The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 205 Who Are My Real Parents?

Sloane had already ruled out her adoptive parents. Years ago, she’d taken a DNA test with them–there was no biological connection.

But now, something else struck her as off. She’d been staying at the Rivers estate… And no one from the family had shown up in Stonebridge to check on Samantha. If Samantha really were their biological daughter, how could they possibly stay away?

Five years ago, she’d been so eager to earn her place in the Rivers family that she missed all the things that didn’t add up.

Now that she was piecing everything together, the doubts kept piling up.

“Wait–where’s Samantha?” Sloane asked.

Lena’s expression shifted. A flicker of discomfort crossed her face before she answered.

“While you were in the hospital, Samantha used your room key to get into Mason’s suite. They spent the entire night together at the hotel. The next morning, Mason’s people took her to his private villa.” She hesitated, weighing whether to say more— but in the end, Sloane deserved the truth. “After they left the hotel, our people went in to check the room. The place was… a mess. Pretty disturbing, actually. They found some blood–stained whips and other… things.”

Lena hadn’t wanted to share the details. Sloane was still young, and this wasn’t something she should have to hear. But shielding her from the truth could cloud her judgment, and Lena knew she needed the full picture to make decisions.

She didn’t need every detail to understand what probably

Hawthorne Group. She’d seen a shot at becoming Mrs. Hawthorne—a ticket to power,

that Mason had already been

1/3

in him

of that mattered right

find out the truth about where she came

a quiet set of instructions. Lena nodded quickly. “Got it.

warehouse on the edge of town, a lone flickering bulb hung from the ceiling, casting distorted shadows

a strip of duct tape sealed her mouth. Her eyes were wild with fear and fury as she writhed against the ropes, struggling to break free–but

heavy door creaked open. A cold gust of wind swept in as Sloane stepped through the doorway. She wore a black coat, her posture steady, her expression sharp and unreadable, eyes cold

to rage. She kicked at the floor and growled beneath the tape, clearly shouting

in front of her, looking down without a hint of

Helen’s mouth in

Helen snapped. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You kidnapped me! Are you out of your mind? The Rivers family

returning the favor.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “And let’s be honest–do you really think the Rivers family still has any pull over