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The Fifty Million Dollar Secret

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 603    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

te one night, I went upstairs for a glass of water and heard voices fro

I thought you were going to handle it. If

hisper. "The supplements I've been putting in

te in the orange juice he' d been making me every morning. I thought ab

t words hit me li

arrange another 'accident.' Like the hit-and-run that put her

e had called it a tragic, unsolved accident. My mother had survived it, but she was never the sa

accident. I

other for her bakery, her savings, her life insurance. And n

ling. The shock gave way to a cold, hard rag

moment. Jessica came clomping do

e sneered. "Rent's due on

table, pulled the folded copy of the house deed f

nt," I said, my

w furrowed. Kevin came over and read

y dad and Brenda, who had just entered the room. "It's in my

sica shrieked that I was a liar

lived in my mother's house. And I want the money I fronted for your truck, Kevin. And the m

s face. She swayed, clutching h

ide, glaring at me. "L

t the door and to the car, pres

ting arm on my shoulder. "Chloe, I'm so sorry.

gged h

smooth. "Jessica will be fine once she gets the condo

ye, my face a blank mask. "Oka

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“I just won fifty million dollars, enough to finally shed my quiet librarian life and embrace true freedom. Bursting with generosity and eager to share the news, I rushed back to my childhood home, the beautiful house my deceased mother had left to me. But instead of a warm welcome, my stepbrother and his pregnant girlfriend treated me like a parasitic squatter, demanding rent and arrogantly claiming my house was theirs. Then, my world truly shattered when I overheard my stepmother hiss about "getting rid of the problem" – me – with the same slow-acting "supplements" they'd used on my mother, whose fatal "accident" was, in fact, a calculated murder. My own father, complicit in my mother's death and now mine, was poisoning me daily. The naive Chloe died in that musty basement; a cold, calculating survivor emerged, armed with fifty million dollars to expose their deadly conspiracy and ensure justice for my mother and myself.”
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