He Return of the Discarded Heiress

Chapter 5 You look much thinner than you did in the photos

Word Count: 617 | Released on: 16/03/2026

th a bright smile, offering to take her belongings as he spoke up wa

almond-shaped eyes that curved naturally into a friendly, disarming smile. He carried

he'd seen that fac

ple who didn't matter. She sifted through the faces of everyone she

im politely. She looked docile enough-

d. He'll be a little late. Your dad and my dad already booked a r

s he talked, reaching

n the car. He'll join us for

hind him the entire time. Her voice was hoarse and cas

d. He glanced at the seemingly frail young cousin beside

t fast? He hadn't eve

ught nothing more of it. He reached the

out here. Get i

he Rolls-Royce glinting under

father, Preston Thomas, couldn't affor

er her, chasing away the outdoor heat. Ainsley's gaz

his presence seeming to suck all the oxygen out of t

stom suit, his long legs crossed at the knee, a

ared at her, his gaze sliding slowly from

ned sharply with a surge of danger, and she instinctively shi

d into gear, and glanced at Ainsley through t

she had on powerful figures in Washington D.C., trying to

heavy luxury car o

aze for three a

inner than you di

up, every muscle in her b

space, stopping just inches from her face. She could

eant for her ears only: "Your photo. As your f

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He Return of the Discarded Heiress

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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.”