Biological Daughter Leaves for Abroad After Losing Scholarship — Novel

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Savannah never imagined the truth of her life could shatter so easily. After losing her scholarship, she thought she was simply a burden to her proud, wealthy parents. But when the veil lifts, revealing a world where her sacrifices meant nothing, the stakes escalate dramatically. How could the people she loved most betray her so callously? As her father’s chilling words echo in her mind—"500 dollars is more than enough"—she grapples with the realization that she is not the daughter they wanted, but merely a pawn in a game of wealth and status.

Determined to reclaim her identity, Savannah steps into a world she barely understands, one filled with secrets and lies. With every encounter, she confronts the painful truth of her existence, while her heart wrestles with feelings of anger and abandonment. Can she find the strength to break free from the shadows of her past and forge a path that is truly hers? Or will the ties that bind her to her family's dark legacy prove too strong to sever?

As Savannah navigates betrayal, heartache, and the search for belonging, the question remains: what does it truly mean to be a daughter?

Biological Daughter Leaves for Abroad After Losing ScholarshipChapter 1

My scholarship was gone, just like that. A group of classmates had it out for me and they didn’t stop at taking what wasn’t theirs. They beat me, humiliated me and kicked me out of school.

My dad—my stubborn, proud dad—knelt outside the school gates for three days and three nights. No one came to help him, no one cared.

My mom, despite everything, scraped together half a month’s living expenses to buy me a small cake. She smiled as she handed it to me, saying it was to cheer me up, but all it did was make my chest hurt.

I didn’t want them worrying about me any more than they already were. So I made the choice to give up the scholarship quietly, thinking it would somehow make life easier for all of us.

But that night, as I walked up to the house, I heard voices by the door. I froze, my hand gripping the bottle of milk I had bought on the way home.

"Mr. Jameson, are you absolutely certain about transferring all your assets to Scott Harlow? He’s not even your biological son. This is a substantial amount of money. Maybe you should reconsider," a man’s voice said. It was calm, professional. Probably a lawyer.