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Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

Author: Harman Lowry
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 967    |    Released on: 20/07/2026

our ungrateful ass

ind her eyes. Her

ir reeked of cheap lavender and stal

re

hless thing?" the voice s

acted instantly-shoulders tensing, breath

e memor

through her skull. Tw

st life as the legendary operative "

inal owner-the real June. A girl crying in a locked closet. A needle sliding into a vein

ngers digging i

nal June's last memory surfaced: collapsing at school yesterday, her body giving out after too man

ogical daughter's. Ariana Sears, the golden child. Frail on paper, radiant in practice. And the original June-after her ph

lm settle

were, June. But I'l

up the stairs. The door

hing June owned. Her cheeks held the rosy flush of someone who never missed a

en into that fight yesterday. You even hurt yourself." Her eyes flicked to the pale scar o

riana. Not with the hollow gaze of a be

back, then caught herself, pouting. "I'm just trying to help.

the doorway with her bulk and

eeding you, clothing you?" She jabbed a finger at June. "If you weren't st

se to h

ching scramble Martha expected. June st

tirade

voice was hoarse, bu

question. It

till. Ariana fr

red. "You ungrateful waste of space! You eat our food, live

od. Live in

dropped. Dang

l reason you adopted me because

stopped Ma

face. Beside her, Ariana's

ted, her tone flat. "Lo

... what is she talking about? I'

"You're only healthy because

eked. "We took you in out of

retreat. S

a fli

nth." June's words were clipp

forward. The pale s

ed out of me while I

he silenc

lace at her piano recital." June's gaze locked onto Ariana.

r mother, unable to man

d with raw fury. "Sh

ice was ice. "From this day f

d her bac

en, grabbing a sad collection of Ariana's cast-offs, and stuff

u think you're doing? You

Passing the petrified Ariana,

e," June whispered. "Y

er face drained to a sickly white n

ith measured calm and pulle

hit her face. Go

e threshold for

the frantic panic of a woman watching her daughter's lif

stop. Didn

cked driveway, nine yea

door sla

ey didn't

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