The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Chapter 4

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. Annette did not look away. She met B

cket. He pulled out a sleek, matte-bla

" Beckham said, his voice a l

blank check. She let ou

e door, crossing her arms. "That bottle was the only one. The formula i

in the car grew heavy. He tapped

games with me

lion dollars. That is the down pa

in the rearview mirror, staring at the girl in the cheap j

dollar credit line. It is completely untraceable," he

irst batch," Beckham said. "If you

the heavy metal between her finge

at Walter in the mirror. "Sto

d stepped out into the cold night air. She slammed

is seat. "Sir, should I s

faint smell of cedar lingered on his

ubway station. She rode the tr

of the Fernandez estate. She looked at the sprawling mansi

d the inte

ed through the speaker. It

te," s

ly swung open. Annette walked up the long dr

e doors. The crystal chandelier

at on the velvet sofa

y jacket and messy hair. A look of pure disgust

a fake, loving smile and rush

ally home," Carmelita cooed,

Carmelita's hands away. The force of the st

d with fake tears. "Annette! How could you pu

r arms. She looked

said, her voice echoing in the large room. "You are para

le, then red with rage. He

ou ungrateful brat! Go to the sto

and and slapped Peggy across the face. Th

covered her cheek

aid slowly, "a servant doe

not the timid, uneducated country girl they expec

to scream, but heavy footst

dark with anger. He looked at the crying maid, his furious

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“Annette was nothing but a mobile blood bank to her stepsister and her fiancé. Bound to a heavy iron chair in a freezing basement, she watched her own blood drain into a plastic bag. Her stepsister, Gayla, smiled flawlessly and whispered the ultimate betrayal. "Your mother didn't die of a heart attack. My father poisoned her for her patent." Her fiancé, Bryton, stepped back in pure disgust, complaining that the smell of her dying blood was unbearable. They watched her struggle against the metal chains, her wrists tearing open as the coldness of extreme blood loss drained her core. They had stolen her mother's wealth, her home, and now her life, leaving her to flatline in complete darkness. As her vision faded into gray, extreme fury flooded her veins. Why did her mother have to choke on her own foam while these parasites lived in luxury? She swore to herself with her last heartbeat that if she ever had another chance, she would tear them all apart. A sharp alarm clock rang out, and Annette's eyes snapped open to the smell of peeling paint. She was back in her cramped trailer at seventeen, exactly three days before her nightmare originally began. She smashed the mirror, grabbed her hidden cash, and headed straight to Manhattan to secure her mother's legacy before they even knew she existed. This time, the timid country girl they expected was dead. The legendary hacker had returned, and the game was about to start.”