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.

snicker, put her shoulder into it, and

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

time, it was not Julia tied to

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

moved toward

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

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

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

all this trouble

"Hahaha!"

heartily, then squinted her

Fitx

it You, my dear sister Evangeline, are the cherished princess of the Foster family. Such a

QUMS

voice dripped with feigned innocence, but

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

her innocent act, feeling a wave of queasiness threatening to spill out. She fought

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