The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

Chapter 5

Word Count: 692 | Released on: 07/05/2026

light in downtown Bosto

inst the window, tracing the edge of a public par

from the

on yesterday. Except now it was smeared with dark dirt and rust-colored stains that looked a lot like

n on the balcony was gone. He looked like s

ighter, pressing he

d to the rearview mirror. He followed

aid quietly.

scalade surged forward and th

he blood on his shirt. The way his hand had been lying open on

cruiser was managing traffic at the intersection ahead - they wer

ked at the

white with hemmed edges, her foster mother's careful stitching. She tho

tion folder back there," she

fore Hank coul

against her hip. The park came into view. The boy was s

wed her

r than he had on the balco

ered the look he had sent through the window - that flat,

d down. Gently, without touching him, she laid the

stood u

hatever had happened to him the night before. But she'd spent two days in a house full of people who look

ing to do that

The courtyard was full of students stepping out of Porsches and Range Rovers in perfectly pressed uniforms,

own and found the a

mahogany desk, scanned her clothes in one dismissive sweep,

e said, his voice polished with contempt. "I suggest you keep your he

ID card. "Understood

the warning bell screamed. The corridor emptied in seconds. She broke

freight train coming

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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.”