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.

back a snicker, put her shoulder into it,

when she was the one in ropes. The same rickety metal bed stood there, looking even more worn than before, if that was possible. However, there was one

not Julia tied

the Foster family's darling princess.

toward Evangeline step by

giddy with joy that she could almost scream. Maybe it was seeing Evangeline sprawled on the bed

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

if Julia was her saboteur. When the

all this trouble to kidnap

"Hahaha!"

laughed heartily, then squinted

Fitx

you? I wouldn't dream of it You, my dear sister Evangeline, are the cherished princess

QUMS

with feigned innocence, but in the next

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

wave of

You say 'please', but look at me. This is