Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
The Roberts family’s villa in Eighfast hummed with an uneasy stillness, broken only by the echo of approaching footsteps.
“Yelena, back so soon?” Sonya Roberts leaned against the doorframe, a smug smile painted on her lips. “Brett White may be older, but he’s everything a woman could want—rich, influential, and dependable. You should be honored to have such a chance to be his wife p>
Yelena Roberts’ expression hardened.
Before Sonya could react, Yelena surged forward, her palm colliding sharply with Sonya’s cheek. The crack of the slap rang through the room, cutting through Sonya’s arrogance.
“Why don’t you take this ‘chance’ for yourself, Sonya?” Yelena’s voice cut like a blade, her eyes narrowed with scorn. “You spiked my drink, didn’t you p>
Sonya clutched her stinging cheek, her confidence crumbling into a strangled gasp, as the fierce red imprint of Yelena’s fingers seared into her skin.
“Yelena! You insolent girl! Have you gone mad?” Tatiana Roberts stormed forward, her face twisted in rage and disbelief as she glared daggers at Yelena. “How dare you hit Sonya p>
What an ungrateful wretch!
After all, Yelena wasn’t even a Roberts.
Three months ago, a trip to the hospital changed everything. Yelena had been admitted for an injury, and what should have been a routine blood test shattered her world wide open.
Her rare blood type didn’t match Jonathan Roberts or his wife—her supposed parents. The revelation shattered the once happy family of three—Yelena wasn’t their real daughter.
Desperate to restore balance, the Roberts family launched an exhaustive search for their true daughter. They found her in Sonya, a woman who slid seamlessly into the life that had never been meant for Yelena. From that day on, Yelena became a ghost in her own home, a usurper unwittingly basking in luxuries meant for Sonya. What was once hers was now declared an injustice, an insult to Sonya’s rightful claim.
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Jonathan and Tatiana needed to make amends with their newfound daughter.
But simply cutting Yelena loose? That seemed wasteful. Brett White, a wealthy associate, had expressed a certain infatuation with Yelena. If they played their cards right, marrying her off would guarantee a five-million-dollar payoff.
So, they hatched a sinister plan.
A drugged drink. A room prepared for betrayal. They intended to hand her over like a pawn, signed and sealed. Yelena, however, shattered their scheme, slipping away from their clutches in the nick of time.
She turned to Tatiana, defiant and composed, her voice cutting through the room like a blade.
“She drugged me, ridiculed me, and treated me like I was nothing. So tell me, don’t you think that slap was well deserved p>
Sonya’s face fell, her lips trembling before she plastered on a look of false hurt. “I was thinking of your future,” she replied, her voice sickly sweet. “Mother told me your real family was from a poor village. Marrying Mr. White would elevate your entire existence. Surely, that’s a blessing p>