The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

Chapter 2

Word Count: 728 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ed under a crystal chandelier so large it made

of the grand staircase with the expression of someone who had been told

lf. She gave Abigail's clothes a slow,

om squeaking on the marble. Her calves burned. She felt like an

etely sterile. No pictures. No books. No trace that anyone had ever existed ins

lock," the housekeeper said, and pulle

od alone in

d against the cool glass. Below, a perfectly trimmed hedge divided the Richmond property fro

he hea

like someone dragging a bow across the strings with both hands and all o

d the window

a loose white button-down shirt. Dark hair. Disheveled. He was playing the violin the way

in musical form.

d across the la

hing up at the balcony. His face was red, his composure shattered. He looked

, deliberate smirk spread across his face - the kind t

n on a wicker chair l

ass pitcher of ice wate

and flew to

crashed down from the second floor in a per

muffled into silence. The boy just laughed - open, manic, completely un

against the cold windowpane befo

laughter

ke a predator catching a scent. His eyes locked directly o

. She was two estates away,

gaze did

a way that felt less like a w

A small porcelain figurine tipped over and hit the carpet with a dull

window and peeked th

till on the lawn below, aggressiv

p knocks h

flat voice called. "It is

the empty balcony

that boy was, he had already filed her away

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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.”