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The Fake Daughter Sent Me To Biological Base Novel Cover

The Fake Daughter Sent Me To Biological Base

On my birthday, he fake daughter collapsed, body convulsing. "Sister, why? Just 'cause my mate gave me a ring?" My parents turned on me instantly. My mate, consumed by rage, roared I was beyond redemption and, without hesitation, decided to send me to the dreaded biological base, convinced I'd learn my lesson. At the base, daily torment became my reality. Needle marks littered my arms and thighs, fresh wounds over old.I was a caged, howling beast, drowning in pain and despair. When my parents finally came for me, I was broken, driven mad by the ceaseless torture. I clutched an empty syringe, head cocked, wearing a terrifying smile. "Sorry? You think that can undo my suffering?" Amid the chaos, I relished their cries and despair. This was just the start...
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Chapter 3

At the sight of that familiar face, I trembled all over in terror, like a frightened rabbit, and instantly burrowed under the covers.

My bladder betrayed me, and warm urine soaked the bedsheet.

"What on earth is wrong with Alice?" Mathew was beside himself with anxiety, his voice quivering.

He rushed up to the doctor in a few quick steps, his hands gripping the doctor's arms tightly.

"It's an extremely severe and highly contagious sexually transmitted disease. Judging from her physical condition, her private life has been extremely promiscuous," the doctor adjusted his glasses, a flicker of pity crossing his eyes.

"Moreover, her uterus is severely damaged. She has undergone multiple high - risk surgeries, and her body functions are on the verge of collapse. These are all the consequences of her reckless behavior."

Upon hearing this news, Mom, Dad, and Mathew were struck as if by a bolt from the blue.

They froze in place, their faces turning as pale as paper in an instant.

Immediately, Mathew was like a wild, enraged beast.

He suddenly reached out his hands and tore the quilt to shreds.

His hands gripped my shoulders tightly, shaking me violently as he let out a heart - rending roar, "Alice! Look at what you've done! So all that pretense of purity before was just a load of lies! You're nothing but a shameless slut!"

"How many people have you fooled around with? Your body is so filthy. I must have been blind. How could I have ever fallen for a piece of trash like you?"

Mom collapsed to the ground, her hands pounding the floor incessantly as she wailed, "How could I have given birth to such a disgraceful creature! You've brought shame upon our entire family! How could you be so lacking in self - respect and engage in such immoral behavior!"

Her voice echoed through the ward.

Dad, on the other hand, was shaking with rage.

He charged forward and kicked the side of the hospital bed with such force that the bed shifted several inches.

Pointing at me, he spat out curses, "You ungrateful wretch! From this day on, you are no longer my daughter. I don't have a child like you, living a life of debauchery and lacking any sense of propriety!"

I huddled at the edge of the bed, unable to respond to their accusations. The long - term virus injecting had long since robbed me of my ability to refute.

All I could manage were trembling "squeaks."

"You... you shameless thing!"

Mathew's teeth gritted so hard that they seemed on the verge of shattering. Then, without warning, he lunged forward and, with a strength born of madness, tore a large piece of flesh from my body.

The sickening sound of ripping flesh reverberated through the once - quiet ward.

Immediately after, as if completely consumed by his fury, he grabbed the nearby phone and roared into it, "You bunch of useless idiots! Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on Alice? How could she still go out and act like a slut, getting herself into this filthy state? Find out how many men she's slept with in the past year. Not a single one is to be left out! If you can't get the answers, you'll all pay with your lives!" After his outburst, he swung his arm and smashed the phone onto the floor with all his might.

The expensive device instantly shattered into a pile of broken parts.

Then, with a final display of his anger, he delivered a powerful kick to the ward door.

With a deafening "bang," the door almost flew off its hinges.

And just like that, he stormed out of the room, his body radiating anger like a werewolf leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"Mom, Dad, don't let your anger get the better of you. Calm down, please."

Sasha's face was filled with false concern.

She darted towards Mom and Dad like a gust of wind, babbling soothing words while tugging and pulling them with great effort, trying to push the emotionally - distraught couple out of the ward.

The moment the ward door closed, the tenderness on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by a look of smugness and mockery.

"Oh, my dear sister."

She skipped towards my bedside with steps so light they were almost bouncy.

Then, she bent down and brought her face close to my ear, her voice low but dripping with malice.

"Look at you now, in such a sorry state. You're no different from those rabbits being stepped on, cowering and struggling to survive in this dark corner. And me? I'm about to become the real daughter of the family. Before long, you'll be completely forgotten, a stain on the family's honor, cast aside into the dustbin of history."

She narrowed her eyes, a grotesquely exaggerated sneer curling her lips,.

A growl of anger and warning rumbled from my throat, and my body trembled violently with extreme rage and fear. It was as if the latent werewolf within me was struggling to break free, but I was too weak to let it out.

"Oh, no!"

Sasha suddenly leaped back several steps, shrieking at the top of her lungs.

Her voice was so shrill that it could pierce through eardrums.

"My sister has gone crazy! She's going to kill someone! Help!"

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