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Rejected Orphan? Watch The True Heiress Shine

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1126    |    Released on: Today at 10:13

as everyone stared at the v

when Isadora turned toward the large, ornate bra

her slender wrist, Isadora t

an

metal and stone rang throug

lief. Macy's victorious smile

a, have you completely lost your mind?! That was your sister's most treasured gift, offered

hem, her gaze cool, aloof, and

aid languidly. "If it's mine, I have ev

and cheap brass prongs-I'm genuinely curious what third-rate back-alley workshop was hired to p

posedly "exclusive designer" piece had been dissec

ngle item you people ever bought for me remains upstairs in that bedroom untouched.

r to curry favor with Brenda: "Your own money? Miss Isadora, eve

f ice, pinning the woman to the wall with a

rmured, her voice smooth yet razor-sharp. "You are paid to clea

color as she clamped her li

's en

gh as if playing the martyr. Straightening his suit, he put on a practiced show of patriarchal magna

her voice flat and formal. "Mr. S

Sh

ith sudden embarrassment before the watching servants. The eighteen-year familial bond had

ded maid whispered vindictively to Warren, u

truments, their brushed edges worn smooth from years of relentless use. Tucked alongside it was a folded slip of parchment bearin

, the last thing he wanted was the indignity of having hi

y double doors and stepped out into the crisp evening

te driveway. At the wrought-iron front ga

as crumpled, one side bore severe scrapes and dents, and th

er's side. His glasses were crooked and a smudge of oil stained his lapel

less, breathtaking elegance. Her features bore an uncanny resemblance to his Madam in her younger years-yet t

r bowed deeply, his voice full of g

ay and we clipped a guardrail. I was so afraid of delaying your precious time that I didn't return home to swap ve

rved into a faint

g Miss?" sh

others above you!" the driver added hurriedly. "Forgive my lack of ma

thers? A dedic

beneath the battered paint, she recognized the hand-finished curves of a bespoke custom Rol

eren't quite the destitute paupers

asked, looking at her lone backpack with concern.

wn is right here," Isado

a moment. I must bring the greeting gifts prepared by the Master and Madam inside to

pulled the handle to open th

an

oor hinges snapped loose, and the enti

in horror, his fac

e Shaw villa swung wide as Warren, Brenda, and Macy strutte

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Rejected Orphan? Watch The True Heiress Shine
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“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.”