The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

Chapter 4

Word Count: 715 | Released on: 14/05/2026

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e followed Columbus down the stairs

k Cadillac SUV was

The SUV sped out of the airport, merging onto the highway,

w the horizon, the massive, black wrought-iron gates of the estat

gravel driveway. The car pulled up to the fron

put the c

. She stepped out. Her flat s

oed from the front porch. It

ne loo

brother, was walking do

um golf club in his right hand.

oved sideways, planting his body di

Antwan sneered. "The crazy str

eyes. She didn't have the energy for

oulders, trying t

shuffled his feet,

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sal ignited Antwan's tem

his weight and kicke

expensive loafer slammed dir

ked the breath

angled together. She crashed

hrew her right hand

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ing crack echo

ight arm. The pain was so intense her v

he ground, gasping for air. She clutched her right wrist against her c

k front door

rinted out

e you completely lost your mind?" Columbus hissed, his voice a lethal, freezing whip devoid of any pan

n suit jacket. He then turned his cold, calculating gaze to the drive

He reached out and scooped Charlene up into his arms, not out of tender

trembling violently fr

carefully across the backseat. He cli

n, kicking up gravel, as the SUV tore out of th

nbearable. Charlene's breathing grew sh

assed

gain, the harsh fluorescent lights

head slowly on

er bed. His face was twisted into a m

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The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

Marnie Nomura Romance

“Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela-the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.”