They Called Me Daughter While Planning My Downfall novel Chapter 9

Samara was terrified.

With a thud, she kneeled on the ground and desperately kowtowed.

"Stars, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

"Please, forgive me. Don't hold a grudge against me."

My dad eagerly looked at me. "Stars, do feel better now?"

I just felt bored.

After getting in the car, Dad and my brother tried to catch up, but they were stopped by grandpa's bodyguards.

Then, I completed the procedures to live abroad with grandpa.

I thought I would never hear about those people and things from the past again.

But three days later, I still saw news about Samara online.

Dad had hired a group of punks to tie her up in a small grove and have them recreate the same harm I had suffered before.

Samara's screams echoed through the sky.

She collapsed into tears, shouting for dad and my brother.

But no one came to save her.

"Why... why aren't you coming to save me?"

This was a question I couldn't understand back then either.

In the end, Samara was tortured to the point of near death. After being rescued, she was paralyzed from the waist down and would be bedridden for the rest of her life.

Dad and my brother, who had orchestrated this malicious assault, would face legal consequences.

But I had no interest in understanding their grudges anymore.

Abroad, grandpa owned an entire estate.

We lived comfortably.

Until one day on my mother's death anniversary, grandpa fell critically ill and was hospitalized.

Before this, he had already signed an agreement to transfer all of his assets to me for inheritance.

During this time, a woman in her forties came to cause trouble, claiming to be grandpa's daughter and demanding a share of the inheritance.

I guessed she was the fake heiress who had bullied my mom in the past.

But I wasn't my mom. I wouldn't let anyone bully me.

"You're just grandpa's adopted daughter. You should be grateful for the food he gave you, and now you dare to fight for the inheritance?"

When the fake heiress saw me, her eyes turned malicious.

"What nonsense are you talking? I'm dad's most beloved daughter!"

"Let me in, I want to see dad!"

I chuckled lightly and instructed the bodyguards to stop her.

"But grandpa said, he won't see anyone except me."

She became furious. "You bitch, this is intentional!"

I smiled coldly. "Say it again, and I'll make sure you regret knowing how to spell ‘regret.'"

Seeing I was firm, she collapsed on the ground, pretending to be pitiful. She said that after forcing Mom away, grandpa and grandma had kicked her out of the house.

Over the years, she had struggled outside, starving and freezing, and had ended up as a streetwalker.