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897words2026-01-26 11:24

Exposed for Plagiarizing the Fake Heiress's Songs, I Was Dragged into an Abandoned Factory and Brutally Tortured by Dozens of Anti-Fans
I was rescued with a bloody hole carved into the nape of my neck, my vocal cords severed, and my fingers and legs twisted and broken systematically.
My parents, legends in the music industry, mobilized every resource, swearing to hunt down the monsters who hurt me to justice.

My brother, a powerful CEO, was desperately contacting the world's top medical teams to treat me.
Outside the operating room, their hushed voices carried through the door, each word a fresh betrayal.
"Isabelle plagiarizing Ann's work was wrong, but... wasn't this punishment too harsh?" my mother's voice was laced with a hesitation that chilled me more than the cold table I lay on.
My father's reply was a cold hard sharp,
"She brought this upon herself! Wewelcomed her back into this family ten years ago and let her steal so much affection that should have been Ann's. She was never satisfied, always trying to outshine Ann. And now she stoops to stealing Ann's song!"
My brother chimed in,

"Yeah! She's the one with our blood, yet she used underhanded tricks to bully Ann. This time, she needs to be taught a lesson so Ann can win the Gold Music Award without interference. As for Isabelle... just get her a dog's vocal cords. It's enough for her to speak!"
Agony, sharpen than any physical pain, threatened to tear me apart.
Hot, silent tears sliding from the corners of my eyes.
My family, who had once promised to make up for a decade of lost time, had now orchestrated my destruction for the sake of impostor heiress, Ann.

It was clearly Ann who plagiarized me, yet they believed her word over mine and chose to ruin me, their own flesh and blood.
I don't want this family anymore.
At the operating room door, a doctor spoke with clear reluctance.
"Mr. Lawrence, Miss Lawrence's vocal cords are severed, but with an immediate artificial transplant, there's a chance. Furthermore, if we delay treating herfractures any longer, the damage will be permanent."
"Miss Lawrence is a singer who relies on her voice and hands. Shouldn't we proceed with the surgery immediately...?"
"Let it wait!" My father's command cut through the doctor's plea.
My mother hesitated,
"Honey, hasn't Isabelle suffered enough? She can't possibly attend the awards ceremony the day after tomorrow. She is our biological daughter. Are we really going to let her become permanently disabled?"
My brother's voice dripped with disdain,
"It's better this way! No voice, no stealing the spotlight. Broken legs mean she stays home. Useless fingers mean she can't plagiarize Ann's songs again. The Lawrence family can afford to support her for life, so what's there to worry about?"
"If she had the nerve to steal from Ann, she should face for the consequences. The Gold Music Award belongs to Ann. The future Award-winning Singer-Songwriter will be her. Only when Isabelle is completely broken will she stop scheming."
"No artificial vocal cords. Get her a dog's—just enough to speak!"
My mother finally sighed indefeat. "Just... make sure she has the strongest painkillers. My daughter has always been so afraid of pain... "
Hearing this, a violent tremor wracked my broken body.
The malicious attack I thought I'd suffered was actually deliberately orchestrated by my closest family, all to clear the path for Ann Lawrence.
But they never even asked me, just took Ann's word as gospel.
A tearing pain spread from my heart throughout my entire body.
I stared blankly at the ceiling.
my mother, entering the operating room, noticed my bloodied, trembling hands and criedher tears falling on my bloodied hand. "Isabelle, it's Mom! Are you in pain? Don't be afraid, we'll get the doctor to save you right away!"
My brother, right behind her, made a call, his voice also cracking with what sounded like genuine emotion.
"I don't care what it takes, find the best specialist for my sister's voice! Her lifelong dream can't be destroyed!"
"Isabelle, just hang on. I'll find those animals and make them pay!"
My father looked at me, eyes full of guilt. "Isabelle, the world's top medical team is already on the way. Hold on..."
"Once you're better, my father will personally write a song to sing with you, telling everyone you are my most outstanding daughter!"
I watched theirperformance numbly. With immense effort, I managed to type on my phone with my palm of my less-injured hand.
[I really didn't plagiarize Ann Lawrence...]
Blood soaked the screen.
My brother quickly took my phone away.
"We know! We all believe you! Just focus on getting better now!"
They nodded, but their eyes never met mine.
They didn't believe me at all. That's why they could so easily break me.
My brother, who found me ten years ago, my parents, who held me weeping, promising to spend the rest of their lives making it up to me.
They shattered my dreams with their own hands and threw me into endless hell.
All for Ann Lawrence, who had enjoyed a lifetime of their love.
As my vision blurred, I could no longer tell who was the real daughter and the real sister.
In their hearts, there was simply no room for me.
The biological heir was nothing but an obstacle to be removed.