Ch. For Adopted Daughter, My Parents Ruin Me Ch 7 For Adopted Daughter, My Parents Ruin Me Ch 7

Chapter 7, 

She had the cake made deliberately- two meters tall–then turned to me in the wheelchair with feigned remorse. “I’m so sorry, sister,‘ she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “I forgot you can’t cut it with me anymore.” 

My parents and brother rushed to console me, assuring her it wasn’t her fault. “Let Julienne do the honors this year,” my brother said, patting her shoulder, 

Amid the chorus of well–wishes, Julienne sliced into the towering cake with a flourish. Then, with a smirk, she cleaved my doll clean in half. 

As she handed me the ruined toy, she leaned in, her whisper venomous. “See? They prefer 

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1. me. Cross me again, and you’ll end up just like this doll.” 

The guests flocked around Julienne, praising her while shooting me sidelong glances- pitying, mocking. My parents and brother mingled, but when my silence became an embarrassment, my brother approached. 

“The night breeze is harsh, Evangeline,” he said, forcing warmth into his voice. “Let me take you inside.” 

Julienne intercepted him with a saccharine smile. “Go enjoy the party, brother. I’ll take care of her.” 

I tried to protest, but no sound came. 

She wheeled me to a secluded room–thick with smoke, a dozen masked figures leering from the shadows. 

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Julienne shoved me forward, her grin sharp as a blade. “Still playing the victim, Evangeline? You’ll never win.” Her laugh was ice. “Oh, you don’t know yet, do you? My brother had your vocal cords replaced–with a dog’s.” She barked, shrill and mocking, and the men roared. 

Their hungry stares sent tremors through me, memories of past torment flooding back. 

Fingers shaking, I typed: [Take whatever you want. I’ll leave. You’ll be the only Montclair heiress.] 

Julienne’s laughter spiraled into hysteria. “Leave? Where could you go like this?” She seized my phone, hurling it aside. “No–l want to watch them all loathe you.” 

Then she ripped her dress, tangled her 

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fingers in my hair- 

The men lunged, pinning her down as she shrieked, “Help!” 

The door burst open. My brother stormed in, fury blazing in his eyes at the sight: me, unharmed in my chair–Julienne thrashing beneath the masked men. 

“Enough!” he roared. 

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