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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: 968    |    Released on: 20/07/2026

our ungrateful ass

king June from her coma. Pain hammered b

ir reeked of cheap lavender and stal

I?" she

hless thing?" the voice s

acted instantly-shoulders tensing, breath

e memor

through her skull. Tw

t life as the legendary operative "Au

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

gers digging int

n adoptive family. The original June's last memory surfaced: collapsin

ched Martha's biological daughter's. Ariana Sears, the golden child. Frail on paper, radiant in practice. And the original June, aft

m settled

were, June. But I'll

up the stairs. The door

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

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

iana. Not with the hollow gaze of a beat

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

doorway with her bulk and fur

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

. Dangerously soft. "Tell me, Martha. Isn't the real reas

stopped Ma

r face. Beside her, Arian

noted, her tone flat. "L

... 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,

," June whispered. "Yo

er face drained to a sickly white n

ith measured calm and pulle

it her face. Gold

threshold for o

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

stop. Didn

ked driveway, nine years

door sla

n't loo

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