The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 665

Leda’s heart sank all the way to the floor.

Only now did she realize that the favoritism she’d always been so proud of was nothing but a cruel joke.

She stared hard at Hilda, eyes burning with resentment.

If Hilda hadn’t insisted on “saving” her back then, none of this would’ve happened—no misunderstandings, no humiliation, and certainly not this spectacular public disgrace. In Leda’s mind, it was all Hilda’s fault.

Hilda strode toward her, gaze sharp and unyielding, issuing a cold warning. “If you hadn’t gone after my daughter, maybe I would’ve kept treating you well. But you crossed the line. No one lays a finger on my little girl. Not while I’m still breathing.”

Her voice was icy, her presence radiating the steely resolve of a businesswoman about to close a high-stakes deal—or start a fight.

Whatever defiance Leda had left quickly evaporated. She shrank back, suddenly listless and defeated.

Hilda shot her a withering glance, then stepped closer, hooking a finger under Leda’s chin before gripping her jaw with surprising force.

Her smile was mocking. “Leda, what do you suppose Mr. and Mrs. Marshall would think if they found out their precious daughter was falling over herself to be my goddaughter? How do you think they’d feel?”

She paused for effect, then raised her voice theatrically. “Oh dear, do you think they’d realize they raised an ungrateful brat?”

Her tone turned sly. “Oh, and one more thing—I almost forgot. I need to confirm something with you.”

Before Leda could respond, Hilda continued, “I heard the Marshalls adopted you from an orphanage, isn’t that right?”

She leaned in, voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “So, what do you think would happen if everyone learned you’re actually the Swift family’s adopted daughter?”

Leda’s face went pale. She lunged forward, grabbing Hilda’s hand in panic. “No! Please, you can’t tell them. Don’t let them find out!”

She dropped to her knees, desperate. “I—I’m begging you. Please don’t tell my mom and dad.”

If they found out, she was finished.

Leda had never imagined Hilda would actually tattle to her parents. She thought she was in the clear—now, everything was truly ruined.

Her face was ashen.

That evening, when she returned to the Swift house, her heart was pounding in her throat.

She tried to act casual, heading for her room as if nothing were wrong.

But when she opened her door, the sight that greeted her made her freeze in disbelief.

Every piece of furniture had been cleared out. Refusing to believe it, she rushed to the walk-in closet, only to find it completely empty—not a single piece of clothing or jewelry left.

She ran to the bathroom. It, too, was stripped bare.