
Natalie Parson was once the family’s “precious daughter”… until Monica was unmasked as the so-called “true heiress.” Her parents, her brother, even her fiancé—one by one, they abandoned her, believed Monica’s every lie, and branded Natalie a fraud. Framed for her grandmother’s murder, she was sent to a brutal reform school. For two years, she endured inhumane torture that left her permanently disabled. Now she’s back… with a prosthetic arm and a cold heart. But her family hasn’t changed. They still believe Monica’s lies. They still humiliate her. They even force her to marry Damien Novak—a spoiled, drunken playboy, to save their legacy. To her surprise, Damien is not the fool he pretends to be. With him, she gains power, love, and a partner who stands at her side when her own bloodline is against her. Together, they expose Monica’s true identity and unravel her web of crimes. Side by side, they bring long-buried secrets into the light and make every betrayer face justice.

Blood And Bones Of The Disowned Daughter
Natalie Parson was once the family’s “precious daughter”… until Monica was unmasked as the so-called “true heiress.” Her parents, her brother, even her fiancé—one by one, they abandoned her, believed Monica’s every lie, and branded Natalie a fraud. Framed for her grandmother’s murder, she was sent to a brutal reform school. For two years, she endured inhumane torture that left her permanently disabled. Now she’s back… with a prosthetic arm and a cold heart. But her family hasn’t changed. They still believe Monica’s lies. They still humiliate her. They even force her to marry Damien Novak—a spoiled, drunken playboy, to save their legacy. To her surprise, Damien is not the fool he pretends to be. With him, she gains power, love, and a partner who stands at her side when her own bloodline is against her. Together, they expose Monica’s true identity and unravel her web of crimes. Side by side, they bring long-buried secrets into the light and make every betrayer face justice.The wedding ring burns my finger like a brand.\n\nI stand at the altar, not in white, but in deep crimson—a color they said was inappropriate for a second daughter. My parents don’t look at me. My brother smirks. And Monica? She watches from the front row, smiling like a saint who’s just witnessed a miracle.\n\nThen Damien stumbles in late, tie loose, smelling of whiskey. He slurs his vows. Everyone laughs. But when he takes my hand, his voice drops—clear, steady, cold.\n\n‘Play along,’ he whispers. ‘They don’t know what we’re capable of.’\n\nI freeze. This man isn’t drunk. He’s acting.\n\nAnd now I have a choice: believe he’s another enemy… or the only weapon I’ve got.
