Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Julia knew that scene by heart; it was etched into her memory forever.

There was no fond remembrance, no sense of reunion, just a surge of hatred that filled her heart.

The first time, it was Walter's goons who dragged her there. She was bound and helpless, tied to an old, rusty bed. Ignored by everyone, those men left her there, alone on that cold bed, drowning in a sea of despair.

How ironic.

Back then, Julia knew nothing, still naively hoping Walt would come to her rescue.

Eventually, Walt did show up... but not to save her. He was the one who sent her tumbling into a new kind of hell.

A hell far worse than that rusty bed.

Julia's steps were deliberate, slow, as if she was measuring the warehouse with her feet.

She stopped only when she reached a narrow iron door.

Julia's lips twisted into a wicked grin as she pictured the scene inside. She could not believe Evangeline's turn of fate.

fought back a snicker, put her shoulder into it, and shoved

just like when she was the one in ropes. The same rickety metal bed stood there,

time, it was not Julia tied to the bed it was

if it isn't the Foster family's darling princess.

toward

so giddy with joy that she could almost scream. Maybe it was seeing Evangeline

it was knowing that Evangeline's fate-alive or dead, saint or sinner-was

forever, wondering if Julia

why go through all this trouble

"Hahaha!"

laughed heartily, then squinted her

Fitx

my dear sister Evangeline, are the

QUMS

voice dripped with feigned innocence, but in

it is, Evangeline. These goons don't know how to hold back, and Dwas out

a wave of queasiness threatening to spill out.

say 'please', but look at me. This