The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Jealous and Afraid

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Finished

Most of the clothes Kyla couldn’t use anymore, she just donated without a second thought. Out–of–season, last year’s stuff-

gone.

Tilda, on the other hand, was wearing jeans that had been washed so many times the blue had started to fade, but the fabric still looked tough and high quality.

Her sneakers were just simple white shoes, clean, neat, maybe worth a couple hundred bucks at most.

And her trench coat wasn’t some fancy designer brand either.

The contrast was crazy. The “real” Jenson daughter versus the “fake.”

Based on clothes alone, Kyla crushed Tilda completely.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think Tilda was the one they had picked up off the street.

Kyla looked every inch the true Jenson daughter.

The favoritism was too sharp to miss.

The only thing Tilda had over Kyla was her face.

Tilda’s beauty was too perfect, as if God Himself had drawn her features carefully, piece by piece.

She had inherited the very best of Russell and Blair, even outshining her seven brothers.

Her looks were more refined, more stunning, and more unforgettable.

That was why Kyla always froze up whenever Tilda walked in.

Even if Tilda hated her own face now, she couldn’t erase the fact that whenever people saw her, they saw Russell and Blair’s reflection.

And on top of that, she had presence.

After cutting ties with fake family bonds and standing tall as herself, Tilda had become bold, fearless, sharp as steel, and confident as fire. She wasn’t that strange, quiet, forgotten girl people never dared to get close to.

Kyla, though she was the type whose tears sat right under her skin. One poke and she’d cry.

She wasn’t as tall as Tilda and didn’t have even half her aura.

She was more the fragile–princess type–gentle, trembling, the kind you had to handle carefully.

She was the kind of girl who made men’s protective instincts flare up and made them want to pamper her, shield her, and give her the world.

She and Tilda couldn’t have been more different.

The people who liked Eyla’s soft sweetness would never be able to handle Tilda’s fire.

And the ones pulled in by her sharp, magnetic presence would never waste a glance on Kyla’s glass–doll act

Kyla spoke firs).

Tilda acted like she didn’t hear, not even sparing her a look.

Una with her hand looped through Tilda’s arm, copied her and ignored Kyla too.

The truth was. Una’s first impression of Kyla hadn’t been bad.

When she learned Tilia was the Jensons long–lost daughter, missing 19 years before finally being found. Una had taken

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Una had noticed her too and had thought, Even if Tilda goes back to the Jensons, this adopted daughter will probably be kind and sincere. She doesn’t look like she’ll play petty games.

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