After the Heiress Died
Language: en
I was the last person the fake heiress saw before she died a brutal death. To find her killer, my parents subjected me to electroshock therapy and hypnosis, desperate to unlock my memories. I was tormented to the brink of insanity, but I couldn’t recall a single detail. The therapist suggested a more radical approach: an experimental "stimulation therapy" at a notorious, off-the-grid facility abroad. My brother, Daniel, agreed on the spot. Then he turned to me and said, “Be a good girl. If you can just remember, we’ll still consider you our daughter.” I held onto those words. I became the…