She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 51: Once MadeFeel the Warmth of Heaven The Mitchell family's success today was all stolen! Thinking of that, Cheyenne clenched his fists tightly under her long sleeves.

Malaya indirectly caused the death of Selah, her mother. Cheyenne heard about it accidentally when she was in middle school.

In her memory, Malaya was nice to her. Whenever she and Nora fought over something, Malaya would scold Nora and then hand the toy to Cheyenne gently.

She would pat her head tenderly and say, "Cheyenne, you have to remember that you are the Lawrence family's young lady. You were born to be respected." "Things you like can only belong to you. If they are in someone else's hands, you have to take them back in any means!" Later on, Malaya bought many beautiful dresses for her and made her look very premature. Cheyenne grew to fourteen years old while treating Malaya as a mother figure all along.

Until one day when she participated in a piano competition just like Nora did.

She practiced piano in the room, thinking that she could win the championship title through this competition so she couldn't wait to share it with Malaya.

However, when she walked up to Malaya's doorsteps, what greeted her were sounds of crying from Nora. "Mom, why did you letlose to Cheyenne? I can't accept it. I played the piano better than her!" Malaya saw her crying and pulled her gently into her embrace, wiping Nora's tears away with a handkerchief. Running her fingers through Nora's hair, she whispered softly, "You have to understand that everything I'm doing is for your own good." "People always say that being a stepmother is difficult. If I openly favor you, everyone will think that I am mistreating the stepdaughter." "Then, everyone will only blme and also you. They'll say that you're the illegitimate child of a mistress with no upbringing." "But if Nora herself goes astray, then it's her own fault!" "I told you to let her win, just to boost her ego, to make her think she's unbeatable, to make her becself- centered!" "In the end, when her self-centered and arrogant personality is ingrained to the core, she won't be able to change even if she wants to." "And then, you, who excel without fighting or competing, are the true belle of the Lawrence family, a genuine young lady." "I promise that the frustration you're experiencing now will all get better as tgoes on." "The dowry left by Cheyenne's mother is all yours." "When you grow up, I will find you a well-off match, so you can be a carefree little princess for your whole life." "Meanwhile, that bastard will only be scorned by the world!" The fourteen-year-old girl stood by the door, listening to these words that were not too difficult to understand. Her mind felt blank, as if semotion was about to erupt like a geyser! A glint of moisture shimmered in her eyes as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She had never realized she could be so naive.

She thought Malaya genuinely saw her as a daughter. She tried to be affectionate with, cuddle and get close to Malaya. She even attempted to vie for Malaya's attention against Nora.

But the brutal reality shattered her illusions.

The woman she'd been touched by was intending to "elevate" her in front of everyone, calling her "darling" to her face, yet behind her back, labeling her a "bastard"! Cheyenne beccompletely sober and clenched the piano sheet music tightly in her hand.

After giving a cold glance at the hypocritical mother and daughter in the room, Cheyenne felt a chill run through her body.

Coldness was flowing through her body, making her heart almost stop beating.

Since her stepmother wanted to turn her into a "useless person", why not just becthe proud "useless person" her stepmother desired? Therefore, the girl's personality changed drastically overnight.

She transformed from the enviable school overachiever into a pariah that everyone despised. Teachers labeled her a "weirdo!" She read comics, fought, brawled, skipped class... and cheated on exams. Her bad deeds were simply too numerous to mention.

And every tthe teacher called the parents, she immediately called Malaya without hesitation. Sure enough, the latter cdressed up and with a smiling face.

Malaya didn't act like the stepmothers in TV s, scolding Cheyenne or embarrassing her. Instead, she stood up for Cheyenne, engaging with the teachers. While acknowledging her own mistakes, she persuaded the teachers to forgive Cheyenne.

After the matter was solved, she had a kind and loving expression as she stroked Cheyenne's head and said to her.

"Cheyenne, since you don't like studying, I won't force you." "If you can't get into college, I can help you find a school. I have a friend who runs a college." "You don't need to take the teacher's words to heart. You're still young, and youth is full of ups and downs like this." "When I was young, my grades were worse than yours. I was even more of a slacker!" She shared her own personal experience as an underachieving student from a rural area who made it to where she is today.

Little did she know how disgusted Cheyenne felt with her own story.

Cheyenne knew Malaya got where she is today by being a hwrecker.

And all of Malaya's efforts in cultivating Cheyenne into a "spoiled rich girl” were just stepping stones for her daughter Nora.

At fourteen years old, Cheyenne felt extremely lonely and had no idea where she belonged.

She wanted to go home.

But the Lawrence family wasn't her home! Her grandfather lived far away in Shedale and couldn't care for her.

One time, she attempted to run away from hand nobody noticed that she was missing for three days!

Cheyenne slept in the bridge hole under the overpass and nearly froze to death on that cold night. Suddenly, a young man in his early twenties walked by seemingly by chance! He was surprised when he saw Cheyenne and quickly took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders without hesitation before leaving quietly into the night sky Half asleep but still conscious enough to see him leave, Cheyenne felt like an angel had descended upon her.

The clothes on her body still carried a faint and elegant fragrance.

She wasn't dreaming! Someone really left a piece of clothing for her.

At the age of fourteen, Cheyenne returned hafter having a m realization and that piece of clothing was still sealed in her closet to this day.

She wanted to return it to its rightful owner with her own hands, hands, s, and yet its owner who had once made her feel the warmth of heaven was now casting her into an abyss!