Havenwood's Reckoning
The Scapegoat Heiress: Havenwood's Reckoning
“I clutched the USB drive, halfway to Havenwood's town hall, rehearsing the speech that would expose GlobalCorp's ruthless fracking operation and save our community. Suddenly, the ground bucked violently, an unnatural tremor that tore through the town, confirming my worst fears. Before the dust could even settle, Mrs. Henderson's shriek pierced the din, echoing across the shattered town square: "It's her! Sarah Miller! She did this!" My adoptive father, the Mayor, looked at me with dawning horror, not for my safety, but for his failing reputation, while my brother Ethan's expression solidified into something cold and unrecognizable. Even Mark, my Mark, the boy who'd promised me forever, was already by Veronica Hayes's side, his arm protectively around her, refusing to meet my desperate gaze. They twisted my desperate attempt to force an investigation into GlobalCorp's inherently flawed safety equipment into an act of "eco-terrorism," blaming me for the town's destruction and even framing me for a beloved librarian's tragic death. The angry mob surged, so my own family shoved me towards the outskirts, leaving me no choice but to flee Havenwood, branded its monster, its ungrateful scapegoat. How could they so easily believe I, who had tirelessly tried to protect them, was capable of such malevolent destruction, completely ignoring the crucial proof I held in my hand? For months, I existed in the shadows, a ghost haunted by the bitter taste of betrayal and the crushing agony of a truth no one would hear, my life utterly destroyed. But a reclusive, Pulitzer-winning journalist, Alistair Finch, found me and called a fateful town hall meeting, promising to finally reveal Havenwood's full, devastating truth. Tonight, I, Sarah Miller, the one they cast out and branded a traitor, will finally return, not as a broken fugitive, but ready to expose the real villain and reclaim my story as the defiant heir to the formidable Vance Justice Foundation.”
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