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The Business Revenge Legend of an Illegitimate Daughter

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The Business Revenge Legend of an Illegitimate Daughter
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

My mother used her life to buy me a ticket into an ancient noble family. On her deathbed, she summoned up her last bit of strength and forced my wealthy biological father, Duke Black, to acknowledge me as his daughter.

When I first stepped into the Black family's old mansion, which resembled a medieval castle, a stifling and unfamiliar atmosphere assailed me. My eldest brother, Adrian, was leaning against the exquisite carved handrail, elegantly twirling the stem of a champagne glass with his fingertips. His cold gaze, like arctic ice, swept over me without a trace of warmth. He said coldly, "No matter where you come from, behave yourself from now on."

My second - brother, Adrian (also known as Adrián), stubbed out his slender cigar. His deep voice seemed to come from the depths of a valley. "Once you're in this family, you have to abide by the Black family's rules. Think it over carefully."

I knew they didn't welcome me. So I tried my best to make myself invisible, like a transparent shadow, silently surviving in this strange environment.

One day, Isabella, the recognized campus belle in the college with a vampire - like charming appearance, poured a can of red ink, symbolizing blood, into my lunch box and viciously forced me to swallow it. Just when I was in complete despair, my eldest brother, Adrian, slapped her across the face, sending her staggering to the ground. My second - brother, Adrián, even coldly ordered her to lick the edge of the lunch box clean. At that moment, I finally understood that their so - called family rule was to protect their own. No one outside the Black family could bully a member of it.

Three days after my mother died in a car accident, a shiny black Rolls - Royce stopped in front of our shabby wooden house. A middle - aged man in a well - tailored suit got out of the car. He bowed respectfully to me and said, "Dear miss, you're the daughter of the Black family. I'm here to take you 'home'."

I stared intently at his face, trying to find even the slightest resemblance to me. "You often see my biological father, Duke Black, don't you?" I asked softly.

The man let out a short sneer from his nose, a sound as light as a feather falling. "Yes, miss. My name is Thompson. You can call me Old Tom from now on. I'm just the duke's driver. If you have anything to tell the duke, I can convey it for you." Although his words were wrapped in a false layer of respect, the disgust in his eyes was more obvious than when looking at a rat in the gutter.

I didn't care about his attitude. I was just a little curious about what that man, whom my mother had loved for a lifetime and even lost her life for, looked like.

On the eve of my mother's death, she tightly held my hand. Her cloudy eyes were bloodshot. She said weakly, "Dear, I'm not a mistress. That man abandoned us mother and daughter for the sake of his family's alliance." She paused for a moment and then asked, "Lillian, why hasn't he recognized you even though that woman has been dead for five years?"

My throat felt as if it was blocked, and I couldn't utter a single word. Her rough palm gently stroked my face, but her eyes seemed to be looking through me at someone else. "Good girl, Lillian... You must strive for success, be obedient, and make him... regret."

These words became her last words to me. Did she love me? Maybe. Or perhaps that little bit of love had long been eroded by her unwillingness. Forget it. It didn't matter anymore. From now on, I had to find a way to live a happier life.

I shook my head and brought my thoughts back to the present. "It's okay. Let's go." I took one last look at the rickety old house behind me and got into the luxury car that I had only seen in magazines without looking back.

The road was rough and muddy. Old Tom kept complaining in a low voice all the way, complaining that the tires were covered in mud and that the air smelled of chicken manure. Every word he said implied that I was an inescapable nuisance. "I really don't understand what the duke is thinking. He could have just given you some money and sent you away. Instead, he has to take you home and cause trouble..."

I ignored his words and pressed my face against the cold car window, watching the desolate fields outside gradually being swallowed up by the bright neon lights of the city. The city lights were so bright.

The car silently slid to a stop in front of a solemn castle. Old Tom took my shabby backpack out of the trunk and threw it at my feet like garbage. He said, "We're here. Go in by yourself. I have something else to do." Before I could even see the car's taillights clearly, it disappeared into the night.

I dragged my backpack and looked at the open carved door. Inside, the lights were bright, and there were many people moving around. A sense of unknown fear and anticipation welled up in my heart. I took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the door, about to start my new life in the Black family.