The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 385

Liora’s POV

The hallway, which had previously been a cacophony of noise and chatter, suddenly fell as silent as a morgue.

Everyone turned toward Bianca.

She stood there for a long time, hardly moving. I saw the faint twitch of her shoulders. Watched as she slowly raised her hand to her mouth, pressing her fingers against her lips.

“What do you mean?” a student suddenly asked, breaking the silence. “Bianca isn’t the real princess?”

“Nope.” I leaned on my crutch. “She’s been lying to all of us for months. She’s an imposter.”

All eyes turned toward me. Slowly, as if moving in a haze, Bianca turned around. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red.

“How could you say such a thing, Liora?” she breathed. Her voice quavered, but I knew it was all an act. Just like everything else was with her. “Of course I’m the princess. I think I know my own title.”

“Oh, yeah?” I lifted my chin. “Then you must be close with the Queen.”

“Y-Yes, of course! She’s my mother.”

“Tell us something about her.”

Bianca’s lips parted. Then shut again. Then parted once more.

“Why does that matter?” she asked.

“You must know some personal detail that the rest of us don’t,” I said, “seeing as she’s your mother. So enlighten us.”

The hallway was so quiet now you could have heard a pin drop. Bianca stared at me, speechless, for a long time. I could see the gears turning behind her eyes—scrambling to come up with something. Anything.

Bianca snapped her gaze toward me. “No,” she said. “It’s not. Which is precisely why no one should listen to you. You have no proof to back up your claims. You’re just angry because Callum chose me in the end.”

My teeth clenched. I tried to hide it, but Bianca spotted it right away.

“See?” She gestured to me. “She’s just mad because Callum and I are getting married! She wanted him for herself, but he tossed her in the trash where she belongs, and now she’s making up lies just to get back at me.”

“That’s not—”

“Whether you like it or not, Liora, I’m pregnant with Callum’s child.” Bianca pressed her hand to her belly. Her face was as white as a sheet now, and I could see her throat bobbing. “In fact, I’ll prove it.”

Before anyone could react, Bianca walked over to the nearby trash can, pulled the lid off, and bent over it.

Then, without breaking eye contact with me, she retched into the can.