Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 5 The Perfect Daughter Who Usurps the Nest

Word Count: 628 | Released on: 24/02/2026

airs down to the kitchen. Her stomach was growling,

were being prepped for the pre-Gala reception. T

he doorway. No

," one of the new maids whispered,

l her that. But yeah. I heard she

Estelle. She's glowing. She's practically a saint, taking care

ering to a conspiratorial whisper, "Estelle

treats her like she's th

ood, like Alice. Some people have noble souls, like

doorframe, listening.

e wall and steppe

said. Her v

The maids jumped, eyes widening

ice cut through the silence. She

handed her. Her hand shook s

staff. "Where are my things? My easel?

The Madam... she said they were clu

elt a sharp pang in h

he antique easel. The one your grandmother gave you.

ing she had left of the one person who actually loved her. Estelle di

udible, "about what they were saying... about the

hy? It's not a secret. Ever

e Master's true blood, an illegitimate daughter brought into the family, not just a foundling. S

ssed with perfection. She was so desperate to be a "real

s circle, lying about lineage w

own on the counter.

itchen. Her hunger was gone, repla

aughter? She wanted to steal her history, her ro

ibrary-a painting of her at sixteen-was gone. In its place hung a massiv

ed at the

ion was a house of cards built on a

ce was

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Dong Lier Romance

“I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison. My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident". On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito's Maybach-only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance." It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled. At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn't you just die in prison?" I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years-the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around." This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated. I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground. By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me-including him, the one hiding in the shadows.”