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Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 764    |    Released on: 25/06/2026

a ran, her lungs burning. Behind her, the heavy footsteps of t

s would be watched. She needed to fi

into the quieter, more luxurious section of the hospital. The security here was tigh

pure desperation, she saw a door that was slightly

ssing against the cool wood. She took deep, shuddering br

rvey the room. It was a top-tier private suite,

ir. Her eyes were closed, her face a pale, waxy gray

rmed it. It was emitting a single, hig

ac ar

was Matilda Sterling, Demetri Sterling's grandmoth

the need to survive and fend for herself. She had even practiced medicine on the black m

icked shout, followed by the sound of running

If they found her here, now, she would be an int

ace, images of the ocean from her previous l

owed

thought cut through

er movements swift and sure. She checked Matilda's pupils.

Dilated cardiomyopathy leading to acut

d. She grabbed a small paring knife. From her pocket, she produced a disposable li

intricate bun of her hair. It was her true mother's, a keepsake sh

am was coming, but they would be too late, or thei

nto a series of key acupressure points on Matilda's chest, a

e final, crucial insertion, the

Demetri Ster

patient's gown, holding a silver needle poised over the mat

orrified shriek. "Wha

filled with such sorrow in her vision, were now gl

amping around Azaria's wrist like a manacle of steel

s expression didn't waver. She met his deadly gaze with

that moment, a moment no one else had noticed, the flat line that signifie

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Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady
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“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.”