Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: You Have Been Sentenced to Death

Chapter 173: You Have Been Sentenced to Death

(Amelia’s Po

I lay in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. The adrenaline from Jaxon’s visit had faded, leaving

a cold silence in the room.

Suddenly, the chime of the video doorbell cut through the quiet. It was sharp and demanding.

I glanced at the small screen on my bedside table. The camera feed showed a figure standing on my porch.

It was Ethan.

He was shivering violently, his face pale as a ghost under the porch light. He looked like a man who had seen hell.

I sighed and threw on a silk robe. I didn’t rush. I took my time walking down the stairs.

When I opened the front door, I didn’t step back to invite him in. I simply leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. I looked down at my nominal brother with bored indifference.

“Amelia,” Ethan stammered. His teeth were chattering. “Father… Dad’s been stabbed.”

He gasped for air, his eyes wide with shock and fear.

“Uncle Jaxon… he put a silver dagger in him,” Ethan choked out. “It’s bad, Amelia. The silver poison… it’s eating him alive.”

I just tilted my head slightly. It was like I was inspecting a dull, lifeless painting on a wall.

“Is he dead?” I asked flatly.

Ethan froze. He looked at me, choking on a sob.

“No, but-”

“No?” I interrupted. I rolled my eyes and stifled a yawn with the back of my hand.

“Then unless you’re here to invite me to the funeral, get off my porch,” I said coldly. “You’re interrupting my beauty sleep.”

Ethan stared at me. His eyes were wide with disbelief.

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The sliver of hope he had clung to–that in a true crisis, family would matter–shattered instantly. He looked like I had slapped him.

“How can you be so cold?” Ethan whispered. His voice cracked.

“He’s your father,” he pleaded. “We’re your family. Have you sentenced us all to death in your heart?”

I let out a short, sharp laugh. It wasn’t a happy sound. It was mocking.

“Family isn’t blood, Ethan. It’s loyalty,” I said. A cruel smirk played on my lips.

“And you chose to bleed for a man who sold me out,” I continued. “So yes, suffer.”

Inside my mind, Ava let out a low rumble of agreement.

*Let them rot,* she growled.

We felt no guilt. Guilt was reserved for those who deserved it, like Jaxon and Seraphina.

For the leeches in the West House? I only regretted that their fall from grace wasn’t faster, or harder.

Ethan looked like he was about to collapse. His moral compass was spinning wildly.

He opened his mouth to argue. I knew what was coming. He wanted to bring up the past. He wanted to plead for the bond of siblings.

I cut him off before he could start. I stepped closer, my presence looming over him.

“Save the history lesson,” I said. My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

“You’re looking at me like I’m the villain,” I hissed. “But you forget who made me.”

I stared straight into his eyes. My gaze was piercing.

“You all created a monster to replace the daughter you threw away,” I said.

“You ignored the truth to protect your precious status,” I continued, my voice steady. “And you tried to feed me to the wolves to save yourselves. Now? Now you’re just upset that the monster bites.”

I didn’t need to list her grievances. I didn’t need to explain the injustice.

I was the executioner now. And executioners didn’t explain themselves to the condemned.

Memories flashed behind my eyes. I didn’t see the Pack House luxury Ethan grew up in. I saw

dirt and grit.

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I remembered the years after Robert Cole died. I was just a child. I was passed to a relative who saw me only as merchandise.

I remembered hearing them haggle over the price. They wanted to sell me as a breeder. Or worse, into trafficking.

I remembered running away at six years old. I was alone.

I remembered scavenging through dumpsters behind restaurants. I fought off stray dogs for half–eaten burgers.

I didn’t survive by waiting for a savior. I survived by becoming sharper than the world around

1. me.

I looked at Ethan. He was clutching his stomach, sweating profusely.

The poison I had administered days ago was flaring up. It was reacting to his stress.

“Look at you,” I sneered. “Pack heir. Golden boy. Crumbling at the first taste of real pain.”

I gestured to his trembling form.

“I lived in that pain for years, Ethan,” I said. “While you slept on silk sheets, I was learning to survive in the mud.”

I leaned in closer.

“So don’t expect pity from me,” I whispered. “Let’s see if you last the night.”

(Ethan’s POV)

As Amelia’s judgment fell upon me, the toxin in my blood surged.

It wasn’t just pain. It felt like my insides were burning. Liquid fire coursed through every vein, melting me from the inside out.

I doubled over. My knees hit the cold stone of the porch with a sickening thud.

I grabbed the doorframe, my knuckles turning white. I tried to anchor myself against the

agony.

I looked up. Sweat dripped into my eyes, blurring my vision.

“Amelia… please…” I gasped.

It was a desperate plea. I was gambling everything on the faint hope that somewhere deep down, my little sister still existed.

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Amelia looked down at me. Her expression was unreadable. She was colder than the winter

wind.

“You came here betting on my humanity?” Amelia laughed. It was a cold, sharp sound that echoed in the night air.

“You forgot, brother,” she said softly. “You all spent twenty years beating it out of me. Keep the change.”

**SLAM.**

The heavy door shut right in my face. It severed the light, the warmth, and the last lifeline.

I stared at the wood grain. My hand reached out, but I grasped nothing.

“I…” I wheezed.

A wave of agony crashed over me. It was darker and heavier than before.

My vision tunneled. My body gave out.

I didn’t bang my head. I simply crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut.

I collapsed onto the welcome mat, engulfed by the overwhelming pain. I slipped into the black void of unconsciousness.