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The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 707    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

cut through Abigail's secondhand ja

watching the city move like a current she hadn't been invited into. Men in tailored suits. Women in sharp trench coats.

racticing her smil

ouse in rural Ohio. A smile that said: I'm not asking for much. Just a cha

nto the pickup zone. The tires made

enger do

been corrected his entire life until good posture became indistinguis

her. She had only ever se

She took a breath, pulled up her p

t for a fraction of a second - on her washed-o

e in his

Her foot froze mid-step. The smile she had sp

gentleman's expression. He closed the distance between them in long, unhu

ome h

," Abigail

ropped in still water. Hank's eyes darkened. He reached out, his immacula

low

of skin against skin - and Hank yanked his hand back as if she had burned

didn't

to the driver without looking at her again. The uniformed man stepped forward with a blank face, took

ar door. He extended a hand -

then the blast of the climate control system. Her stomach turned with a sharp, diso

far side of the

door slam

senger door and got in. The tall le

m the speakers. Abigail stared at the skyscrapers blurring past the ti

e asked, directing the wor

n the rearview mirro

ne. Just b

. It was a door bei

freezing hands into her jacket pockets an

Hank typed on his phone an

wed the car whole, Abigail had quietly, carefully folded up her

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The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears
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“Abigail was the biological heir to the wealthy Richmond family, finally brought home after sixteen years of living in poverty. But her birth family didn't love her. They were completely obsessed with Debbra, the fake daughter who had been sent away after a DNA test. Her biological brother looked at her faded clothes with unfiltered disgust. He left her standing in the freezing rain, screaming that it was her fault Debbra was gone. Her mother shoved her hard against a wall just for touching a crystal music box. "She is not my daughter! My daughter plays Chopin, not this pathetic hick!" Even at her elite new school, her brother's friends threw her to the marble floor, mocking her as trash. In chemistry class, a boy deliberately knocked over a beaker, splashing corrosive acid onto her wrist. No one helped her. They just ordered her to clean up the mess. Abigail didn't ask to be switched at birth during a chaotic hospital storm. She didn't understand why her mere existence was treated as an unforgivable crime, while the imposter who stole her life was worshipped like a saint. Washing her chemical burns alone in the empty lab, the last shred of her hope for a family completely died. She calmly peeled off her rubber gloves and looked at her pale reflection. She decided to give up on their love and treat them as nothing more than strangers. But just as she chose to become a ghost, a heavy thud echoed in the silent hallway, and a bloody hand slammed violently against the frosted glass of her door.”