The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

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resemblance to her stood over her, screaming about stolen lives before hurling a vial of concentrated sulfuric acid directly into Eleonora's face. The burning agony had felt horrifyingly real, but what hurt more was the

being shoved off a forty-story skyscraper

ressed them hard against her cheeks. The skin was smooth and in

through the thick glass window, pulling her out

to the city's most revered socialite, she had everything. But after her mother's tragic death, her health had deteriorated, forcing her into this exclusive sanatorium. Meanwhile, according to the nightmare, her father would adopt a girl from a poverty-stricken background, Ad

on the pristine white wall read ex

e of her smartphone shatter

, Clyde, was supposed to pick her up at

anger's freezing, impatient voice came through the speaker. "Eleonora? There was a m

ter a single word,

harsh in the quiet room. She remembered the date

ling indifference struck her face like a brutal, physical slap. S

blanket. Her bare feet hit the freez

ile hospital gown. She pulled on a sharply tailored khaki

r ears. It covered the stress-induced rash blooming across h

d Clyde's contact entirely and dialed th

deep, anxious voice answered.

nora stated, her voice flat

e a heavy object slamming into a wooden desk. "That h

d, his voice tight with rage. "I am sending

om for argument. "Just send one black SUV. Keep it

edical textbooks and a laptop into a black canv

med Leona was pushing a medication cart down the

f, respectful nod, a silen

nd walked down the long corridor toward the

The metal doors slid open smo

in the polished steel. The cold, hard glint i

round parking garage. A bulletproof black Ca

diately. He bowed his head and took her heavy d

the nightmare was just a hallucination, that her father wouldn't truly betray her. She needed to see it with her own eyes. But if Clyde had truly given her place to an outsider,

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