Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 7 Cinderella's stepmother

Word Count: 542 | Released on: 24/02/2026

open the double doors to Es

, the chatter of a styling team. Estelle sat in the center

ing orders at a maid. "The diamond chok

and saw Alice

, her nose wrinkling. "You look like a c

ress I have," Al

ck surprise. "Oh no! Alice! I completely forgot to order you

et, dripping with

e said. "I don't

make yourself useful. Help your sister with her s

he stylists paused, com

l at the feet of the new favorite. It

Alice said. "An

"You learned how to take orders in p

a foot. "Please, Alice?

. A Jimmy Choo stiletto,

at Estelle'

ked over.

d a triumphant glance. They

oe. She held it in her

," she said loudly. "I

hree years of scrubbing floors and lifting crates in the co

twis

quiet room. The heel bro

e broken pieces on the floor. "It broke. Guess

y custom shoes! You

raised to strike. "You spiteful li

She stared straight i

with a handprint on my face. And when the reporters ask, I'll tell them exactly who did

e looked at the stylists, who were watching with wide

slowly. "Get out. G

e walked to the door, she heard Este

s the first time sh

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Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

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.”