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

Chapter 6

Word Count: 766 | Released on: 20/07/2026

ue lights flashing against the alley wall

him. He remembered the silver needles, the safe box

" Theodore calle

y, her silhouette backlit by the s

ore urged. "I must repay th

er voice cool and dist

ast life, loyalties had gotten her ki

slip away into the shadows. By the time the paramedics rushed p

searched the empty alley

Find her. I want to know where she came f

longer routine surveil

the cold window. Her muscles ached, and her shoulder throbbed from the fight.

aid in cash and climbed the narrow stairs to a

e drain. Afterward, she faced the cracked bathroom mirror. The reflection still startled her-a soft, unfamiliar

promised hersel

rs family-mostly threats and insults. June's expression didn't change. She blocked every number-Martha

villa, Martha pace

hoarse from yelling. "She actually dared to stay out a

mere throw. "Mom, don't be so angry. Maybe J

. "She'd better get her ass back here," he growled. "Ariana's physical is n

une was safe. They only

"She blocked us," Martha said, her voice trembling with rag

ial media?" Ariana suggested, her voice sy

she's not back by morning, I'm calling the

seventeen-year-old would eventually come crawling back. But

ther pace and decided

sine to redden her eyes, angled her phone, and snapped a selfie. She looked like t

est life possible. But last night, over a silly little argument, she just... ran away. She blocked all our numbers. I know she's always ha

sentences, Ariana painted her family as selfless savi

ents expressing anger toward th

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

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.”