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Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 775    |    Released on: 25/06/2026

m, their expressions just as cold and unforgi

ake. The panic and fear from her past lif

rporate directive. "Azaria, sign the consent form.

words on the top sheet were stark and cli

ze shifted to Hattie, who was being fussed ove

hed Azaria's lips. "Hattie,

ble flinch. Then she leaned deeper into her mother's embrace, her voi

an unfamiliar room, would walk with hesitation, testing the ground. They

o the room like a sto

feet. A small, glistening patch of water, spilled b

s face. She had never imagined

defense. "What nonsense are you ta

hy don't we call in the best ophthalmologist in the city for a full examinat

had a reputation for being incorruptible. He coul

s, pleading, submission. Not this sharp, agg

rying to crush her with t

he bed and stood up, meeting his furious gaze without flinching. "What's inso

challenged, his sister questioned, he lunged forward

is fingers could tou

pty air. At the same time, she drove her elbow upward, a

outstretched wrist, pivoted, and exe

floor with a sickening thud. He tried to break his fall with his hand, b

scream ripped

d disbelief. They couldn't process what they had just seen. This quiet,

ord, her expression gla

he faced at school, she had been secretly training in Krav Mag

Azaria didn't hesitate. She spu

lock her path. But Azaria was fast, agile as a cat. She slipp

y, not daring to look back. She headed for the emergen

Arthur's enraged roar. "Get

nt, she glanced back. She saw them crowded in the doorway of her

ant smirk cro

rd, she and the War

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Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady
Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady
“As the adopted daughter of the wealthy Warren family, Azaria spent her whole life trying to please them. But during a yacht trip in a storm, her sister Hattie suddenly scratched her own arm until it bled and threw herself into their brother's arms. "Sister... why did you have to push me?" Hattie sobbed. Without listening to a single word of Azaria's explanation, her brother Ford nearly crushed her wrist and dragged her across the slippery deck. Her adoptive father, Arthur, looked at her with pure disgust. "The Warren family has no daughter as venomous as you," he said coldly. Then, without a second of hesitation, he kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her tumbling off the railing and into the freezing Atlantic. As she thrashed in the dark, churning water, her last sight was Hattie's victorious smirk and her family turning their backs on her. Saltwater flooded her lungs, bringing a tearing, agonizing pain. Family, love, belonging... it was all a cruel, elaborate lie. In her final moments of life, her despair turned into a burning hatred. If she lived, she would make them all pay in blood. Opening her eyes again, the smell of the ocean was replaced by the sharp scent of antiseptic. She was back in the hospital, exactly three month before her death. It was the day Hattie faked a car accident to claim she was blind, and her father and brother were forcing Azaria to sign a consent form to donate her corneas to her. Looking at their impatient faces and Hattie's crocodile tears, Azaria picked up the paperwork. Under their stunned gazes, she slowly and deliberately tore the consent form to pieces.”