The Disowned Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“You know what I hate most about you?” Elliot’s voice thundered, loud enough to pierce through the silent air. His eyes were blazing with disgust. “It’s not even that you’re useless. It’s that you never admit you’re pulling flashy stunts for attention!”His words cut deep, sharper than the slap that was still burning on her cheek. Julia stood there, her chest rising and falling, her whole body trembling.Elliot didn’t stop. “You have nothing in your head, Julia. No sense of responsibility, no purpose, nothing! You don’t even deserve to be my sister. You’re not worth my attention!”Julia’s throat tightened. She blinked hard, forcing back the tears that had already betrayed her once. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, the taste of humiliation bitter on her lips. Still, she said nothing.She turned, wanting to walk away from both of them, but Bosco grabbed her arm again. His grip was firm, controlling.“Enough of this drama,” he said, glaring at her. “Elliot hit you because

The party hall at Olive Hotel was already sparkling with life and colour. Gold ribbons hung from the ceiling, and the chandeliers glittered like captured stars. At the far end of the hall, the Reynolds family stood together, perfectly composed as always. Gavin Reynolds, tall and confident, was in a deep navy tuxedo, one arm around his wife, Megan. Beside them, their sons, Bosco and Elliot, chatted with a group of men in suits. And in front of them, the shining star of the family, Bella Reynolds, smiled gracefully at the guests as though the entire celebration was meant for her alone.A female guest with diamond earrings approached, raising her glass toward Gavin. “Mr. Reynolds, congratulations,” she said warmly. “Not only do you have two capable sons, but also such a smart daughter. You’re truly winning in life.”Before Gavin could respond, another guest - an older man with silver hair, joined in. “Indeed,” he said. “This event is for the top fifty students and their families, righ

"Emilia has been sending you one hundred thousand dollars every month," Bosco said, his voice rising with fury that made everyone turn. "That’s three point six million dollars in three years, Julia! How can you stand there and say you have no money?"Julia stood calmly, her hands folded in front of her. Her face was unreadable. "I never received a dime from you or anyone here," she said quietly.Bosco’s laugh came short and sharp. "You’re bold enough to tell such a blatant lie? Julia, you never change." He turned sharply. "Let me prove it. I’ll call Emilia here right now so you can face her yourself."He scanned the hall and raised his voice. “Emilia!”From the crowd, a young woman hurried forward in her black uniform. She bowed slightly, her voice shaky. “Master Bosco.”Bosco pointed at her. “Tell everyone what you’ve been sending to Julia every month for the past three years. Speak up.”Emilia froze, her fingers trembling. Her lips moved slowly. “Sir… I haven’t sent her any money.”

“Your mother is in charge of this,” Gavin said sharply, turning to his wife. His face was hard, his tone louder than usual. “Megan, did you forget to transfer Julia to Berlin Gates Academy?”Megan shuddered a little but kept her hands clasped together neatly, her expression calm, almost too calm. “I didn’t transfer her because I didn’t want her presence to affect Bella,” she replied, her voice soft but firm. “Besides, with grades like hers, she’d only end up feeling discouraged in a top-tier school. She was better off staying where she was.”Her words were smooth, convincing to the ear, but cruel to the heart. She turned to Julia, her face gentle. “Julia, I did this for your own good. I’m sure you’ll understand one day.”Julia gave a small, sad laugh. “For my own good?” she repeated slowly, her voice laced with disbelief. “You didn’t even know what school I attended, and you call this for my good?” She stepped closer. “Tell me, Mum, were you afraid I’d embarrass you? Or that people mi

“No way! How’s that even possible?” someone from the crowd burst out, disbelief loud in their voice.Megan turned immediately to her husband, her face pale, her eyes darting. “This is not true, right?” she asked, voice shaking. “There’s no way she scored that well.”Gavin didn’t respond. His mouth was open slightly, but words failed him.Megan turned sharply toward the stage. “Mr. Asher,” she called, her tone desperate now, “Julia couldn’t have aced the exam. Did you get the wrong person?”Before Mr. Asher could answer, Bella’s trembling voice broke in from the stage. “Yeah, it must be a mistake,” she said, her voice cracking as tears gathered in her eyes. “How could a vocational school student not only do well but top the nation?” She turned helplessly from Mr. Asher to her parents, then back again. “That’s just impossible!”Mr. Asher adjusted his glasses slowly and leaned into the microphone. His voice was calm but firm. “It wasn’t a mistake,” he said clearly. “This year’s national