Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Hera felt completely stunned.

All of a sudden, the sound of an approaching aircraft grew louder. Bernard’s backup had arrived.

Hera looked up and saw a helicopter hovering above. The helicopter’s door slid open, and a ladder lowered down. A man dressed in camouflage, similar to Bernard’s attire, descended from above.

Hera swiftly dashed away.

Bernard pushed himself up, his eyes following her disappearing figure. With a pleased grin, he mumbled, “So, you were hiding here. I’ll be back for you.”

…

At the foot of the mountain, two sleek black BMWs were parked in front of a rundown house. The yard was bustling with curious bystanders.

In the living room, Catherine welcomed the Everetts, who had arrived from the city.

James Everett, Lilith Cresswell, and their daughter, Giselle Everett, who had been mistakenly taken at birth and raised by them, were here.

The three’s impeccable attire clashed sharply with the shabby state of the living room.

Giselle scowled at the worn cup before her, feeling a wave of repulsion. She glanced around the living room, taking in the peeling paint on the walls and the chaotic mess of herbs scattered across the floor.

To make matters worse, there wasn’t even an air conditioner in the house on this scorching summer day. Instead, an old ceiling fan whirred above, its irritating squeak only adding to her discomfort.

The idea that Giselle was part of this rundown family was unbearable to her. She was firmly convinced that she was meant to be an Everett.

Giselle clung to James’ arm, looking upset. “Dad, it’s sweltering in here. Does Hera not want to see me because she thinks I stole her parents?”

“What are you talking about? It wasn’t your fault to be mistakenly taken at birth. Why would she blame you?” James snapped.

Before arriving, the Everetts had called to say they were coming to take Hera back to their home. As for Giselle, they had raised her for 17 years and had grown attached to her, so they decided to continue raising her.

“Then, why is she taking so long?” Giselle seemed even sadder. She turned to Catherine. “Um, could you go find Hera? And ask her to hurry?”

Her tone sounded like she was instructing a housekeeper on tasks.

Catherine let out a sigh as she observed Giselle’s behavior. She was about to stand up, but James intervened, “It’s fine. Let’s give her five more minutes. If she hasn’t returned by then, we’ll go first.”

Lilith quickly placed her cup down. Finding their biological daughter had been an arduous journey, and she wasn’t going to let this visit slip away without a word.

Just as she was about to speak persuasively, a clear voice was heard speaking from outside, “Grandma, I’m home.”

All heads turned toward the doorway, where a tall, slender young woman stood. Her figure was outlined by the light behind her.

Hera carried herself with a certain aloofness which hinted that it wouldn’t be wise to cross her.

Even with her advanced age, Catherine’s eyes were sharp. She noticed the large tear in her dress as soon as Hera entered.

“Hera, what’s wrong?” Catherine approached with concern.

Hera supported Catherine and reassured her, “Grandma, I’m fine.”

She looked down at her dress and added, “I just… accidentally tore my clothes…”

It was then everyone realized Hera’s dress was dirty and tattered.