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The Jilted Heiress And Her Karmic Revenge

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 558    |    Released on: Today at 12:15

envelope of cash and sl

sed. A violent, wet coug

t. The old man's face turned a terrifying shade of purp

patting his father's back. "Medicine! Get

black-streaked phlegm onto the rug. He slumped back i

pped forward, pressing her two fing

ling energy shot up her arm. Death aura. She immediate

t the massive living room like a rad

f stilettos echoe

brand-new Chanel tweed suit and carried several

ust as she looked at Alice. "Why does the ho

icity!" Byron roared.

I am not claiming some trai

t. Her eyes were locked

wooden pendant carved with jagged runes. It was pract

Felicity. "Take that off

ant defensively. "Are you crazy? Yo

e to a top psychic for this. It's a high-leve

Death Mark. It feeds on the vitality of blood

"You uneducated fraud! Don't try to s

ow, but he couldn't believe his own daug

w," Daryn said gently, trying to medi

ping her foot. "You're all br

oward the grand staircase, refu

chase her, ready to rip

r arm out, blo

ble removal triggers a violent bac

w that Felicity was further away. He weakly sque

. "I don't hold grudges agains

harp sound of shattering gla

ter, Felici

ng. The corners of her mouth

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The Jilted Heiress And Her Karmic Revenge
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“I woke up in a sweltering attic, my body covered in overlapping whip scars. I was Alice Morrow, a top-tier occultist, but now I was trapped in the body of a girl who served as a human punching bag for the wealthy Wallace family. Before I could even catch my breath, my adoptive sister Britney Wallace kicked the door open. She pointed a silver revolver right at my forehead. She had been siphoning my luck through a parasitic karmic tether, using me as a sink for all her misfortune. "Go to hell, you useless freak," she screamed, pulling the trigger. But she didn't know the absolute rule of the tether: any malicious attack reflects back to the sender. The massive recoil blasted backward, snapping her wrist in half. I walked out of that hellhole and was found by my biological family, the incredibly powerful Morrows. But Britney wasn't done. She sent them deepfake photos to frame me for cursing them, and even planted a deadly amulet to kill my biological grandfather. My own uncle threw the photos at me, his eyes full of disgust. "She's a rabid dog raised by the Wallaces! She's been cursing her own blood!" I didn't argue. I simply rolled up my sleeves to reveal the mangled flesh, burn marks, and protruding bones the Wallaces had left me with. As my real family broke down in tears of agonizing guilt, I smiled and gripped my ancient copper coin. It was time to show the Wallaces what real karma looked like.”