Sweet Revenge of The Rejected Daughter

Chapter 2Alice’s POVA year had passed, and I became a ghost to the people that once treated me like their world. I lingered near the dinner room doorway, the scent of roasted chicken and Victoria’s favorite baked Alaska cake filling the air. There I stood, watching helplessly as my mother and brother swarmed around her, their voices, a chorus of care and silent competition. I was left alone, no one bothering to spare me a glance. Looking at the varieties of dishes on the polished table, I realized that once again, they were all her favorites including the ones I was allergic to. Without a word, I turned, leaving the suffocating atmosphere and helped myself to a bowl of cereal. Arriving at my sanctuary, my eyes welled up, looking at the tight space and simple furnishings. It was a box, tucked away in the forgotten corner of the house. The walls were dull, a simple bed occupying most of the space. I once had a room filled with plush cushions, a large wardrobe filled with designer clo

Chapter 4Alice’s POVMy eyes snapped open, heavy, as if they had been glued shut, the sudden sharp light blurring my vision. I wanted to move but my body didn’t listen, feeling like it was hit by a truck. The low, intense hum of medical equipment and distant beeping of a cardiac monitor echoed in my ears. I tried to speak, but only a weak groan escaped as my throat was so dry. The atmosphere was thick with the smell of antiseptic cleaners and lingering hints of alcohol wipes. Taking a deep breath, a sharp, stabbing pain surged through my ribs, spreading to my chest and back. I groaned in pain, clutching my abdomen. “Miss Alice!” Nancy called out, bringing a pillow against my chest. “Hold this. It will help with the pain.”“Tha…thank you,” I managed to speak, my voice coming out raspy. “How did I…get here?” “You were involved in a car accident,” she said, her eyes welling with tears. My head throbbed, the memories flooding in. “Where’s father and mother?” My eyes darted around the

Chapter 6Alice’s POVA knock snapped me out of my thoughts. The door swung open, Hannah walking in. “Ma’am, it’s time to take your bath,” she said, bowing her head to the ground.“I can do it myself.”“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her lips shivering. “It’s my duty. Please, just allow me.”I sighed. We arrived at the big bathroom, the sweet scent of lavender lingering in the air. The tub was filled with milk, and fresh rose petals were scattered across the surface. Hannah took off my clothes, gently helping me into the water. Then, more maids came in. “What’s with the whole charade," I asked, knowing the answer in my mind. “Tonight is a special night,” Hannah muttered. “We have to prepare you.” Cold dread crept beneath my skin. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Prepare me for what?” They all froze, avoiding eyes contact. Hannah’s face turned red, blooming with a blush. At that moment, I knew. But I still wanted to hear it. “Huh?” I pressed on. “For him,” she whispered, her face

Alice’s POVMy grip on the fork tightened. “We have a wedding to crash,” I repeated, my gaze dazed and unfocused. “Did you really think I’d let them celebrate without a little bit of drama?” He said. “After what they did to my wife. Never.”The word “wife” caught me off guard, warmth spreading through me. But it was short-lived as the image of Victoria and Michael smiling flashed in my head. My jaw tightened, my nose flaring up. “They think I’m dead,” I murmured.“And that,” Klaus replied, dabbing his lips with a napkin, “is exactly why it will be entertaining.”I released a heavy breath, a nervous feeling twisting in my stomach. Revenge was no longer a fantasy. It was real.A small smile formed on my lips, my eyes shining with anticipation. “You’re smiling,” he said. “I’m not.”“You are,” he replied. “Looks like you’re more excited about this than me.”“I just want to see their expressions,” I muttered. “The look on their faces when they see me alive.”“Hmm. That’s how it start

Alice’s POVThe entire hall descended into chaos.“Alice is alive!”“How is this possible?”“OMG… wasn’t she declared dead?”“I even attended her funeral.”The whispers erupted like wildfire, the volumes increasing more than the last. Cameras flashed nonstop, reporters scrambling to capture every moment. Victoria staggered back, her body going weak. Tears gathered in her eyes, but this time, I could see fear in them. Michael’s face was drained, staring at me as if he had just seen a corpse crawling out of the grave. And maybe he did. I tilted my head slightly, enjoying the reactions on their faces “Surprised?”“A…Alice,” Fiona whispered, shaking from the front row. Her hands trembled on her chest. Jeremiah stood frozen beside her, his eyes locked on me with disbelief. For once, the mighty Jeremiah Sterling composure crumbled. Suddenly, Victoria burst into tears.“Alice!” She cried dramatically, clutching Michael’s arm. “You’re alive? Oh my God…we thought you were dead!The audaci