Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 4

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iss Olivia," R

ough. They wanted a war of attrition. They wan

a public slight demanded a public retaliation. It wasn'

returned the recorder to its drawer. She now had two sepa

staircase. She was dressed simply, her hair

he table had been cleared. T

ing a silver tray. He approached Nora wi

king beneath his polite tone. "The ch

. It held a few pieces of cold, gristly steak fat and a pile of wilted, brown-

d up. Standing on the landing

lentino haute couture gown, a vibrant red that hugged her

with a smirk. She wanted to see the te

d up the heavy porcelain

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e. She climbed the steps, one b

d. She took a step bac

She looked at Olivia's dress, then

said softly. "It deserves

ved. She flipped the plate forward

wilted lettuce fell in a wet slap directly o

nsive silk, leaving a dark, oily stain. A p

there was ab

, his hand flyi

er face went from shock to disbelief, and

piercing sound that echoed through t

only smearing the grease

rought the h

dark. Catherine rushed in from the liv

tairs, covered in food, sobbing hysterically. Nora, standing

, grabbing her arms. "Oliv

n Nora. "Eleanora! What

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Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

Annabell Seto Romance

“Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."”