Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 226

Alden glared at Arabella with a fiery intensity. "We've given you the best education and resources money can buy, and this is how you repay us? Acting just like your biological parents! You should’ve gone back to them long ago!"

The internet was ablaze with scandalous stories, dragging the Hawke family’s reputation through the mud.

One hit piece followed another, wrapping the family in a storm of negativity. And now, with this latest uproar, Alden and Grace blamed it all on Arabella.

They had hoped to use PR and spin doctors to bury the mess, but nothing seemed to work.

Arabella cried, desperately denying the accusations. "Mom, Dad, they're slandering me! I’ve never done such things. You know I have a lot of haters, people who are jealous. How can you believe them over me?"

Her four brothers, who once would have rushed to her defense, now stood by silently, their expressions cold, no one willing to speak for her.

"I don't care if what's online is true or not," Mrs. Hawke sobbed, her voice cracking with anger and regret. "I just want you out of this family, and I want my real daughter back!"

As Arabella heard those words, her eyes narrowed with a mix of hurt and defiance.

"Mom, I’m the daughter you raised! Have you forgotten who’s been by your side all these years? Your real daughter doesn’t even acknowledge you! Only I have stayed with you. Do you think I wanted to be an impostor? I'm the innocent one here!"

Arabella's whine was hysterical. "We’re supposed to be family!"

Mrs. Hawke, clutching her chest in pain, was led away by Dorian; she muttered in regret while walking away, “I should never have let my daughter take the fall back then. We were wrong. We raised someone else's daughter for twenty years, and now look how vicious she is... she’s tearing us apart.”

Mrs. Hawke was filled with remorse, wishing desperately that it was Miranda standing there instead of Arabella.

The more she heard, the more Arabella's face darkened, her eyes burning with resentment and hatred.

Alden, tired of the chaos, simply instructed Dorian, “Handle this mess in whatever way least damages the family.”

With that, he shot Arabella a final cold stare; snorting, he headed upstairs. Mrs. Hawke had said her piece, and Alden had no patience left to argue. He was fed up with Arabella now.

The company’s stock was plummeting, and their business partners were backing out. He and Dorian had been working around the clock to manage the crisis. The last thing he desired was to handle family affairs.

But deep down, regret gnawed at him just as it did Mrs. Hawke. How could they have ever let their real daughter take the blame?