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The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 839    |    Released on: Today at 10:20

f the stairs. He put on his b

ust got here. Why are you acting like a street thug?

cardboard box sitting near the door. It had her na

y blankets and a few torn shirt

ked, pointing at the trash. "Is this how the

shot a furious glare at Car

t have brought the wrong box! I to

spilled box and headed straight for the s

Annette announced. "Whoever is in

ran to James and grabbed his ar

ved there for five years! All my

expression. "Annette, be reasonable. You are the older sister

tep. She turned and stared dow

ly years ago, the one detailing every single clause of the family trust. She rattled off a string of numbers and legal terms with chilling

rol shattered. He had no idea how she knew about the trust fun

to Gayla. "Go pack your things

rror, then glared at Annette with pure hatre

e doorframe of the massive master bedroom. She watche

shiny gold trophy sitting on the study desk.

ed over and

and lunged forward. "Giv

ld the trophy up to the light. She

pping with mockery. She walked to the railing of the st

"She won the State Science Fair. But it's funny. Inside the cup, it still has the in

n academic glory, was exposed in seconds. She covered her face with he

er, shaking with rage, una

the desk. She looked at the maid who had come up

The loud thud cut off the noise from

w and looked out at the dark

d Beckham had given her, along with the perfume formula. She laid

ulled out a small, black signal jammer she had built years ago and a battered laptop. She flipped t

keyboard. She typed in twelve layers of encryption co

tiple proxies and entered the highest

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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.”