Blurb：
When Richard Williams stole her family’s land and burned her home, the orphan thought all was lost. But the metal box of military medals from Vietnam and Detroit crisis heroes revealed a truth that would shake the town mayor and the army base to its core. With her grandpa’s Medal of Honor in hand, she vows to reclaim her property and expose Richard Williams’ illegal expansion. This gripping tale of justice, family legacy, and revenge will keep you on the edge of your seat. Perfect for fans of military drama and emotional thrillers.
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My neighbor expanded his house and took over the yard of our old family home.
I tried talking to him multiple times, but it led nowhere.
So I went to the town mayor to complain.
The mayor said I was causing trouble and told me to fk off.
“You can’t mess with Richard Williams. Just accept your fate,” he said.
The neighbor and his family set fire to my belongings inside the old house and shouted at me.
“Serves you right, you cursed orphan. Your family must’ve done something awful to deserve this.”
Ignoring the flames, I dug through the fire and pulled out a metal box.
Later, clutching that box filled with military medals, I knelt outside the army base gate and cried out in anguish:
“I don’t want the Medal of Honor. Just give me my family back.”
My grandpa never came back from Vietnam.
My dad guarded the border all year long.
My mom served during the Detroit crisis.
Was this my punishment from god?
…
My neighbor Richard Williams has been expanding his house lately.
The noise and dust have been unbearable.
I saw clearly that his new fence encroached six meters into our yard—a space that used to be full of flowers and life, now coldly taken.
I confronted Richard as he stepped outside.
“You can’t just take our land like this! This yard has always been ours!”
He smirked. “What do you know? This area’s always been disputed. Besides, I’m doing construction—none of your business.”
I shot back, “This is my property!”
He waved me off.
“Save your breath. I said it’s mine, so it’s mine. I’ll give you a thousand bucks. Take it or leave it.”
Our old house is in the heart of the city.
A thousand dollars for that much land?
It was insulting.
And I had the papers to prove this property was belong to me.!
This was plain robbery.
I argued, “What you’re doing is illegal!”
Richard’s face darkened.
“You think a thousand’s too little? Don’t push your luck.”
“And who says it’s illegal? I can get a permit from the mayor just like that.”
“Keep complaining and I’ll take your whole property.”
He glanced inside my house and saw a painting on the wall.
“What’s that messy thing? Your family portrait?”
People nearby began whispering.
“Family portrait? Her whole family’s gone.”
“Yeah, she’s bad luck. Probably cursed.”
“I heard her dad was involved in some scam overseas.”
Their words felt like knives.
But because of my dad’s confidential work in the military, I couldn’t defend him.
Richard grinned.
“I wouldn’t normally pick on someone, but the daughter of a criminal? Doing this is almost a public service.”
I glared, tears in my eyes.
“What you’re doing is against the law. I’ll sue you!”
He laughed.
“Sue me? Go ahead. Someone like you won’t get anywhere—even if you go all the way to D.C.”
Then he grabbed the painting, tore it to pieces, and threw the shreds in my face.
I froze.
That painting was the only image I had of my family—from a childhood dream.
And now it was gone.
Enraged, I charged at Richard and punched him in the face.
“Ow!”
He stumbled back.
But before I could hit him again, his two sons kicked me to the ground.
They started kicking and punching me wildly.
Richard got up, furious. “How dare you hit me! Teach her a lesson!”
“Nobody cares about a trash like her.”
I was truly afraid they’d kill me.
Mustering my last strength, I broke free and ran.
I ran despite the pain.
I realized then, being polite only made them crueler.
This time, I wouldn’t back down.
The mayor was a respected figure in town, so I went to his office for help.
He was showing off his new iphone 17 pro max when I walked in.
He saw me—bloody and bruised—and scowled.
“Stop right there. Don’t dirty my office.”
I stood outside the door.
He gave me an impatient look.
“What do you want?”
I told him everything Richard had done.
He wasn’t surprised.
“Oh, the Richard Williams construction his house? Yeah, it’s a bit out of code.”
Then he sighed.
“But that old house of yours should’ve been torn down ages ago. It’s not safe.”
“And it’s too big for one person anyway. They’ve got a big family—just let them have some space. Didn’t they offer you money? Consider it a great sale.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Was this the same fair-minded mayor everyone knew?
Rage boiled up inside me.
“If it’s against the law, he can’t build in my yard! It’s a crime!”
Choking back tears, I said, “I’m alone, that house is all my parents left me. I have to protect it.”
He gave a mocking smile.
“Sarah, don’t be difficult. Take the money. Or you might end up with nothing.”
Just then, his phone lit up.
A message popped up:
Richard: [Hey Mayor, hope you like the new iphone! Let’s keep in touch.]
He tried to turn it off, but I’d already seen it.
I pointed a trembling finger.
“You’re helping him because he bribed you, aren’t you?”
Furious, he threw his coffee mug at my head.
“How dare you! Everyone knows I’m the fair mayor!”
Already hurt, I fell to the ground.
He stood over me, glaring.
“Let me make this clear: Richard’s son is a deputy commissioner. His brother has connections in the state government. You’re an orphan. Fighting them is suicidal.”
I lay on the floor, tears falling. “You’ll get what’s coming someday.”
He smirked.
“You? Bring me down? Get out of here, you cursed orphan. Don’t bring your bad luck near me.”
He dragged me out by my collar and threw me onto the pavement.
Weak and injured, I hit the ground hard.
My necklace broke, and a bullet casing rolled out.
Staring at it, I suddenly saw my dad’s face.
He gave me that bullet casing before he left for duty.
I still remember him gently touching my cheek and saying:
“This is from the last bullet your grandpa fired in Vietnam. His buddy brought it back.”
“It kept me safe all these years. Now I’m giving it to you. May it protect you, sweetheart.”
But the next time I saw him, he was gone—killed in an action.
He left with a flower on his chest, he returned wrapped in national flag.
I clutched the bullet casing and cried.
Daddy, I missed you so much.
Daddy, I don’t want you to be a hero.
Because heroes are always sacrificing.
I just want you back.
Daddy…
An elderly security guard helped me up.
“You can’t reason with people like him. They only care about money. Let me take you to the county executive.”
His words gave me hope.
If the mayor wouldn’t help, maybe the executive would.
We arrived just as the executive was stepping out.
The guard explained my situation.
The executive frowned. “Alright, I understand. You can go now, Leo.”
The guard wanted to stay with me, but the executive cut him off: “Aren’t you a security guard? Do your job. You want my position?”
The guard flinched and left, glancing back at me worriedly.
Once he was gone, the executive looked at me coldly.
“Illegal construction? Taking your land? Got any proof?”
The question stunned me. My injuries, the obvious fence—wasn’t that proof enough?
Before I could answer, I heard a familiar voice.
“Don’t listen to her, sir. She’s just trying to extort more money. She’s lying.”
It was Richard, carrying two gift boxes.
The executive’s face softened immediately. “Richard, I know you wouldn’t do something like that.”
I felt like I’d been struck by lightning.
My last hope was gone.
That’s when I truly understood how hard it is for an orphan to seek justice.
Richard glanced at me. “Sarah, your place is probably cleared out by now. Get your junk out of there. Don’t waste my time.”
My heart dropped. I rushed home, stumbling as I ran.
When I got there, I saw not only the yard—but our three rooms were also demolished.
Workers hired by the Williams family were throwing my things into a bonfire.
“It’s all trash. Not worth keeping. Just burn it.”
These monsters were burning my clothes, my blankets—everything.
Then I saw the metal box in the fire and snapped out of it. I screamed and ran toward the flames.
I dug through the fire, not feeling the pain.
My hands blistered, but I didn’t stop.
Finally, I held the metal box.
People around me stared like I was crazy.
“What’s so important about that thing?”
“Maybe she can sell it for scrap.”
Holding the box, I walked away silently.
Mrs. Wilson, a neighbor, saw how weak I was and came to support me.
“Let me take care of those burns, sweetie. That looks painful.”
She gently led me away.
In her warmth, I remembered my mom.
The last time she held me was when I was eleven.
After Dad’s medal arrived, she never smiled again.
Then came the Detroit crisis.
As a nurse, she left for the front lines without even saying goodbye.
She never came back. All that returned was a medal—a hero’s medal.
Now it lay in that metal box, next to Grandpa’s and Dad’s.
These medals were all that was left of them.
But what good were they really?
After Mrs. Wilson bandaged my hands, I decided to return the medals. Then I’d go join my family.
I walked all night, limping, until I reached the army base gate.
Holding the metal box, I knelt down and cried out:
“I don’t want these medals. Just give me my family back.”
The guard looked confused at first, but when he saw the three medals, his face changed.
He quickly made a call.
I collapsed from exhaustion.
In a daze, I saw men in uniform running toward me.
The one in front… I think I saw him at my dad’s funeral.
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