The Lost Heiress 100

Chapter 100 Debts of Blood and Betrayal

Sietta’s voice was calm, unnervingly so, as she spoke.

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“Every time my father lost money, he would come home and beat my mother. When I was little, I tried to protect her. I’d throw myself in front of her, thinking it I took the hits instead, she’d be spared”

She let out a small laugh, bitter and cold. “But she never once tried to protect me. If anything, she was relieved. Because if I was there to take the blows, she didn’t have to”

A suffocating silence filled the room. But Sierra was’t finished.

“Whenever I was beaten, she’d just hide in the room, peeking through the door. Then, once he was done, she’d come out and squeeze out a few useless tears. And the next time, She’d do it all over again, pushing me forward without hesitation.

Sierra’s words struck like a whip, each sentence lashing across the pride of the Xander family. Their faces twisted; their expressions frozen in horror

But Sierra continued.

“I nearly dropped out of high school because we couldn’t afford the tuition. I had to pick up trash with my grandmother just to scrape together enough money to study. At the time, I actually believed I had a future.”

into a mocking smile. “But then my father

suffocating. “He let me away to a man in his fifties. If Mr. Cameron hadn’t arrived. that day,

A chilling pause.

regretted it. Not because he felt guilty, but because he

smile was razor–sharp. “So, tell me, dear Mr. Evan, how exactly should I repay that kind of

family sat stiffly, their faces grim,

to hold Sierra, but she stopped herself. Because she knew, Sierra

everything in a calm tone, her voice devoid of hatred or resentment. But that only made it worse; the pain

to the Xanders? I’d say that

Sierra’s icy

swept over the room. “Now, let’s talk about blood ties. I

blades, slicing through the tension in the air. No

a high moral standard, so surely, your dear Denise wouldn’t dare shark her own responsibilities, right? After all, Mr. Coleman and Ms. Lewis are her biological parents. She

into her palms; her breath uneven. I hate her. I hate her

that Denise was nothing but a misplaced imposter. But she knew how to

to tremble as she whispered, ‘Sierra, I know you never liked me. And I’m sorry; this is all my fault. I stole your

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