The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

Chapter 6

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hoed against the pink walls, shatte

m Eleonora's eyes. A strange flicker of panic spar

ned his arms, offering a warm,

n octave, dripping with manufactured tender

the memory of Augustus standing by coldly while the internet tore

he fabric of her trench coat, Eleonora

hung awkwardly in the space between them. The m

ed to follow him around, desperate for his att

vior. He thought she was being incredibly c

and, a physical gesture of absolute revu

ap across the face. The light in his eyes

s tailored pockets. His voice turned hard. "What is y

in the south wing are empty. You need rest. Go

nd sweet. "Yes, sister. The guest rooms are very quiet.

h. The sound was entirely devoid of hu

s if he were completely brain-dead. "You want me, the only l

disyn. "And leave the master bedroom to a parasit

. All the color drained from her face, and fa

"Your words are disgusting, Eleono

are head-on. "Class is reserved for human beings.

"This house is legally under your father's name. Cly

y. "It seems your pre-law classes at the

coat, pulled out a neatly folded legal docume

nd fluttered open. Augustus instinctive

contracte

ire estate was held in an irrevocable tr

d automatically assumed absolute, unch

stated, her voice ringing with absolute auth

the paper. His arrogant logic and biased defen

s face and realized immediately that they

chest, delivering her final verdict

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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."”