The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

Chapter 4

Word Count: 516 | Released on: 07/05/2026

e gray light of dawn c

weater, took three slow breaths

s laugh, soft and real in a way it had never once been directed at A

of perfectly toasted bread. Danita smiled, touching his arm. It

attered it jus

eat. She forced herself down the

the moment her foot c

ing," she

ooked out the window, through Abig

he table. Two placemat

door. "Your name was not on the list for breakfast service t

how it was

, filled it with tap water from the sideboard pitcher, and sat at the fa

scraped the floor, Da

r nose. She folded her napkin with precise, deliberate move

without

lazer. "We leave for school in ten minu

the enormous room, ho

t perform. She would treat this house like a hostile hotel, and she would expect absolutely

atch. Niall, her foster brother, had pressed it into her hands at the Ohio bus station

Then she let go, squared her should

ed forward, slamming her spine against the leather. She didn't make a sound. She

ratory School, she was going to need every bit o

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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.”