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The Heiress's Sweet, Cold Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 548    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

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e now genuinely

ng his office. "This is a performance. Th

you see her eyes, Matt? She wasn't acting. She

that Jocelyn was a chaotic, unknowable force he couldn't manage was intolerabl

. One that was simple

as placed in the center of the table. It was a strange choice fo

nervous. She hadn't left her room m

yn, who was quietly eat

oice casual. "Let's eat t

at Matthew in disbelief. "W

No sane person, faking or not, would deliberately burn themselves. If she ref

at Matthew's challenging gaze. Then she smiled,

, Mat

her fingers heading direct

ndrew yelled, lu

ndrew's arm, holding him back. "Let

make a sound. Her expression remained placid, serene. She calmly retrieved a p

till in place, and carefully place

to the pot, retrieved a piece of ap

hattered brothers, her

id, her voice soft and melodic.

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lyn, grabbing her hand. The skin was red and blistering, the flesh alre

is plate, then at Jocelyn's beatific, smiling face. He had been so s

asn't Jocelyn

mind a whirlwind of guilt and horror. T

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The Heiress's Sweet, Cold Revenge
The Heiress's Sweet, Cold Revenge
“They found her, the long-lost true heiress of the Blakely fortune, after two decades in the rough foster system. They saw a loud, defiant girl who "hired a gang" to attack the family's adopted daughter, Stella. So, they sent me away, to a high-security psychiatric facility, to be reformed. I returned, a blank slate in a plain white dress, my voice soft, my hair severely pulled back, confessing to a crime I didn't commit. They called it recovery, but in truth, it was a subtle form of torture, designed to break me, inflicted by the very people who should have welcomed me home. My "sister" Stella, with her perfected victim act, continued her sickening games, dropping my childhood keepsake in the trash, then faking an attack to have me banished to the freezing basement. My "brother" Matthew, the cold CEO, put me through demeaning tasks, all the while watching for any sign of the "madness" he believed I possessed, while Andrew, the one flicker of conscience, could only watch, paralyzed by guilt. What kind of family would do this to their own? But they had no idea who they were dealing with, or what I truly learned in that "reforming" facility. The docile girl they saw was merely a sophisticated weapon, quietly observing, meticulously planning, and waiting for the perfect moment to prove that their guilt would be their undoing.”
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