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.

her shoulder into it, and

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

it was not Julia tied

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

heels clicking, moved toward Evangeline step by

it was seeing Evangeline sprawled on the

Evangeline's fate-alive or dead, saint or sinner-was all in

for what felt like forever, wondering if Julia was her saboteur. When the door swung open,

through all this trouble to

"Hahaha!"

heartily, then squinted her

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dream of it You, my dear sister Evangeline, are the cherished princess of the Foster family. Such a lofty title-I

QUMS

with feigned innocence, but in the

how it is, Evangeline. These goons don't know

her innocent act, feeling a wave of queasiness threatening to

the act, Julia. It's over. You say 'please', but look at me. This is your