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Love's Betrayal: The Unseen Daughter

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: 10/09/2025

e heated, urgent voices of the detectives. My face, or what was left of it, was

expression like stone. He was in his element.

flat. "Cause of death is asphyxiation, but not before signi

. Even these harden

site," the detective continued. "No witnesses, n

officer on this. Check missing persons reports for the entire

go, he was complaining about the inconvenience of it all. Now, he w

st mansion. The championship trophy Javon had won last season sat on the mantelpiece, polished and glea

. He was the star quarterback, the king of his high s

perfect smile. "Big game tomorrow.

l just hours before, melted. "Of course, sw

ack. "You're going to kill it

linting. He grabbed an apple from the

light, casual

nted. "Don't worry about

of the apple. "It's just... I wo

e concerned brother perfectly, all while knowing exac

owards Dante Gomez. The way he looked at me with such pure, unadulterated hatred. I had seen flash

m once, during a fight where he'd twisted my a

een furiou

eamed, her face contorted with rage. I was grounded for a mon

mother was examining my body again. Her gloved fin

ar, from when I was lost, from bef

noted to the medical examin

. I was twelve years old, thin and

d asked, her lip curl

he mark. For a second, I saw a flicker of som

the silent room

ly from a rough life. This girl... she was clearly

s gone. The wa

m me. "Let's focus

wouldn't see it. Because in her mind, her daughter Kelsie was safe, just being difficult

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Love's Betrayal: The Unseen Daughter
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“As a ghost, I watched my parents arrive at my crime scene. My mother, a renowned surgeon, and my father, the District Attorney, were there to consult on the brutal murder of an unidentified young woman. That young woman was me. But they didn't know. To them, I was just Jane Doe, a messy case and an inconvenient headline. My mother examined my broken body with chilling detachment, her analysis of the torture wounds purely clinical. My father arrived, complaining about the political fallout and the bad press. Standing just feet from my corpse, they discussed their "missing" daughter-me. "She's just being dramatic," my father scoffed. "Probably shacked up with some loser to get back at us." They were more worried about my adopted brother, the golden boy Javon, and his upcoming championship game. I was the family's problem in life, and it seemed I was an even bigger problem in death. The irony was a physical weight. They were talking about me, their lost daughter, while my body lay decomposing at their feet. They were blind, wrapped up in their perfect lives and their love for the son who orchestrated my end. But they would find out. The killer made one mistake. He forced me to swallow a tiny pet microchip, a clue registered in my name. A piece of evidence that would not only give me back my identity but would expose the monster they called a son and burn their perfect world to the ground.”
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