Blurb：
Returning to the **Atherton Estate**, **Elowen Whitlock** discovers **Briar**—the supposed "charity case"—wearing her sacred **Polaris Diamond necklace**, a symbol of her birthright. Amid **high-society galas** and venomous whispers, Elowen confronts her "sister’s" treachery as **Roric** and **Jerrick**, her traitorous brothers, side with the impostor. Betrayed by fiancé **Preston Jennings** and framed as the **Appalachian pawn**, Elowen fights to expose **Briar’s lies** and reclaim her stolen legacy. But with forged documents, a **sham marriage plot**, and **Arthur Atherton’s** chilling return, the **Whitlock heiress** must unravel a web of **blood secrets** and **reincarnated vengeance** before her fate repeats.
Content：
§PROLOGUEThree years ago, on the eve of my departure for a global exchange program, my father clasped the Polaris diamond necklace around my neck.
The weight of it was substantial, a cool, solid promise against my skin.
The light from the grand ballroom chandelier, a cascading waterfall of crystal and gold, fractured through the thousand tiny facets of the central stone, scattering a galaxy of rainbows across the silk of my gown.
It felt like being anointed.
He stood before me, his presence as immense and reassuring as always, but his gaze held a rare solemnity that quieted the festive hum around us.
He held my shoulders, his hands warm and steady.
"You are my Polaris, Ellie," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated with deep affection, the same voice that had read me bedtime stories and negotiated billion-dollar deals. "The one true north for this family. In a world full of shifting stars and false lights, always remember where the center is. It's you."
He smiled, a rare, unguarded expression that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
"Never forget that."
I never did.
Through lonely nights in foreign dorms and grueling academic challenges, those words were my anchor.
I was Elowen Whitlock, the cherished daughter, the undisputed heiress.
I was the center.
§01
The familiar, almost tangible hum of the Atherton Estate's annual charity gala wrapped around me the moment I stepped out of the car.
Three years, and it felt as though I’d only been gone a day.
The air, thick with the scent of hothouse lilies and expensive champagne, was a potent cocktail of memory and privilege.
The delicate symphony of clinking crystal glasses and muted, powerful laughter was the soundtrack of my life.
My home.
I had come back a week early, a surprise for my family.
A foolish, sentimental gesture, I now realized.
Because as I moved through the gilded archway into the main ballroom, a vision of absolute wrongness struck me with the force of a physical blow.
Standing in the center of it all, bathed in the warm, forgiving glow of the spotlights, was Briar.
Briar.
The quiet, mousy girl with downcast eyes my parents had taken in from some forgotten, impoverished town in Appalachia.
The girl who was supposed to be a shadow, a living insurance policy—my living blood bank.
And around her slender, undeserving neck, burning like a star of stolen fire, was my Polaris.
The room, a sea of familiar faces from the city’s elite, didn't fall silent.
It did something worse.
A ripple of whispers, sharp and insidious, followed my progress.
I could feel their eyes on me, a hundred tiny pinpricks of curiosity and judgment.
"Is that... Elowen Whitlock? Arthur's daughter?"
"I thought she wasn't due back until next week. How... unexpected."
"Look at her face. My God, if looks could kill..."
Briar saw me coming.
For a fleeting, honest second, a flicker of pure animal panic crossed her eyes.
Then, like a mask dropping into place, it was gone, replaced by that carefully cultivated look of doe-eyed innocence.
An expression of gentle, bewildered welcome.
A lie.
I didn't offer a greeting.
I didn't acknowledge the murmuring crowd.
I walked straight to her, my steps measured and deliberate, a predator cutting through a herd of startled sheep.
I stopped directly in front of her, close enough to see the frantic pulse beating at the base of her throat.
I didn't say a word.
Words were for later.
I simply reached out, my fingers, cold with a sudden, chilling fury, closing around the diamond.
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