From Neglected Girl To Unstoppable Heiress

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ed by her agitated movements, followed close behind, his own expression a mixture of worry for his wife and quiet annoyance. "This is r

read she refused to acknowledge. "They' re lying," she m

like a physical blow. My body lay there, still and lifeless, covered by

It can' t be! She... she was fine! Just a few scrapes!" Sh

small cut on my cheek, but nothing that suggested a fatal accident. Her mind raced, grappling with the impossible c

pleen, and caused massive internal hemorrhaging. The outward appearance was deceptive. My golden child, Estrella, had emerged with a fractured wrist and some superficial cuts, while I

-seeking stunt. Her gaze had never lingered on me long enough to notice the subtle signs, the faint pallor, the sh

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ofound, almost dizzying sense of release. The grief for my old self

mid heiress to Tillman Beauty, a global cosmetics empire built by her visionary parents. Parents wh

y useless man with a predatory gleam in his eyes, had swiftly taken advantage. He' d charmed his way into her company, positioned himself as her protector,

o strip her of everything. The shock, the humiliation, the utter sense of helplessness had been too muc

m again. Never again. The cold fury that had simmered in my spirit for

t, would regret the day he eve

tal bed. I didn't care that the nurses looked at me like I was insane. I didn't care that my body ached. I poured over spreadsheets, expense reports, and internal audits. It didn't take long. Br

erald Family Mourns Daughter Carolina." A small, grainy photo of my old self appeared beside it. A pang, sharp and fleeting, pierced through me. Not f