Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 10

When Emily saw Elena carrying the bucket of swill, she made a show of covering her nose.

"Ugh! That stench! It's absolutely revolting! But I suppose a lowlife is suited for lowlife work!"

"Emily, how can you say that? You used to feed the pigs too," Amanda said, rushing to Elena's defense. She couldn't understand how Emily had changed so drastically.

Emily snapped, her voice shrill. "Don't call me Emily! I am not a Whelan. That name is a humiliation! My surname is Sterling! I am not your daughter. That unlucky wretch over there is your daughter!"

"You... you..." Amanda stammered, trembling with anger.

Elena didn't say a word. She simply reached into the bucket, grabbed a handful of cold, slimy pig slop, and hurled it directly at Emily's face.

"Ahhh!" Emily shrieked.

The slop, a vile mixture of kitchen refuse and leftovers, slid down her face. Her precious, noble face.

The chauffeur rushed over, frantically trying to wipe it off.

"Elena, you filthy trash! You dare throw things at me! I am the heiress! You are the fake!"

Elena looked at her calmly. "Leave. Now. Or the next one goes in your mouth."

"You wouldn't dare! You're nothing! The Sterling family is powerful; you can't touch me. Oh, right! I almost forgot to tell you—you have a fiancé! Hahaha!"

Emily threw her head back and laughed maniacally.

"Elena, don't blame Mom," Amanda said, her voice shaking. "We... we had no choice. A few years ago, the Sinclair family—a very wealthy family—approached us. They wanted to arrange a marriage for their son. They chose the fourth child, which was Emily at the time. We all knew the man was disabled. Like your father, he's been paralyzed from the waist down for years. Worse than your dad, actually. I don't know why he was living in the village."

"We refused at first, but they offered a large sum of money. Your father's condition was worsening, and we needed the cash... so we agreed. Thinking back, I feel terrible. I don't blame Emily for hating us; we really are too poor. And we couldn't afford to offend a powerhouse like the Sinclairs."

"Now that Emily is gone, the engagement... naturally falls to you. They said the wedding would happen when the bride turns eighteen. You're turning eighteen this year... we've been so worried..."

Elena sighed.

It seemed the Whelan family had more secrets than she realized.

She decided she needed to meet this rumored fiancé.