Once an Orphan, Now the Heiress They Regret Losing — Novel

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Freya Walker thought she had left her past behind, but when her biological parents arrive to reclaim her after eight years in an orphanage, everything changes. The promise of wealth and status comes with strings attached, especially when Phoebe, the daughter she never knew existed, is determined to keep her place as the favored child. How can Freya navigate the murky waters of family loyalty when the truth of her identity and the love she’s built in her new life are at stake?

As Freya is thrust into a world of opulence, the unspoken rivalry with Phoebe simmers beneath the surface—each sister vying for their parents' affection while grappling with their own insecurities. When an unexpected bond begins to form between Freya and the son of the city's richest man, the stakes rise even higher. Can Freya trust anyone in a world where every smile could hide a dagger?

Caught between a past that refuses to let go and a future that’s as uncertain as it is enticing, Freya must decide where her true loyalties lie. Will she reclaim her rightful place as the heiress they regret losing, or will she forge a new path, one that honors the family she has chosen?

Once an Orphan, Now the Heiress They Regret LosingChapter 1

As the real daughter, after being left in the orphanage for eight years, my parents finally decided to bring me home. When the expensive cars stopped in front of the orphanage, I was handing out snacks to the children.

“Freya, I told you before, once Phoebe got into college and became stronger inside, we’d bring you home. The moment Phoebe’s admission letter arrived, I came to pick you up.”

I frowned, looking at the strange woman standing in front of me.

She sighed. “I know you blame Mom, but Phoebe feels insecure because she isn’t our real daughter. You, on the other hand, were born with everything. We just let you enjoy it a little later.”

“It’s been hard for you, staying here for eight years. When you come home, we’ll make it up to you.”

The woman kept talking, telling me not to argue with someone named Phoebe. I raised my hand to stop her.

“Wait a minute, who are you?”

It was ridiculous. A stranger claiming she had come to take me home. But clearly, I already had new parents eight years ago.

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The woman froze under my unfamiliar gaze, then turned and let out a soft laugh.