Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 1

The streets were slick with rain.

It had been pouring in Sol all day.

Rosalind Martinez's backpack was tossed unceremoniously out the main gate by the butler.

“Ms. Martinez, Mr. Yates refuses to see you, so I’ll deliver his message. Your birth parents are in the countryside. The Yates family made a mistake and took in the wrong daughter. Now that the real Ms. Yates has been found, we hope you’ll have the decency to cut all ties with the family.”

The butler then pulled out a credit card. “This is ten thousand dollars. Mr. Yates asked me to give it to you as compensation.”

“I don’t need it.”

Rosalind didn't even glance at it, simply picking up her black backpack.

The butler watched the young woman with disdain. Refusing the money? Was she too proud for her own good?

He scoffed. Did she really think the Yates family would want a poor country girl like her around now that they had their real daughter? She was completely out of her league.

“Very well, Ms. Martinez. See yourself out!” The butler slammed the heavy gate shut.

Rosalind paid him no mind. She had left the Yates estate with nothing but a single black bag, walking away with her back straight and her head held high.

She left the same way she had arrived.

The only difference was the rain soaking her hair, a picture of quiet misery.

From a window above, she could hear undisguised laughter and mockery.

“She’s finally gone.”

“Tell me about it. I was so afraid she’d refuse to go back to the country and try to leech off of us.”

Rosalind remained indifferent, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Could you say the Yates family didn't know what they had?

They truly didn't.

Rosalind casually popped a piece of candy into her mouth. Her hair was jet-black, her features strikingly beautiful. The pallor of illness didn't diminish her looks; instead, it lent her an air of deep mystery…

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Meanwhile.

In a grand courtyard in Prax.

The Martinez family was holding a conference call that spanned nations.

Mr. Martinez sat at the head of the table, his hand resting on an ornate cane, his presence commanding without a word.

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