The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 2 Threatening Her

Chapter 2 Threatening Her

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However, in the face of this obvious differential treatment, Sloane’s heart, which had already been shattered and scarred, still throbbed painfully, catching her off guard.

Although she was the biological daughter of the Rivers family, from the beginning, Samantha Rivers had always been the family’s beloved daughter.

Samantha lived in a luxurious room, while Sloane lived in a cramped servant’s

room.

Samantha wore custom–made haute couture dresses from famous international designers, while Sloane only had a few faded, outdated clothes, all of which were leftovers discarded by Samantha.

That year, when Samantha fell into the water, she couldn’t swim. Sloane, desperate, jumped in to save her, but in the end, they accused her of pushing Samantha into the water out of jealousy and locked her away for three days and nights.

In the five years she spent in the asylum, she regretted it–regretted that, upon overhearing the truth about the swap from her adoptive parents, she had rushed to the Rivers family to claim her identity. She regretted that, for that cheap sense of family, she had endured repeated humiliation and schemes without speaking up. She regretted believing their so–called excuse to lay low, only to be sent to this asylumn and tortured for five long years.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions in her heart, and a sarcastic smile once again curled at the corner of her mouth, its bitterness standing out sharply in the dimly lit car.

and Sloane knew that was where her real battle lay–except this time, she had returned

up at the familiar yet unfamiliar

the way, the servants pointed and whispered about her

way back, Adrian tossed her a bag of

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wear after being released, had kindly sent them to her

at it. With a flick of her hand, she

sea.

raised his hand

wrist, and with a light squeeze,

shocked. Why can’t I feel

not the same person who would let you hit and scold me anymore,” she said, her voice cold as if it carried shards of ice, her eyes

tightened her grip, and Adrian, in pain,

whispers of the servants, Sloane straightened her back and walked

Helen Ashford, and Samantha were chatting and laughing. As soon as Helen saw Sloane, a look of disgust appeared on her face, as though she

trace of concern, instead blaming her. “This is all your