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2026-03-04 04:31:32Ever since the day of the reunion, Clara had never slacked off—every single day, without fail, she'd give Sean Howard his acupuncture treatment.
She even wrote out herbal prescriptions for Michael Howard to pick up, then personally brewed the medicinal mix for Sean's daily baths.
That pungent, bitter scent of herbs filled the cramped little house, yet somehow, amidst all that, the Howards smelled something else—it was hope.
Seeing that spark return to her parents' eyes, watching her siblings find newfound motivation because of her, Clara wasn't just determined to heal her father's legs—she wanted this family to live well, really live.
That evening, while the whole family sat together planning out their expenses for next month, Clara quietly said, "I know things haven't been easy. From now on, let me help hold this family up."
Everyone froze for a second—and then they all laughed.
Nancy reached out and patted her head gently. "Silly girl, your dad, your siblings—we're all here. You just focus on your studies."
Clara didn't argue. She just smiled softly.
Meanwhile, over at the Bennetts' villa, things were the exact opposite—tense and gloomy.
The once lively living room, always buzzing with guests, was now eerily quiet.
With a growl, Robert slammed his phone down onto the pricey Persian rug. The screen shattered instantly.
"Useless! They're all useless! I can't even get a meeting with the CEO of Trivora!"
His red-rimmed eyes and disheveled hair erased any trace of the successful businessman he used to be.
Vivian sat nearby, her always-perfect face now tight with worry. "Robert, what the hell is going on? Didn't we have a solid partnership with Trivora all these years?"
"How the hell should I know?" Robert snapped. "They just said they 'don't work with liars who betray trust! What lies? What betrayal?!
"I'm going over there myself!"
Still unwilling to give up, he drove straight to Trivora Group's towering skyscraper in the heart of the city.
But he didn't even get through the front door.
The same security team that used to greet him with respect now blocked him coldly. "Mr. Bennett, you're not on the visitor list. Please leave."
"Do you know who I am?! I'm the chairman of Bennett Enterprises! I demand to see your CEO!" Robert tried to force his way inside.
"Mr. Bennett, we ask that you respect yourself," the guard replied sternly, not even bothering to hide his scorn. "Our CEO gave very clear orders—not a single person from the Bennett family is allowed in."
With that, they practically shoved him out of the revolving doors.
Standing at the edge of the bustling street, staring up at the massive skyscraper that reeked of power and money, Robert finally felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Without the shelter of Trivora Group, the Bennett Enterprise was like a puppet with its strings cut—those formerly enthusiastic partners bailed without hesitation, while debt collection calls from the banks came one after another...
From the outside, the Bennett family still looked glamorous, but inside it was already falling apart, full of cracks and on the brink of collapse.
But Rachel Bennett was totally lost in the glitz and glamour of being the true heiress, completely clueless about the storm brewing around her.
Standing in front of a full-length mirror in her closet, she carefully clipped on a pair of diamond earrings worth six figures and smoothed the collar of her Chanel Spring Haute Couture suit.
The girl in the mirror sparkled with luxury brands, looking nothing like the same Rachel who wore a faded T-shirt and chopped wood by the stove at the Howards' just weeks ago.
"This is how I'm really supposed to live."
She smiled to herself, grabbed a brand-new crocodile leather clutch, and gracefully headed downstairs like she was walking a red carpet.
Vivian gave her a quick look—something unspoken flashed in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with a warm smile. "Heading out, Rachel? You look amazing. Totally suits the status of a real Bennett heiress."
Soaking up the flattery, Rachel raised her chin like a peacock spreading its feathers and slid into the luxury car parked out front.
She pulled out her phone, angling the camera carefully to frame part of the mansion, the gleam of her watch, and the sleek logo on her limited edition purse—each shot casually dripping with wealth. Her caption? "Back where I belong. Feels like life's finally smiling at me."
The post blew up instantly. Likes. Comments. All flooding in.
"Oh wow! Rachel, you're actually from a rich family?"
"That house! That bag! I'm seriously jealous!"
"Knew from the start you had that noble vibe—you were born for this life!"
Watching old classmates, acquaintances—even some who used to brush her off—now falling over themselves to flatter her in the comments, Rachel's ego was riding high.
But soon, something more twisted crept in.
These online praises weren't enough. She craved more. She needed to see, face to face, just how miserable that fake heiress Clara Howard really was now.
She needed to show Clara who the real queen was—and who was just a pathetic copy, barely clinging to the ashes of her old life.
With that thought burning in her mind, she told the driver, "Take me to Apricot Lane, Westside."
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Reborn Heiress: Claiming Power And Pleasure 008
Chapter 8Rachel Bennett had been in the family for three weeks and she'd already decided the most important thing about being rich was that other people could tell.Not the money itself — the money was abstract, numbers on accounts she didn't fully understand yet, cards that worked everywhere without her having to check. It was the way people looked at her when she walked into a room in the right clothes. The way doors opened. The way salesgirls materialized. She'd spent eighteen years being looked through and she was done with it. Done. She wanted to be looked at and she wanted it constantly.So when Vivian mentioned the Hargrove luncheon — the kind of thing the Bennett women attended every season, forty guests, private dining room at the Aldren Club, the city's old money doing what old money did which was mostly sit in a room together and confirm each other's existence — Rachel said yes before Vivian finished the sentence."You'll need to be on your best behavior," Vivian said, in
Reborn Heiress: Claiming Power And Pleasure 007
Chapter 7Nicholas didn't go looking for information on Clara Howard the night of the reception.He waited two days. Which, for him, was unusual.He was not someone who let things sit. When something didn't add up he dealt with it — pulled the thread, found the end, moved on. It was how he'd run Evans Group since he was twenty-eight and it was how he ran most things in his life. Loose ends made him uncomfortable in a way he'd stopped apologizing for.Clara Howard was a loose end.He knew it the second she'd said *correcting something* and walked away. The way she'd said it — easy, clean, no drama behind it — like she was describing something as simple as returning a library book. But her eyes when she said it were something else entirely. Settled in a way that didn't come from nowhere. The kind of settled that comes after a decision has already been made and the only thing left is execution.He'd watched her work the Donwell rep from across the room. Fourteen minutes. The man had come
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The Evans Group autumn reception was not the kind of event you showed up to uninvited. It was held every year in the top two floors of the Meridian Hotel, invitation only, the kind of guest list where every name on it knew every other name on it and newcomers got noticed immediately and sized up before they'd finished their first drink.Clara had been to it once before. In her last life, she'd attended as a Bennett — standing slightly behind Vivian, smiling when she was supposed to smile, invisible in the way that daughters who aren't quite daughters learn to be invisible. She'd watched from that careful distance as the city's money moved around the room, who approached whom first, who laughed too loud, who kept their back to the wall.She'd paid attention even then. She just hadn't had anywhere to put it yet.This time she walked in alone.Black dress, nothing showy. Hair up. The single piece of jewelry she wore was a slim bracelet that had belonged to Nancy's mother, old gold gone s
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The registrar's office had moved over summer break and nobody had updated the school website. Clara found this out after climbing to the fourth floor, being told by a bored work-study student that it was actually on the seventh now, climbing three more floors, and arriving at a frosted glass door with a sign that said *Enrollment & Records* and a waiting area with four chairs and a number machine that printed numbers on the kind of thin thermal paper that curls at the edges.She took a number. Sat down. Opened her folder.She'd had the documents notarized twice because the first notary had stamped the wrong field. She'd caught it herself, gone back, gotten it fixed without making a fuss. That was three weeks ago. She'd been carrying the folder since then, checking it occasionally the way you check your pockets for your keys — not because you think they're gone, just because the cost of being wrong is too high.Number seven was being served. She was fourteen.She settled in and waited.
Reborn Heiress: Claiming Power And Pleasure 004
Ever since the day of the reunion, Clara had never slacked off—every single day, without fail, she'd give Sean Howard his acupuncture treatment.She even wrote out herbal prescriptions for Michael Howard to pick up, then personally brewed the medicinal mix for Sean's daily baths.That pungent, bitter scent of herbs filled the cramped little house, yet somehow, amidst all that, the Howards smelled something else—it was hope.Seeing that spark return to her parents' eyes, watching her siblings find newfound motivation because of her, Clara wasn't just determined to heal her father's legs—she wanted this family to live well, really live.That evening, while the whole family sat together planning out their expenses for next month, Clara quietly said, "I know things haven't been easy. From now on, let me help hold this family up."Everyone froze for a second—and then they all laughed.Nancy reached out and patted her head gently. "Silly girl, your dad, your siblings—we're all here. You jus
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Nancy led Clara into the inner room a bit nervously, lifting the old but clean curtain. "Clara, this is your dad."Then she turned to the man lying in bed and added gently, "Honey, this is our daughter... Clara."The dim light flickered softly, casting shadows over the thin man propped against the bedframe, a light blanket covering his lower body. His face was pale, but his eyes—despite the years of illness—were unexpectedly clear. The moment he laid eyes on Clara, a light sparked in them. "Good... You're back, that's all that matters. Sorry I look like this, hope I didn't scare you."Clara's heart clenched a little at his plain, heartfelt words.Without any hesitation, she walked up and sat by the bed."Dad," she said naturally, like she'd called him that a thousand times before. "Can I take a look at your leg? I've studied a bit of medicine."Her words left everyone momentarily stunned—Sean, her father; Nancy; and even her older siblings: Michael, David, and Emily, who'd just gotten
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