The Devil in the Manor: Return of the Stolen Heiress Chapter 1

When I was finally rescued after fifteen years of being trafficked, I discovered I was the long-lost true heiress of a top-tier billionaire family.

My mother was incredibly emotional as she came to take me home.

But I caught her secretly exchanging glances with my brother.

And my brother, tightly holding the hand of their timid, "pure-hearted" fake heiress daughter, looked at me with open hostility.

I smiled.

I am a demon raised in a land that eats people and spits out their bones. By bringing me back, they’ve just invited the devil through the front door.

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When my mother, Sylvia Sterling, arrived, a female police officer was holding me in her arms, comforting me.

My body was shaking violently. Every inch of skin exposed outside the blanket was covered in dark purple and sickening green bruises.

According to the officer, I was the true heiress of the Sterling family, a top-tier billionaire dynasty in New York. Coming home this time meant my suffering was finally over.

From now on, no one would ever be able to bully me again.

When Sylvia first saw me, she looked genuinely heartbroken. She crouched down to my eye level, her hands trembling as she touched my head. "Are you... are you Avery Sterling?"

I couldn't blame her for not recognizing me.

I was incredibly ugly right now.

And she was incredibly beautiful.

Even in her mid-forties, she was impeccably maintained. Her face was exquisite, her aura gentle and elegant, and she even smelled of expensive perfume.

This was the mother I had no memory of.

I stared at her blankly, my eyes clear and pitiful. After a long moment, I hesitantly nodded.

The police officer chimed in appropriately, "Little Avery has suffered unimaginable abuse out there. When we found her, she had two snakes wrapped around her neck, and those animals had stripped her naked and hung her..."

At those words, Sylvia uncontrollably pulled me into a tight embrace, her voice trembling. "My poor baby, you've suffered so much. It's okay now that you're back. I will never let anyone bully you again."

Naturally, I didn't believe a word she said.

Because I saw her subtly exchange a look with the boy standing behind her when she walked in.

That boy was also beautiful, dressed in immaculate, expensive clothes. With his left hand, he was holding a soft, delicate-looking girl. Both of them were glaring at me with raw hostility.

As if my return was something filthy and disgusting.

I buried my face into Sylvia's neck, letting a massive, chilling smile spread across my face.