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Returning home after three years, Sophia Bennett expects a warm welcome, not a cold reality. The moment she steps into her family’s estate, she’s met by Sophie, her cousin, who has taken over her life—her clothes, her room, and even her parents' affection. The warmth Sophia once knew has morphed into a chilling betrayal, leaving her questioning everything. How could they have forgotten her so easily? How could Sophie, who was once a mere guest, now play the role of the beloved daughter?
As tensions rise and a battle for identity unfolds, old wounds are reopened and new ones are inflicted. Sophia finds herself caught in a web of deceit, where every attempt to reclaim her place is met with hostility. Sophie’s sly smiles and manipulative tactics only deepen the rift between them, forcing Sophia into a desperate struggle for recognition and love.
With familial bonds fraying and danger lurking around every corner, can Sophia navigate this treacherous landscape and unveil the truth? Or will she find herself trapped in a life that was never meant for her, battling a sister who seems bent on destroying her? In this gripping tale of rivalry and resilience, the stakes are higher than ever, and loyalty may come at a cost.
Three Years Stolen — Basement PrisonChapter 1
As the only daughter of the Bennett family, three years ago I went abroad to expand the overseas market for the Bennett Group.
After I left, my parents brought Sophie Miller, the daughter of my uncle from a small town, to live in our estate.
Three years later, when I finally completed my task and returned home, I pushed open the door only to see Sophie wearing my clothes and hosting a party as if she were the mistress of the house.
The moment she saw me, Sophie frowned.
“Where did this poor relative come from? So rude—showing up this late?”
“Forget it, since you’re here, go to the kitchen and help the staff serve drinks. Let me show you what real high society looks like.”
“Oh, and look all you want, but don’t touch anything. If you break something, even selling you wouldn’t cover the cost.”
I ignored her and was about to step inside when I noticed the silver bracelet on her wrist.
Catching my gaze, she lifted her hand and shook the bracelet with pride.
“Never seen anything like this, have you? My mom gave it to me. Consider it a little gift for your peasant eyes.”
I grabbed her wrist and tore the bracelet off.