The Ashworth Family's Arcane Secrets: My Father Called Me a "Parlor Pet" Until My Daughter Unveiled My True Power
Part 1
🔮 **My Father Called Me a “Parlor Pet” and Spread Lies About Me — But My Daughter Was About to Reveal What He Truly Feared.**
My father, Silas Ashworth, gathered our family for his “retirement” dinner at our Austin estate, a place thick with centuries of secrets.
He toasted my younger brother, Finn, as the worthy inheritor, then turned to me, calling me a “parlor pet” only fit for managing dusty ledgers.
He smirked, referencing the “incident by the creek,” a dark event from my youth that still twisted in my gut.
I wanted to lash out, to tell him everything, but I couldn’t.
Then, a strange shimmer passed through the room, just as my eight-year-old daughter, Lila, who was coloring quietly, suddenly looked up with eyes that glowed faintly.
A chill ran down my spine, unrelated to the drawing room’s cool air.
I needed a moment, an escape from the suffocating warmth of their gazes.
“Excuse me,” I murmured, slipping away from the table.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I stepped into the deserted hallway.
It was a coded message from Aunt Beatrice.
“Silas is talking,” the text read. “He’s spreading rumors about your competence, even your mind, after the creek incident. He’s telling everyone you’re unstable.”
My blood ran cold. This wasn’t just a public slight over dinner. This was the start of a calculated smear campaign, targeting my sanity and my place in the Ashworth family.
His words were just the beginning of his attack.
Part 2
I found Aunt Beatrice in the west drawing-room, her face etched with a familiar weariness.
“What is he doing?” I demanded.
She sighed, looking at me.
“It’s worse than rumors, Elara. He’s using Percival Bellamy to manipulate the arcane trust documents.”
My breath hitched.
“The trust? What about Finn?”
“He wants to legally declare you unfit because of the creek incident,” she explained.
“He set that up, you know, to test your resilience. Now he’ll paint you unstable from it.”
“Finn is just a means to an end.”
A cold dread settled in my stomach.
This wasn’t just about disrespect or a petty smear.
This was a hostile takeover, a calculated assault on my very right to exist within the Ashworth legacy.
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