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Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

Chapter 2

Word Count: 765 | Released on: 20/07/2026

. No attachment. No regret. Just

lined streets. Manicured

card holding less than five hundred dollars-her entire

June studied

ines. The city grid rad

stop

ew thi

y memories. This knowledge was old

arter to the south. The financial towers to the east. The gri

e world she had naviga

her old world

ng she had learned as Aurora-every contact, every passwor

through her veins. A cold, sharp

starting f

erground antique market in Blackwood. The

raffiti, June closed her eyes, sifting through Aurora's knowledge: ancie

damp pavement and rotting garbage. She navigated the labyrinth of

d laundromat. Right

tooed man sat behind the counter. His eyes dragged over her thin

his stare and spoke a pa

ee the Old Man

enuine shock. He squinted, re-evaluating her, th

sparked through her. Some

ed down into the muffled sounds of a hid

e. Rows of stalls stretched under dim bulbs, piled with chaotic

She moved through the aisles, scanning the tables. Mos

ting the instincts that

el, a man in a tailored black suit watch

d nearby. "Mr. Bryant, the marke

nswer. His attention

raight, her gait unhurried. She didn't glance ar

rest, a habit that surfaced only whe

his gaze. "A

eyes. The girl had stopped at a stall piled with miscellaneous ju

discarding. It looked like idle curiosity. But Jase c

rd. "Run a chec

variables on

nt." Leo pulle

closed around something small and

me and corrosion. Al

fic weight. The unique tex

bs-the only sign of excitement she allowed hersel

. Her mind already calculating the negot

room, Jase watched h

ne smile touc

urious about how t

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Harman Lowry Romance

“I woke up in a body that wasn't mine. One life I was Aurora-a legendary operative who died in a hail of shrapnel. The other life belonged to June Chaney, a seventeen-year-old girl drained dry by her adoptive family for nine years, used as a walking blood bag for their precious biological daughter. Now I'm her. And I remember everything. The first thing I did? I looked my so-called mother in the eye, told her exactly what she'd been doing to me, and walked out the door without looking back. They thought I was weak. They thought I'd crawl back. They have no idea who they just set free. Because the girl they abused is gone. In her place is someone who can spot a million-dollar artifact in a pile of junk, haggle with underground dealers, and take down two armed men in an alley without breaking a sweat. Someone who can perform emergency surgery with seven silver needles and hack a cyberbully's entire social media existence in under five minutes. I have two lifetimes of knowledge burning in my skull. I have five million dollars in my account. And I have a list of people who need to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong girl. My adoptive family thinks they can drag me back. My real family is searching for me after eighteen years. And somewhere out there, a powerful man is watching my every move-trying to figure out who I really am. Let them come. Let them all come. I've died once. I've been used, drained, and thrown away. This time? I'm the one holding all the cards. "I know everything I need to know. From this day forward, your daughter won't receive a single drop of my blood. Find another supply." I walked out that door. I'm never going back.”