The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

Chapter 4

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sound of that voice. All eyes snapped u

the steps. His silver hair was perfectly combed, his black ta

family for two generations. I

holding his broken wrist. "Alistair! This psycho thie

tight with adrenaline. "Sir, we are preparing to res

m. His eyes were locked entirely

hidden behind a black mask, and her frame was worryingly thin

eyes. He picked up his pace, practically

eonora and bent at the waist, exec

tair said, his voice trembling with

ent. It was as if the oxygen h

n. The color completel

ical shirt. He realized with a sickening jolt that he had just

ace. The stress rash was visible, but it did nothing to

said, her voice perfectly calm. "When did the

y, but they hit the securit

his eyes vanished, replaced by a terrifying,

oice echoing in the high ceilings. "How dare you

houlder. "That bag belonged to the late Mrs. Carlisle. It is a

or. The blond boy who had accused her earlier tried t

he security captain. "Throw this foul

arked an order. Two massive guards lunge

ard across the marble

ming toward the second floo

th from his belt and shoved it brutally i

was thrown out into the cold night. The doors

group of teenagers who had mocked Eleonora

ns. The teenagers didn't need to be told twice. They scramble

freezing cold. No one dared

her duffel bag and, with Alistair following respectfully

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Beatrice Wells Romance

“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."”