He Return of the Discarded Heiress

Chapter 4 She's also my fiancée

Word Count: 569 | Released on: 16/03/2026

hand had crept halfway around the dial, yet

led down the wind

the cold air inside the car. A low, gruff o

sharp, unyielding edge, and carrie

iously. He obediently slammed the window back u

s being delayed all the way until today! My dad just gave me a serious dressing-down over the phone and laid down an ultimatum: I've got to bring

wer drill drilling into his skull. He suppressed the cold fury simmering in his eyes, leaned back, an

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the Carmel family had bu

wn up with Hill in the same elite compound, yet over the years, he'd come to realize t

han the man in the back seat, a figure whose name str

the Frazier patriarch-leaving the family owing a debt of honor-

ered in Car

. From what he'd dug up, she was ordinary in ever

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e corner of his eye, he spotted a figure slowly wa

er. I'll

e back, unbuckled his seatbelt, and

ight, the slender

was a pair of legs-slender, pale,

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ngled with A-listers and socialites for ye

llaries visible beneath the surface. She had a porcelain face, pitch-black eyes, and lashes long as a feather duster-t

s he'd met, Carmel couldn

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“For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure. Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in. The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her." They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars. I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm. They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out. I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.”