DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH

Darla POV.I sat on the edge of my old bed, hands clenched into fists, remembering everything. Melanie's voice echoing in my head: "Poor thing." Like I was some wounded animal they were putting out of its misery.And Richard. God, Richard talking about my father's death like it was just another business transaction. "Some things are better left alone." They killed him. I knew it now, deep in my bones. My father worked so hard to build something for his family, died and those two thought they could get their hands on his money."Lucky," I whispered to myself. "I'm so damn lucky."Not many people get a second chance. Not many people get to come back and fix the biggest mistake of their lives. I wasn't going to waste it.Richard and Melanie thought they were so smart, so clever with their little plan. They had no idea what was coming.I heard voices outside my door. Voices that made my stomach turn."She's been sleeping for almost fifteen hours," one of them said. "Think she's sick?""P

Xavier's POVMy phone rang just as I stepped into the casting building. The caller ID made me pause my grandfather's lawyer. Nothing good ever came from calls like this."Xavier Lorette speaking.""Mr. Lorette, we need to discuss the Henderson acquisition. There's been a complication."I sighed, moving toward a quieter corner of the building. "What kind of complication?""The city council is claiming that the project might cause environmental issues, but my sources say someone has been paying them to delay the project.""Find out who and how much they want. Everyone has a price." I leaned against the wall, watching people hurry past. "And if they don't want money, find out what they do want.""Already on it, sir. Should have answers by tonight.""Good. And Jenkins? Next time something like this comes up, handle it before it becomes my problem.""Of course, sir."I ended the call and was about to head to my meeting when I heard familiar voices around the corner. Richard's voice, discus

Darla’s POVI turned to the actor and whispered, “Hide. Now!”He didn’t argue. He grabbed his shirt and slipped into the narrow closet near the bathroom. I cracked the door open. It was her.Melanie.She stood there with concern written all over. If I hadn’t heard about her plan to kill me earlier, I would have totally fallen for it. But I knew better now.“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”I raised a brow. “Why?”“Well, I couldn’t find you at the party,” she said with a forced laugh. “You just disappeared, so I figured maybe something happened. I came to check.”I leaned on the doorframe. “And you just happened to check this hallway?”Her eyes shifted behind me, like she was trying to look into the room. “I also saw someone, a guy, walk this way earlier. I just thought maybe he was looking for something too.”She wasn’t as sneaky as she thought she was.“You know,” I said, “it’s funny how you always show up where you’re not invited.”“I was worried,” she

Darla’s POVDays had blurred into weeks, and the movie production had finally begun. Each day was a whirlwind of scripts, camera angles, wardrobe, and glances that I could barely contain. The headlines had slowly faded into the background, but somehow they still lingered. People smiled at me, but their faces searched for scandal, for weakness, for confirmation that I was nothing but a warmed bed and maybe… a lucky break. But I gave them nothing. This morning felt no different. The studio was buzzing with energy, just as normal. Crew members ran around with coffees and clipboards, lights flickering to life, and actors gathered for a call time. And Melanie?She had started to show up at the studio more than she was needed, more often than her scenes required. She was always overdressed, always hovering around seeking attention or pretending to help. But it was clear: she hated not being the one in the spotlight. And me?She didn’t know that I knew. The day they left my house: Rich

Darla’s POVI stepped into the cold night, with a hood over my head. I had agreed to meet Richard at a café not so far from my place.It was one of those quiet spots people didn’t really pay attention to, just the perfect place for a conversation you didn’t want the world to hear. My hands were deep in my pockets, fingers fiddling with my phone like it could distract me from everything I wasn’t saying out loud.When I got there, he was already seated at a table near the window. He looked… calm. The same warm eyes and innocent face that used to make me feel safe.Immediately he saw me, he stood up like a gentleman, his eyes became softer like nothing was broken. Like he didn’t carry the scent of someone else on his skin a few nights ago.“Still like your coffee bitter?” he asked with a half smile as I sat across from him.“Only if it reminds me of you,” I said with a teasing smirk.He chuckled softly and leaned back, letting the moment settle. Then we talked about everything and nothin