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Rejected Orphan? Watch The True Heiress Shine

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 739    |    Released on: Today at 10:13

e fabric of the bag, her wrist flic

by necklace tumbled out of the velvet case, clatteri

ing both hands over her mouth in dramatic horr

orridor, her footsteps furious. "What i

thered at the end of the hall, whisper

the fallen necklace with trembl

weet through the entire foyer. "It's completely fine! I was going to give it to her

. "You giving it to her is charity! Her taking it behind our backs is theft! Eighteen

took it-you're just trying to plan for your future, right? Your real parents have no jobs, you have five unmarried brothers who need to scrape together dowries,

ght on cue, their voices hush

! That custom piece is worth at l

ner craft that exclusively for Miss Macy-

e's willing to part with it for someon

dora has turned out to

se, lifting her chin with an expr

s a bottomless black hole-ten necklaces wouldn't be enough to fill their debts! She doesn't deserve a single

orm of accusations, Isado

ng with cool amusement. She looked at Macy-at the fragile, quivering l

into a languid, dangerous smirk. After all this plotting, is

er spine. There was no panic, no tearful plea, no desperate defense. Isadora's aura wa

back from Brenda and stepped right in front of Isadora, th

d Mom back... Just take it

at the cloudy red stone, then slo

watched with bated breath, and Macy wore the smile of someone who

t. Her slender fingers wrapped around the velv

d with triumphant

, Isadora tilted her head, the corner of her li

spered, her voice dangerously calm, "I supp

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Rejected Orphan? Watch The True Heiress Shine
Rejected Orphan? Watch The True Heiress Shine
“For eighteen years, I was the unwanted orphan raised by the newly wealthy Shaw family. But at my farewell dinner, my adoptive sister Macy framed me for stealing her cheap designer necklace, just to humiliate me before kicking me back to the slums. "You ungrateful little rat! We feed you for eighteen years, and you repay us by stealing on your way out?" My adoptive mother screamed, violently tearing through my only canvas backpack to expose me. When she found nothing, she lunged forward to physically strip-search my coat, laughing that I wouldn't survive a single day in the gutter without their money. They even slapped away the ten-million-dollar parting check my real family's butler tried to hand them, sneering that they didn't need "poor people's garbage." I looked at the weak man I had called a father and the vicious women who had abused me, feeling the last microscopic trace of warmth turn to dead ash. They genuinely believed I was a helpless beggar who would freeze on the streets, completely unaware that the flawless diamond resting against my collarbone was worth more than their entire estate. They didn't know I was the only daughter of the ultra-powerful Beaumont dynasty, or that I held a legendary medical degree and a billion-dollar miracle drug in my bag. Tossing their pathetic frame-up into the trash, I stepped into my tactical convoy. "To the hospital," I told my butler. It was time to save a dying Wall Street billionaire and let the Shaws see what real power looked like.”