The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 185

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The look she’d given him empty, detached, with no trace of affection or resentment–stayed in his mind. And the way she’d walked out of the apartment he’d provided, clean and final, without a backward glance. Isabella wanted nothing from him. How could she ever accept an apology from Hannah?

Showing up together with Hannah, pleading for forgiveness, would be the deepest insult–a total betrayal.

With that thought hardening inside him, he moved past her, his tone icy. “Leave now, or I’ll have security escort you out.”

Hannah’s voice sharpened, trembling on the edge of control. “Isaac, do you really have to be this heartless?”

She was breaking apart.

First the public humiliation at the mall, now being thrown out by Isaac in what was supposed to be her home.

She felt like some unwanted pest–wherever she went, someone was trying to crush her.

But why?

She was the elegant one, the polished one.

Raised in the Powell family, shaped and refined by their care.

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She carried herself with grace, wore the perfect smile.

Not like Isabella, that rough–around–the–edges girl from nowhere.

Why did Isaac only see Isabella?

And Noah, and the entire Carter family too.

Every last one of them treated Isabella like she was, something special.

But why?

She was the one who deserved the spotlight, the one who should’ve overshadowed Isabella completely.

Why did nobody see her? Why was it always Isabella?

Yes–she was jealous. More than that, she hated her.

Because everything came to Isabella without effort, while Hannah had spent years bending over backward to please the Powells.

Ever since the adoption, she’d known she had to be good–perfect–or they might send her back at any

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So for over a decade, she’d played the role of the flawless daughter, living by the moods of Adrian, Daniel, Isaac, and the rest.

Why didn’t Isabella have to do the same?

Just because she was the biological daughter, did that mean she deserved to have the world handed to her?

Hannah couldn’t accept it.

That was why she’d never stopped coming after Isabella.

She needed to prove that even with blood on her side, Isabella would never measure up to her.

“Ahhh!” Hannah’s scream was raw with venom. “Isaac, don’t you act so high and mighty!

“Who do you think you are?

“In this house, you’re the one with the least say!

“If you weren’t born into this family, what right would you have to order me around?

“Let me tell you something–you and I are the same. We’re both just living off this family’s name!

“Adrian hasn’t told me to go, so you can’t make me!

“Not even Dad can!”

There it was–her sharpest teeth finally bared.

Since Isaac had turned his back on her completely/even siding with Isabella, then his opinion didn’t matter anymore.

If he couldn’t accept her, she’d stop pretending.

Maybe it was time he saw who he’d really been coddling all these years.

A cold, twisted smile stretched across Hannah’s face, her eyes glinting with poison, “Isaac, aren’t you just the family’s useless son anyway?

“If you get to stay, why shouldn’t I?

“Don’t forget–your word means nothing in this house anymore!”

Isaac met her gaze, cool and unmoved. “So the real you finally shows up.”

He let out a low, humorless laugh. “My word means nothing?

“You think you can talk to me like that and walk away?

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