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Beyond The Scratches: An Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 754    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

t, but it echoed in

tened on my arm. "

ice steady. "I didn' t do anyth

rom the stage. "See? She doesn'

eve of her dress, revealing a series of

her arm out for everyone to see. "These are from last n

them for Maria and disgust turning toward me. A cr

ce a mask of blind fury and infatuatio

sation, then let' s treat it seriously. Let' s call campus security. Let' s get the lawyers from Nex

eyes for a heartbeat before

to the audience. "She' s using her family' s power

ed further. They were

drew shoved me hard. "You

second nature. I sidestepped his clumsy push, using his own momentum against him. He stumbled forward, lo

cascading across the polished floor. The chao

p of melting ice, s

ve. The party w

brie

g her way through the crowd, her face a picture of ma

shing to Maria' s side. "What

hter. But my eyes caught a detail she' d forgotten to hide: the discreet but unmist

at me or the mess. He was staring at Debra Chavez, and his face was a canvas of longin

wet, saw me watching them. His humiliation

ing to ki

ice ice-cold. "And see what happens. You k

y mother, even supposedly sick and absent, was more p

the corner of a heavy banquet table. I felt a warm trickl

ly' s security and my mother' s most loyal man, strode in. His face

ht to me, ignori

voice a calm anchor in the st

e stunned partygoers to their gossip and their lies. I was bloodied and dishe

just made a f

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Beyond The Scratches: An Heiress's Revenge
Beyond The Scratches: An Heiress's Revenge
“The exclusive charity gala was a suffocating display of elite hypocrisy, a world I, Gabrielle Johns, knew all too well. My stepfather and his golden child took center stage, gushing over a scholarship student named Maria Chavez. But Maria was no fragile victim; she was a snake, waiting for her moment to strike. And she did, seizing the microphone to publicly accuse me of relentless bullying and making her life a hell. Suddenly, her gaze locked on mine, and she wailed about being driven to self-harm, pulling up her sleeve to reveal faint scratches that were obviously fake. My stepbrother, Andrew, blinded by rage and infatuation, lunged at me, his eyes spitting venom. "You monster," he snarled, "you made her want to die!" The crowd' s sympathy for Maria solidified into open disgust for me, painting me as the entitled villain. Even my stepfather, Matthew, the man my mother married, stood by, playing the disappointed patriarch, complicit in the charade. Yet, as the room swam with their judgment and their lies, I refused to move, refusing to kneel. How could these people, who claimed to care about charity, be so easily duped by such a transparent act? Why was the man my mother made powerful so quick to turn on me, his own stepdaughter? This wasn' t just a malicious accusation; it was a cold, calculated strike against everything I believed my family stood for. But they had made a fatal mistake: they hurt me. And they had no idea who they were truly dealing with, or what I was capable of doing to protect what was mine.”
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