Unmasking the Heiress

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.

She fought back a snicker, put her shoulder into it, and shoved the door open.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The room was a blast from the past, just like 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 major change.

This time, it was not Julia tied to the bed it was Evangeline.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Foster family's darling princess. It's been a while..."

Julia, heels clicking, moved toward Evangeline step by step.

She was so giddy with joy that she could almost scream. Maybe it was seeing Evangeline sprawled on the bed like a slab of meat?

Or perhaps it was knowing that Evangeline's fate-alive or dead, saint or sinner-was all in her hands?

Evangeline had been tied up for what felt like forever, wondering if Julia was her saboteur. When the door swung open, she got her answer.

"Julia, why go through all this trouble to kidnap me?"

"Hahaha!"

Julia laughed heartily, then squinted her eyes.

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"Kidnap you? I 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." ,

Her voice dripped with feigned innocence, but in the next instant...

"So I was like, 'Please, guys'. But you know how it is, Evangeline. These goons don't know how to hold back, and Dwas out of options, right?"

Evangeline watched Julia put on her innocent act, feeling a wave of queasiness threatening to spill out. She fought it down.

"Cut the act, Julia. It's over. You say 'please', but look at me. This is your handiwork, isn't it?"

She thrust out her bound wrists for Julia to see.

One thing was crystal clear-if Julia had not given the word, no one would dare lay a finger on her, not with her reputation in Avalon City.

"Out with it. What's your endgame?"

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She never thought that just taking David to the hospital would land her in Julia's trap, yet there she was, shackled to a frigid metal cot.

Not a second went by that Evangeline felt safe, wondering what that mess would mean for her and the baby she was carrying. Grandpa...

If he found out she was snatched by Julia, it might just break him.