From Scum to Sovereign:Her Diamonds Cut Their Throats - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
You are reading From Scum to Sovereign:Her Diamonds Cut Their Throats, Chapter 1: Chapter 1. Read more chapters of From Scum to Sovereign:Her Diamonds Cut Their Throats.
The biological daughter of the Allens family fell into a plagiarism scandal, and the entire family business was on the verge of bankruptcy.
To repay my adoptive parents for raising me, I helped her draw new jewelry designs.
But after she cleared her name, not only did she not thank me, she turned around and bit back, claiming I plagiarized her!
My husband and child also took her side!
"Lilith should be the biological daughter of the Allens family. If it weren't for you, she should have been the one to marry into our family!"
"You've taken her identity for so many years. It's just a little reputation—what's wrong with giving it back to her?"
My son also raised his little face, full of disdain:
"You stole Auntie Lilith's life! I don't want a thief as my mother!"
"I want Auntie Lilith to be my mom. Get lost, you dirty woman!"
My adoptive parents also turned cold faces toward me. I smiled bitterly and signed the divorce agreement, letting their whole family be happy.
When we met again, I was wearing work clothes covered in dust. Felix frowned:
"Without us, you're reduced to sweeping streets? If you apologize to Lilith, I can allow you to come back as a cleaner."
I couldn't help but laugh:
"You want me to be your cleaner? Felix, are you worthy?"
Lilith Allens held Felix Smith's arm and dramatically waved her hand in front of her nose.
"Yara?"
Her shrill voice was full of undisguised disgust.
"Since you've fallen to sweeping streets, sweeping anywhere is the same. Why are you still putting on airs here? Do you really think you're still the high and mighty heiress of the Allens family?"
I looked down at the white dust covering my clothes.
This was from when I had just been hand-polishing a new ring in my own jewelry workshop.
A gemstone of that purity would cost millions per piece, yet in their eyes, it was just dust kicked up from street sweeping.
I truly witnessed what it meant to look down on people with dog eyes.
I was too lazy to explain. Felix had already furrowed his handsome brows, looking down at me condescendingly.
"Lilith is right."
"Yara, recognize your current status. Before, in the Allens family, I had your back, so you could still put on airs. What are you now?"
"If you want to make money, drop that ridiculous pride. No one will indulge you anymore."
I finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
After leaving them, I indeed struggled alone in New York to make a living.
But what they didn't know was that the old man I saved on a rainy night, who had collapsed on the roadside, turned out to be the patriarch of New York's wealthiest Sinclair family.
And I was his long-lost biological daughter.
The Sinclair family of New York—this surname represented wealth and status that the Smith and Allens families could only look up to for their entire lives, unable to even touch the dust.
"Felix, aren't you thinking too highly of yourself?"
"You want me to be your cleaner? Felix, Lilith, you're really not worthy."
Lilith acted as if she'd heard the joke of the century, laughing so hard she doubled over: "Oh sis, are you crazy? Still pretending at this point? Did being kicked out of the house drive you insane?"
Felix's face darkened as he scolded sternly:
"Yara, I'm warning you, don't use such lies to maintain your pathetic self-esteem!"
Just then, a small head peeked out from behind them.
It was my eight-year-old son, Liam.
His gaze didn't fall on my face but was fixed intently on the velvet box I was clutching tightly in my hand.
"What's that?" He pointed at my hand, his tone full of childish command.
Looking at that face that was seventy percent similar to Felix's, my heart felt like it was pierced by a needle.
I remembered five years ago, it was this same little mouth that used the most innocent yet cruelest words to call me a "thief."
He was the flesh and blood I carried for ten months, but his heart always belonged to Lilith, who had only given him a few pieces of candy.
An indescribable bitterness surged in my heart as I gripped the box tighter.
"You have no right to know." I replied coldly.
Liam was stunned.
In his memory, mommy had always been completely compliant with him, caring for him in every way, giving him whatever he wanted.
How dare she refuse him?
The huge contrast made his face flush red instantly, and he began screaming: "You're just a bad person! You have nothing now, so why won't you show me!"
Before he finished speaking, he lunged at me like an out-of-control little beast, trying to snatch the box from my hands.
To repay my adoptive parents for raising me, I helped her draw new jewelry designs.
But after she cleared her name, not only did she not thank me, she turned around and bit back, claiming I plagiarized her!
My husband and child also took her side!
"Lilith should be the biological daughter of the Allens family. If it weren't for you, she should have been the one to marry into our family!"
"You've taken her identity for so many years. It's just a little reputation—what's wrong with giving it back to her?"
My son also raised his little face, full of disdain:
"You stole Auntie Lilith's life! I don't want a thief as my mother!"
"I want Auntie Lilith to be my mom. Get lost, you dirty woman!"
My adoptive parents also turned cold faces toward me. I smiled bitterly and signed the divorce agreement, letting their whole family be happy.
When we met again, I was wearing work clothes covered in dust. Felix frowned:
"Without us, you're reduced to sweeping streets? If you apologize to Lilith, I can allow you to come back as a cleaner."
I couldn't help but laugh:
"You want me to be your cleaner? Felix, are you worthy?"
Lilith Allens held Felix Smith's arm and dramatically waved her hand in front of her nose.
"Yara?"
Her shrill voice was full of undisguised disgust.
"Since you've fallen to sweeping streets, sweeping anywhere is the same. Why are you still putting on airs here? Do you really think you're still the high and mighty heiress of the Allens family?"
I looked down at the white dust covering my clothes.
This was from when I had just been hand-polishing a new ring in my own jewelry workshop.
A gemstone of that purity would cost millions per piece, yet in their eyes, it was just dust kicked up from street sweeping.
I truly witnessed what it meant to look down on people with dog eyes.
I was too lazy to explain. Felix had already furrowed his handsome brows, looking down at me condescendingly.
"Lilith is right."
"Yara, recognize your current status. Before, in the Allens family, I had your back, so you could still put on airs. What are you now?"
"If you want to make money, drop that ridiculous pride. No one will indulge you anymore."
I finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
After leaving them, I indeed struggled alone in New York to make a living.
But what they didn't know was that the old man I saved on a rainy night, who had collapsed on the roadside, turned out to be the patriarch of New York's wealthiest Sinclair family.
And I was his long-lost biological daughter.
The Sinclair family of New York—this surname represented wealth and status that the Smith and Allens families could only look up to for their entire lives, unable to even touch the dust.
"Felix, aren't you thinking too highly of yourself?"
"You want me to be your cleaner? Felix, Lilith, you're really not worthy."
Lilith acted as if she'd heard the joke of the century, laughing so hard she doubled over: "Oh sis, are you crazy? Still pretending at this point? Did being kicked out of the house drive you insane?"
Felix's face darkened as he scolded sternly:
"Yara, I'm warning you, don't use such lies to maintain your pathetic self-esteem!"
Just then, a small head peeked out from behind them.
It was my eight-year-old son, Liam.
His gaze didn't fall on my face but was fixed intently on the velvet box I was clutching tightly in my hand.
"What's that?" He pointed at my hand, his tone full of childish command.
Looking at that face that was seventy percent similar to Felix's, my heart felt like it was pierced by a needle.
I remembered five years ago, it was this same little mouth that used the most innocent yet cruelest words to call me a "thief."
He was the flesh and blood I carried for ten months, but his heart always belonged to Lilith, who had only given him a few pieces of candy.
An indescribable bitterness surged in my heart as I gripped the box tighter.
"You have no right to know." I replied coldly.
Liam was stunned.
In his memory, mommy had always been completely compliant with him, caring for him in every way, giving him whatever he wanted.
How dare she refuse him?
The huge contrast made his face flush red instantly, and he began screaming: "You're just a bad person! You have nothing now, so why won't you show me!"
Before he finished speaking, he lunged at me like an out-of-control little beast, trying to snatch the box from my hands.
End of From Scum to Sovereign:Her Diamonds Cut Their Throats Chapter 1. Continue reading Chapter 2 or return to From Scum to Sovereign:Her Diamonds Cut Their Throats book page.