Return Of The Betrayed Heiress
She made him powerful. He threw her away. Now it's payback time.
Emelda Jones left behind her rich family and comfortable life to help the man she loved succeed. Allen Carter had nothing when they met, but Emelda believed in him. She worked hard behind the scenes while he got all the fame and glory. He kept promising they'd build something amazing together.
But when Allen finally made it big, he did the worst thing possible—he dumped her for someone else and pretended like Emelda never helped him at all.
"Don't you think that I'm totally out of your league now?" he said to her.
Those harsh words didn't just break her heart. They woke up something fierce inside her.
So Emelda went back to her wealthy family and agreed to marry someone who could give her back the power and status she'd given up. When she ran into Allen again, she wasn't the same woman who used to hide in his shadow. Now she had bodyguards, confidence, and serious money behind her.
Allen couldn't believe his eyes. And when he had the nerve to call her a gold digger, Emelda hit him with the truth that would ruin him:
"Gold digger? No, I am the gold maker!"
Now Emelda has everything she needs—money, connections, and a burning need to get even. She's about to show Allen Carter exactly what happens when you mess with the wrong woman. Without her, he's nothing, and she's going to prove it.
Ready to see Emelda get her revenge? Start reading now and watch her take down the man who thought he could use her and throw her away!
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Chapter: Chapter 12: Unmasked The silence stretched like a held breath. Every person in the ballroom leaned forward, waiting for my response to Allen's ugly words. The chandelier light felt too bright. Too exposing.I could run. Hide. Pretend this wasn't happening.Instead, I straightened my spine and let ice fill my veins."Gold digger?" My voice cut through the silence like a blade. "No, Allen. I am the gold maker."The crowd gasped. Whispers rippled through the room, but I wasn't finished.I stepped closer to him, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step was deliberate. Powerful. The security guard moved with me, but I held up a hand to stop him."I made you, Allen Carter." The words fell like hammer blows. "I built your empire. I created your success. Every strategy, every client pitch, every late night working while you took credit – that was me."Allen’s face turned pale. His mouth opened, but no words came out—because deep down, he knew I was telling the truth. And it hit him hard.The Zentrix
Last Updated: 2025-08-16
Chapter: Chapter 11: Stepping into PowerThe black SUV pulled up to the towering glass building that dominated the city skyline. Even through the tinted windows, I could see the gold lettering that spelled out "Jones Group" across the marble entrance. My stomach fluttered as I stared up at the structure that would one day be mine."Ready?" Mother asked, her hand finding mine.I nodded, though my mouth felt dry. The transformation over the past week had been remarkable. The cream-colored blazer fit perfectly, the heels no longer felt like torture devices, and when I caught my reflection in the car window, I barely recognized myself. Dalia's lessons had worked. I looked like someone who belonged here.The driver opened our door with a slight bow. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I felt the weight of curious stares. Business people in expensive suits paused mid-conversation. A few discreetly pulled out their phones."Chin up," Mother whispered. "You're a Jones."The lobby was all marble and crystal, with fresh orchids arranged o
Last Updated: 2025-08-15
Chapter: Chapter 10: Someone Sees YouEmelda's POVIt had been four days since the stylists invaded my house, since Mother declared I would rise from the ashes whether I liked it or not. The fittings, the lessons, the hours spent learning how to walk into a room like I owned it—sometimes I wondered if I’d ever feel like I truly did.I was in the middle of a particularly brutal session with Dalia, learning how to walk gracefully in heels that felt like stilts, when my phone buzzed on the side table."Focus, Miss Jones," Dalia said sharply. "Grace comes from the core, not the feet."But I was already reaching for my phone, grateful for any distraction. The message made my breath catch.Hi Emelda. I know our first meeting didn't end well, but I'd like to try again if you're willing. Would you have coffee with me tomorrow? I can pick you up at 4pm if that works. - SmithMy heart hammered against my ribs. I'd been thinking about him for days—the way he'd looked when I'd accused him of using me, the hurt in his eyes when I'd ru
Last Updated: 2025-08-13
Chapter: Chapter 9: The weight of choices Rachel slammed the guest room door open so hard the hinges rattled. She stood there for a second, scanning the now-empty livingroom, her breath coming out in short, angry bursts. Katherina was gone— of course she was. The stylist stood awkwardly by the coffee table, clutching her sewing kit like a shield.Rachel’s eyes snapped to her. “Go home.”The stylist blinked. “Ma’am, I…”“Go. Now. We’ll reschedule when I’m not being treated like garbage in my own house.”The woman looked over at Allen, who was still standing by the stairs. He just nodded at her, looking helpless. She grabbed her pins and fabric pieces, whispered “Thank you, Mr. Carter,” and rushed out. The front door shut behind her.Rachel turned around, arms crossed tight over her chest. The half-zipped wedding dress was gone now, replaced by a simple slip that couldn't hide how angry she was.“Are you going to say something?” she hissed.Allen let out a long breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Rachel…”"Don't 'Rachel' me
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: Chapter 8: A Mother’s FuryAuthor's POVAllen was in his study going through some office work.Meanwhile downstairs, Rachel's laughter mixed with her stylist's voice as they discussed fabric choices. He was halfway through reading a report when a loud, sharp voice cut through the air like a whip.“Allen!”The sound jolted him from his chair. He didn’t need to look to know who it was. His mother’s voice could make grown men sweat—and Allen had spent a lifetime learning not to flinch when she used it.He stepped out of his study just as Katherina swept into the living room. Her coat was still draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking across the polished floor like gunfire. Her eyes, dark and sharp, were locked onto the scene in front of her.Rachel stood near the large mirror in the corner, a white satin wedding gown half-zipped at her back. The stylist, a nervous young woman, was frozen mid-pin, eyes darting from Rachel to Katherina as if she might vanish if she stayed too still.Rachel turned, a bright smile
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: Chapter 7: Stilled GraceBy the time James pulled into the driveway, my head was pounding. I climbed the steps to my room like a ghost, the heavy front door clicking shut behind me. The moment I stepped inside my bedroom, I kicked off my shoes and dropped my purse onto the floor.I didn’t want to think about the restaurant, the paparazzi, or the way Smith’s eyes had looked when I’d left him standing there. But the memory clung to me like wet clothes.I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror. The soft blue dress that had felt safe this afternoon now felt like a costume. Who was I even trying to be?A soft knock broke the silence. I barely had time to say “Come in” before Mother pushed open the door, her perfume drifting in before her. She was still in her navy blazer and pearls, as polished at nine at night as she’d been at breakfast.“Well?” she asked, her eyes flicking over my face. “How did it go with Smith?”I forced my lips into a smile. “It went fine.”“Fine?” Sh
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Whispers Of The Moon's Spell
Synopsis/Blurb
In the quaint town of Silverwood Falls, nestled deep within the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, lies a secret as old as time itself. Under the enchanting light of the full moon, a hidden clan of werewolves roams the ancient woods, their existence shrouded in mystery and myth.
Enter Emily Hawthorne, a spirited botanist with a passion for unraveling the town's rich tapestry of folklore. When Emily stumbles upon cryptic clues hinting at the presence of supernatural beings lurking in the shadows, her insatiable curiosity is piqued. Determined to uncover the truth, Emily enlists the help of her childhood friend, Liam Grayson, and the enigmatic Isabella Cruz, owner of the town's occult bookstore.
As Emily delves deeper into the town's dark past, she discovers a sinister plot brewing beneath the surface. Gabriel Blackwood, the charismatic CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, has set his sights on Silverwood Falls, intent on exploiting its supernatural heritage for his own gain. With the help of his ruthless enforcer, Marcus Reed, Gabriel will stop at nothing to bend the werewolves to his will and harness their powers for profit.
Caught in the crossfire of greed and preservation, Emily finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. With the help of Detective James Miller, a skeptical but open-minded investigator, Emily races against time to protect the werewolves and uncover the truth behind Silverwood Falls' hidden secrets.
But as tensions escalate and betrayals abound, Emily soon realizes that not everyone is who they seem. With enemies lurking around every corner and the full moon looming overhead, Emily must summon all of her courage and cunning to survive the whispers of the moon's spell and emerge victorious in the battle for Silverwood Falls' soul.
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Chapter: Chapter 165: A Time to Celebrate, A Vow to ProtectSilverwood Falls bustled with a rare sense of joy and relief as preparations for the victory celebration began. Banners were hung, tables were set, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aromas of food being prepared. The townsfolk, despite their weariness, worked together with a sense of purpose and camaraderie, eager to commemorate their hard-won peace.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the town, the celebration officially began. Laughter and music filled the air, and for the first time in what felt like ages, the people of Silverwood Falls allowed themselves to relax and enjoy the moment.Nathanial found me near the edge of the square, watching the festivities with a thoughtful expression. He handed me a cup of cider, and I accepted it with a grateful smile."You should be celebrating," he said, nudging me gently. "You deserve it more than anyone."I took a sip of the warm, spiced drink and sighed. "I am celebrating," I replied. "But I can't help
Last Updated: 2024-07-03
Chapter: Chapter 164: Reflections and New BeginningsThe battlefield lay quiet now, the echoes of battle replaced by the murmurs of the survivors. Silverwood Falls, though scarred and battered, began to breathe again, its people emerging from the shadows of fear and loss.I stood at the edge of the clearing, looking out over the town that had become my home. The sky was just starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn, casting a soft glow over the wreckage and the weary figures moving among it. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and earth, but there was also a new undertone of hope.Nathanial stood beside me, his presence a comforting anchor. He had bandages wrapped around his arms and a determined set to his jaw. Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, his eyes were bright, full of the unspoken promise that we would rebuild, no matter the cost."It's over," he said softly, breaking the silence.I nodded, though my heart was heavy with the knowledge that our victory had come at a steep price. So many of our friends
Last Updated: 2024-07-03
Chapter: Chapter 163: The Last ShowdownThe battlefield was a storm of chaos and bloodshed. Silverwood Falls trembled under the weight of the conflict, the clash of claws, and the roar of battle cries echoing through the night. Everywhere I looked, my friends and allies fought valiantly, but the losses were staggering. The Harbinger's forces were relentless, and their dark magic added a terrifying edge to their assaults.I moved through the battlefield with a singular purpose, my eyes locked on The Harbinger. His presence was a beacon of malevolence, drawing me forward like a moth to a flame. His dark form loomed ahead, his eyes glowing with a sinister light as he cut down anyone who dared to challenge him.My heart pounded in my chest as I approached, the weight of the ancient relic heavy in my hand. The knowledge and power I had gained from the sanctuary coursed through me, every lesson and every trial leading to this moment. I could feel the energy of Silverwood Falls itself pulsing in my veins, a testament to my bond wi
Last Updated: 2024-07-03
Chapter: Chapter 162: The Last StandThe air was thick with tension as we gathered in the council chamber, the ancient crystal in my hands pulsating with a warm, reassuring light. Nathanial, Lila, Elijah, and I stood around a makeshift war table, mapping out our final stand."The Harbinger’s forces are amassing just outside the town," Nathanial said, pointing to the map. "We need to strike hard and fast before they can fully breach our defenses."Lila nodded, her eyes scanning the ancient scrolls. "The ritual we've pieced together is powerful, but it will take time to perform. We need to hold them off long enough to complete it."Elijah stepped forward, his face set with determination. "I'll lead the defensive line. We can't let them reach the heart of the town."I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of leadership settle on my shoulders. "Lila and I will perform the ritual. Nathanial, you need to stay with us. Your strength will be crucial in channeling the relic's power."Nathanial squeezed my hand, his gaze steady.
Last Updated: 2024-07-02
Chapter: Chapter 161: Unholy AllianceThe chaos outside intensified as shadows and screams filled the air. My mind raced, trying to piece together our next move. Suddenly, a flash of insight struck me, and I realized there was more to The Harbinger's attacks than sheer brutality."Elara," I said, urgency tinging my voice, "we need to dig deeper. There's something we're missing. The Harbinger isn't acting alone."We spread out ancient texts and fragments of old maps, scanning for clues. Elara's fingers stopped on a passage, her eyes widening. "Emily, look at this."The text described an alliance between an ancient entity and a group of human adversaries. The words leapt off the page, confirming my worst fears. "The Harbinger is working with a rogue faction of The Order."Elara's face paled. "If that's true, their combined forces are even more dangerous than we imagined."Nathanial burst into the room, covered in dirt and blood. "Emily, we can't hold them off much longer. The defenses are failing."I turned to him, my resol
Last Updated: 2024-07-02
Chapter: Chapter 160: The Awakening of The HarbingerThe blinding light receded, leaving us standing in a room that now felt alive with ancient power. The relic hummed with energy in my hands, its warmth seeping into my skin. Elijah stood by my side, his eyes wide with awe and concern.Before we could fully comprehend the relic’s significance, the ground beneath us shook violently, and a chilling wind swept through the chamber. The air grew thick with an oppressive presence. An ancient force had been awakened."Do you feel that?" Elijah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, gripping the relic tightly. "We need to get out of here. Now."As we turned to leave, a shadowy figure materialized before us, its form shifting and indistinct. The air around it crackled with dark energy, and a deep, resonant voice filled the chamber. "You dare to awaken me?"The figure solidified into a menacing entity, cloaked in darkness and exuding a palpable aura of malevolence. This was The Harbinger, an ancient entity bound to the relic, now free
Last Updated: 2024-07-02
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