The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

Chapter 2

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ed its destination, night had completely fallen. The black Cadillac SUV rolled to a sm

gainst the gravel driveway, and the chill of the early autumn

told the driver, her voice muf

the trunk and began the long walk up th

vibrating bass of electronic danc

through the dark night sky above the back gardens,

wing into cold slits. She climbed the wide marble step

sed her index finger against the b

light twice. A sharp, high-pit

switched hands and pressed her

t. Acces

ouse; she had completely wiped Eleon

he wood. She took one calm step back and shifted her gaze to

the base of the planter. It scraped against the stone floor

ngers brushed against a piece of waterproof canvas. Sh

ther had kept. Not even Cl

en beneath the digital pad. She twisted it hard. A heavy, sat

he heavy oak

of floating pink balloons and a to

ses and tailored suits were clustered near the entranc

room, scattering the balloons. The laughter died

face half-hidden by a black medical mask, holding a canvas duffel ba

wrinkled her nose, her eyes sweeping

roke out i

the clean

stalker fan get

ed her bag tighter and walked straight through th

wealthy teenagers, who were used

tepped out of the group and thru

he demanded loudly, his tone dripping wit

ead and locked eyes with the boy. Her gaz

ing from his face. He involuntarily took a

step, a slurred, malicious voice ec

well,

he corridor. He held a half-empty bottle of whi

nora's face. "You stupid trespasser! Do

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“Eleonora woke up in the hospital, still feeling the terrifying weightlessness of her own suicide. She realized her chilling nightmare was actually a prophecy: she was destined to be the tragic, disposable villain, while her adopted sister Addisyn was the beloved protagonist. On the day of her discharge, her father abandoned her to celebrate Addisyn's eighteenth birthday. When Eleonora dragged her recovering body back to her family estate, she found her biometric access wiped and her home turned into a chaotic nightclub. Addisyn had taken over the master bedroom and was wearing Eleonora's late mother's priceless sapphire necklace. When Eleonora coldly demanded her property back, Addisyn squeezed out fake tears and played the pitiful victim. Instantly, Eleonora's childhood fiancé and lifelong friends stepped up to shield Addisyn. They scolded Eleonora for being cruel and classless, demanding she sleep in the guest room so she wouldn't ruin the party. Downstairs, the elite guests mocked her as a crazy, jealous freak who was bullying her sweet sister. In her nightmare, their blind devotion to this manipulative parasite had driven Eleonora to jump off a skyscraper. She was the sole legal heir to the Carlisle estate, yet they expected her to quietly hand over her home, her mother's legacy, and her life to a thief. But Eleonora was no longer a victim. She pulled out the irrevocable trust documents, proving her absolute ownership, and looked at her loyal butler. "Cut the power," she ordered coldly. "Throw every single trespasser out the gates."”