The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Chapter 8

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down the hallway. He was out of breath, his face red. He

of his office. The Principal plastered a massive, ner

g slightly. "Welcome to White Feather. This is your VIP access card. You have ful

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mistake!" Aberdeen yelled. "She is

d at the Dean. "Shut your mouth, Ab

vy stare from the second-floor window. She knew exactly who w

slipped it into her pocket without sayi

ved that she took it. He b

but led her down the hall. They stopp

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pen. The music stopped. Thirty pairs

anned the room, spotted an empty desk near the window, and

her encrypted phone

from the dark web forum. The anonymous client had doub

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to ice. No one threate

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. The client's entire system crashed and burned.

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fell over

air and a diamond stud in his ear stood over

r desk. The metal scree

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ped a beat, knowing this was her biological c

hair. She crossed her le

t," Anne

d. No one told the He

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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.”