Touch Her, You Die​

Summary

My rival Stella Vaughn was exposed as a fake heiress and vanished after the real daughter returned.

Furious she’d escaped our rivalry, I stormed into her welcome ceremony at the Vaughn estate.

“Thank you for clearing the house of… distractions,” the new daughter said sweetly. “Now our family is whole.”

Just last month, Mrs. Vaughn called Stella a “gift from heaven.” Now her face twisted with disgust.

“She was a stray occupying Clara’s place for a decade,” she snapped.

“An orphan with nothing,” Mr. Vaughn added. “Marrying her off to a sixty-year-old is more than she deserves.”