Novel & Cerita Unloved Joyce: Now The Spoiled Adopted Heiress

“But if it is any consolation, I did a little research on her. She is not that bad. She is a workaholic and hates those people who tried to stick around her because of her money. And most importantly, she is not one who dates anyone easily. So her character is far better than Rachel.” “I don’t want to hear about her, Hailey.”, I said. But I knew something inside me deeply broken. I didn’t know why? But I felt really sad to find out that she is everything I didn’t want. Why did moon goddess blessed me with a second chance mate who doesn’t fit my choice? . “Then why do you look sad?” .

She just didn't want to share ours. All the doubts I had in the past came rushing back, and the pain overwhelmed me. The scars on my chest stretched like snakes, curling down to my abdomen. A glaring, ugly suture ran across my neck. Even now, swallowing felt like knives against my throat. The physical agony was unbearable. Combined with the betrayal of the woman I loved, it was too much to endure. There were times I thought I wouldn't make it. While I hovered between life and death in the ICU, Beverly was introducing Celeste to her new dad. The mere thought of it made me sink into the depths of despair, and I felt both ridiculous and pathetic.

As the last light slipped from the sky, the anxiety on my face dissolved. Joyce was still lost in her grand illusion of replacing me, completely unaware that the real paternity test had long since been delivered to the Stone family. By nightfall, people from the Stone family had arrived at the abandoned factory themselves and rescued me. Joyce, however, remained utterly convinced she was destined to become the Stone family heiress. She spent without restraint, desperate to maintain her image. To reassure our classmates, she used the money from the online loans to pay off one of the auction items.

Linda cried every day as well, putting on the appearance of a heartbroken mother. Meanwhile, fearing that his mother would die with regrets, George found an abandoned baby boy who bore a resemblance to his missing son and brought him home, passing him off as his biological child. He had not expected everything to have been planned by his wife herself. She had abandoned his son, caused his mother's death, and after so many years, ruined the company for her own selfish desires. George's face turned red, and he pointed a trembling finger at Linda. In the end, he fell straight backward.

Suzanne had been with her for a long time and could tell from a single glance what was weighing on her mind. "You're stressing over your son again?" "No." Joy shook her head. "Things have been taken care of. He'll soon be transferred to the best public elementary school." "The best public elementary school?" Suzanne exclaimed excitedly. "The best in Southeast Aciatic, huh? Heh, Her Majesty's finally come around and is willing to help you?" "Not Her Majesty." Joy looked at her and hesitated for a long time before saying, "It's the Irwin heiress."

Jolla replied quickly, "my brother-in-law borrowed a gold card from his classmate. Joyce used it to apply for a loan, and the company will receive a hundred million dollars tomorrow! Because Joyce is so happy, she wants to throw a party to celebrate and thank us." Jolla's words instantly made the room feel warmer. She even referred to Fernando as her brother-in-law, not "that useless guy" as she usually did. Of course, that was because Joyce had asked her to be more polite to Fernando. "Really?" Xiomara looked confused. She really didn't expect Fernando, the son-in-law who had always been considered useless, to be able to help her daughter in her most difficult time. Joyce smiled slightly an

She could be many things, but a homewrecker wouldn't be one of them. Clearly, she never expected to uncover the truth of Joyce being another man's secret lover. To make things worse, she even plotted to take over another woman's family fortune. Jean felt nothing but sorrow for Dorian. That poor child was stuck with such a heartless woman as his mother. Joyce watched as Jean walked away. Jean didn't seem to be looking for anyone in particular, leading to Joyce heaving a mental sigh of relief. When she recalled Jean's final sentence, she couldn't help but feel anxious.

Norman King. She didn’t have to say his name, she didn't want to because his name now burned like poison in her mouth. All the nights she had whispered his name to the babies inside her, all the dreams she had... of him waiting in the hallway, holding flowers, smiling when he saw his children... Lies. All of it. She wiped at her tears but they wouldn't stop coming. They had stolen everything. Her body, her child, her worth, everything. They had used her like she was nothing and then left her to die like garbage on the side of the road.

"Mum,dad. I will really kill myself if you don't get me a job that pays well," Joyce cried,stamping her feet on the ground in akimbo. She was a beautiful young lady of twenty five but with a petty job even though she was a literate. Her parents knew her to be always unserious and careless but with integrity. She was also known to be a trouble 'stirer.' She had beaten a few men,till they lost consciousness,who had asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Both rich and poor men.

"Thanks for celebrating my birthday with me, guys. This will be an unforgettable day for me," my younger sister Calla Yeldham said as she gazed at my parents and older brother, Harvey Yeldham. She then turned to admire the luxurious yacht. Calla was wearing a custom haute couture gown worth millions, paired with a diamond tiara that was blindingly shiny. She looked like a princess, adored by all. My parents and brother looked at her with nothing but love and pride. Nobody saw me standing a short distance away, quietly watching them.