The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 103

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 lost me in a

grew suffocating. “He let me away to a man in his fifties. If

A chilling pause.

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

her head slightly, her gaze fixing itself onto Evan. Her smile was razor–sharp. “So, tell me, dear Mr. Evan, how exactly

family sat stiffly, their faces grim,

she stopped herself. Because she knew, Sierra

tone, her voice devoid of hatred or resentment. But that only made it worse; the pain was too deep. The betrayal had long since become part of her bones.

already sell me off to the Xanders? I’d say that more than covered

Sierra’s icy

talk about blood ties. I think I’ve already repaid those,

through the tension in the air.

lecturing ine, shouldn’t you be focusing on your precious little sister? You hold such a high moral standard, so surely, your dear Denise wouldn’t dare shark her own responsibilities, right? After all, Mr. Coleman and Ms.

dug into her palms; her breath uneven.

a reminder that Denise was nothing but a misplaced

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

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