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Golden ButterflyDear Butterflies, I’m so sorry for not updating my stories for weeks and leaving you all hanging. This burnout has been tough, and my mind just couldn’t focus on brainstorming or even editing properly. I kind of shut down and needed time to reboot. On top of that, baby girl hasn’t been in the best health, which made everything even more overwhelming. That said, I'm gradually getting back to working on my stories, and I decided to start with this one. The good news is that both "Forced Marriage" and "Lunar Bonds" are complete books, and I’ve got proofreaders helping out. Once the proofreading is finished, I'll upload the remaining chapters in batches. Also, thank you to those who left comments to check up on me! :)
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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 someth
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
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.59
ELISEThe room erupts into utter chaos of biting questions.Half the crowd is shouting indirect insults while the other half is shouting denials.Camera flashes intensify to a blinding degree and the sound level rises to a crescendo that threatens to drown out coherent thought.Words like, "HOW MANY MEN HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH TO GET REVENGE?" fly around.I wait, completely unmoved by the chaos surrounding me. My bodyguards shift slightly, ready to intervene if the crowd becomes physically aggressive, but I remain perfectly still at the podium.This is exactly what I wanted. Division. Confusion. The comfortable narrative they've all accepted beginning to crack under the weight of doubt.I wait for the chaos to die down before continuing."As for my father's little announcement yesterday..." I pause, and my voice carries a note of genuine amusement that's somehow more chilling than anger would be when I continue."Henry Blackwood seems to have forgotten a few crucial details about the fortu
The Heiress' Return For Vengeance CH.58
ELISEMy bodyguards maintain their formation as I stride down the center aisle.The crowd parts before us, some reporters stumbling backward in their haste to avoid the advancing wall of muscle and menace.The auditorium is larger than it appeared from outside. Tiered seating rises toward the back, every level packed with journalists, photographers, and camera operators. The air conditioning struggles against the heat generated by so many bodies and electronic equipment, creating an oppressive atmosphere thick with anticipation and barely contained aggression.The hungry vultures seem thrown off for a beat. My composed entrance clearly not matching whatever broken, desperate woman they expected to see.I can feel their confusion ripple through the crowd like a physical force. Some lean forward in their seats, squinting as if trying to reconcile the poised figure before them with the narrative they've been fed.But predators adapt quickly. The moment of uncertainty passes, and their sen
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