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.

a snicker, put her shoulder into it, and

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

was not Julia tied to the bed

well, if it isn't the Foster family's

moved toward

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

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

been tied up for what felt like forever, wondering if Julia was her saboteur.

all this

"Hahaha!"

laughed heartily, then squinted

Fitx

wouldn't dream of it You, my dear sister Evangeline, are the cherished princess of the Foster family. Such a lofty title-I wouldn't dare."

QUMS

innocence, but

I was like, 'Please, guys'. But you know how it is, Evangeline. These

her innocent act, feeling a wave of queasiness threatening

but look at me.