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2025-04-24 15:12:16
Golden ButterflySorry for missing yesterday's update. I was totally wiped out and couldn't focus on my stories. My maternity leave's over, and I'm back at work now. I'm really determined not to leave my readers hanging, so I'm doing my best to keep updating my books regularly. I could use all the support I can get right now because it motivates me so much. Otherwise, I'm not sure how I'll keep it up. Also, a little heads up: this story and "The Substitute Bride's Revenge" are part of a contest. Your comments and gems would really help boost our chances of winning and keep the story visible to new readers. Thanks a bunch! :)
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The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.65
ELISEThe weight of everything crushes down on me the moment I step into my room. My legs feel like they're made of lead, each step requiring more effort than the last.I drag myself toward the bathroom, peeling off my clothes with shaking hands.The shower handle turns with a sharp squeak, and scalding water pours down from the rainfall showerhead. Steam fills the marble-enclosed space within seconds.The hot water hits my skin like a thousand tiny needles, but I welcome the pain. It's better than the numbness that's been spreading through my chest since that woman left. Better than feeling nothing at all.Then the dam breaks.A sob tears from my throat, raw and ugly. Then another. My knees give out and I sink to the shower floor, letting the water pound down on my shoulders while tears stream down my face.The sound echoes off the marble walls, mixing with the steady rush of water."Why?" The word comes out broken, barely audible over the rushing water. "Why did I think he'd be diff
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.64
ELISEI'm frozen in place, staring down at the contents of the bag while my world tilts sideways and everything dignity I have left crumbles into dust.Inside the bag is a vibrator. Sleek and red with smooth curves and a design to both aesthetic appeal and functional efficiency.A remote control sits beside it in the tissue paper.The implications hit me all at once, and I feel sick.This isn't a gift. It's a statement. A reminder of exactly what I am to him, what role I'm expected to play in this arrangement we've entered into.This is what he thinks of me, what he expects from me. Not a wife, not even a woman, but a thing to be controlled and manipulated for his entertainment. A toy to be used when he's in the mood and discarded when he's not."Mr. Westfield wishes you to wear it whenever instructed," she states matter-of-factly, as if she's discussing a company policy instead of my sexual humiliation."I'm not really a vibrator person," I manage to stammer out smaller and more path
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.63
ELISEThe simple, repetitive motion of putting one foot in front of the other. The burn in my lungs reminding me I survived when they tried to kill me.The steady thump of my heartbeat drowning out the voices in my head that whisper about failure and helplessness and the terrible price of survival.But as my body settles into the familiar rhythm of running, as my breathing deepens and my muscles warm, my mind starts to drift. And that's when the memories surface, unbidden and unwelcome, rising from the depths where I've tried so hard to bury them.The mental institution. Those sterile white walls that seemed to close in a little more each day, making the already small room feel progressively more claustrophobic.The smell of disinfectant that never quite masked the underlying scents of despair and madness, of human waste and unwashed bodies and the particular staleness coming from too many broken people confined in too small a space.The way the staff looked at me, not with compassion
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.62
ELISEHours after the press conference, rage still burns through my veins, hot and relentless.I can't sit still. Can't think straight. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces. Dad's shock, Natasha's disbelief and Camila's calculating stare even in defeat with her mind already working through damage control scenarios and planning her next move.The sheer audacity of what they tried to do to me. Again.They didn't just steal my inheritance. They tried to paint me as some deranged poisoner who'd hurt a pregnant woman out of jealousy and spite.They were going to have me locked away again, probably for life this time, while they lived off my mother's money as if they had any right to it. As if they hadn't already stolen enough from me, taken enough of my life, my sanity, my very existence.My hands shake with fury, trembling so violently I have to clench them into fists to stop the tremors.The rage is consuming, threatening to burn me alive from the inside out.I need to do somethi
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.61
NATASHADad's not even looking at me anymore.I can see the disappointment radiating off him in waves, and it makes me want to crawl into a hole and die.Dad's always been selfish, always put his own interests first. It's one of the reasons he neglected Elise all her life, because he couldn't risk her rising up against him one day. But he expected me to be smarter than this. He expected me to win.Instead, I handed Elise the perfect weapon to destroy us all.My legs give out and I collapse on the velvet ottoman, sobbing so hard I can barely breathe.Everything hurts. My chest feels like it's being crushed in a vice.My head is pounding from crying. My throat is raw from screaming. My hands are shaking so badly I can't even wipe the tears from my face.But worse than the physical pain is the knowledge that this is all my fault.I'm the one who pushed too hard, too fast. I'm the one who got greedy and tried to destroy Elise before she could fight back. I'm the one who underestimated her
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.60
NATASHAThe sound of Dad's fist connecting with the massive TV screen makes me jump so hard I nearly fall off the couch.Glass explodes everywhere, skittering across our pristine marble floor like deadly confetti.“DAMN THAT DEVILS SPAWN!" Dad's voice cracks as he screams with his face this awful shade of purple I've never seen before.Veins bulge in his forehead, and for a terrifying second I think he might have a heart attack right here in our living room."DAMN THAT LITTLE WHORE!"He kicks at the broken glass, sending pieces flying across the room.One shard cuts his hand, but he doesn't even notice the blood dripping on our floor. He's completely lost it.But even with the TV destroyed, I can still see her face burned into my brain.Elise.Standing at that podium like she's some kind of fucking queen while destroying my entire life with every word that came out of her mouth.And worse is that the reporters hung on every word like the gospel.My hands won't stop shaking as I stare
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