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THE TRADE OFF
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2025-07-18 21:32:01
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HEIRESS REBORN THE BURN BACK
POV: NATHANIELThe room smells like tension and cologne and too much money being burned. I stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office, watching the stock ticker on my monitor drop by another point. That’s the third today."They are panicking," I mutter.Behind me, the sound of shoes clicking against marble grows louder. Sasha. Always stomping around like she owns the place. I don’t turn.She has surprisingly calmed down from my last scheme and that is enough to worry me.Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but she needed to be taught a lesson. Either way, I will just have to be prepared for whatever shit she pulls this time."You see this shit?" she says, slapping a printed headline onto my desk. Her voice is sharp, high-pitched. "Ashen’s stock is climbing again. People are calling Kaia 'a silent visionary.' There is another article speculating she is the one pulling strings behind the scenes."I finally glance at the paper. The headline is bold, red. Ashen’s Enigmatic
HEIRESS REBORN THE SPILL
POV: Nina RhodesI don’t drink coffee. Never have. But I have had three black espressos this morning and I still feel like my brain is crawling with bees.Because someone just delivered a bomb to my doorstep.The envelope is thick. Too thick to be anything good.No return address. No stamps. Just my name. Printed. All caps. Like a damn threat.No return address. No card. Just a manila envelope with my name typed on a sticker. I sit on the edge of my desk, my hands hovering. My gut already knows this isn’t fan mail. Or another bullshit tip about Nathaniel Cross sleeping with some washed-up heiress.I tear it open.Inside are two photos. One is old, faded, a picture I have seen before but never this clear. Alina Rivers. Teenager. Smiling like she didn’t know the storm coming. There is handwriting in red pen beneath it: Alina Rivers. Age 16. Subject 47A.The second photo is glossy. Recent. High-res. Kaia Hale at Ashen’s first investor gala. Cold expression. Eyes sharp as razors. Same bon
HEIRESS REBORN FRACTURE WARNING
POV: DAMIENI see the headline before I see the damage."Eli Voss, Brother To Philanthropist Sweetheart, Damien Voss, Arrested Outside Midtown Bar in Late-Night Altercation"It is plastered across every damn feed. Twitter. News alerts. Even that smug little clickbait gossip site with Nina Rhodes’ watermark flashing in the corner.The article says “altercation.” What they mean is Eli was dragged off the curb shirtless, high off something that wasn’t prescribed, mouthing off to the cops like he couldn’t hear the handcuffs clicking.I don’t care that he got arrested.I care that he’s my brother.I care that now my face is back in the press again, Dr. Damien Voss, philanthropist, trauma surgeon, brilliant billionaire and now apparently the idiot older brother who is covering for a trainwreck.I am supposed to be clean. Surgical. Cold. Not messy like this.So I knock once, hard, on Kaia’s office door before pushing it open.She’s already typing. Doesn’t look up. Doesn’t even flinch.“You
HEIRESS REBORN REWIRED
POV: THEOI don’t knock.Rourke always preferred silence, so I give him exactly that when I slip the lock and push the door open.He’s sitting at the kitchen table, lights low, half a cigarette burning in a chipped ashtray. His laptop’s still open, half a dozen encrypted programs running. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even turn his head.“Took you long enough,” he says.I drop the file on the table hard enough that the ash jumps. “Read.”He glances at the folder, then back at me. “How the fuck did you get that?”“You think I haven’t been watching you? Every message. Every trace route. Every breath.”He taps the side of his temple like he’s impressed. “Didn’t think you still had it in you, Lynch.”“You don’t get to use my name like that.”That gets a smirk. He flips the folder open and his jaw tenses. Not because he’s surprised. Because he’s caught."Seven years of blackout clearance," I say. "Three tours. Sectioned twice. Transferred out with a handshake and a gag order."He skims the pa
HEIRESS REBORN LEVERAGE GAMES
POV: SASHAHe sold me out.I know the second I see the file.One look at the ledger, the statement headings, the routing numbers tied to the Cross Foundation accounts… and my name at the top, bold, unmissable.Primary beneficiary.Like I’m the fucking mastermind.Like I’m the one who came up with the idea to launder donations through shell orgs, reroute funds from Elena’s social initiative into Nathaniel’s campaign slush fund. Like I wasn’t just cleaning up their mess, doing what I was told, keeping their image polished while they burned everything behind them.But there it is. In a nice little bundle, “leaked” to a conservative blogger with a flair for public shaming and no taste in fonts.My name.Alone.No Nathaniel. No Elena. Just me.The expendable one.The second I see the financials, I know exactly what Nathaniel’s doing.He’s prepping to toss me overboard.I scroll through the files on my phone, my hand shaking. It’s not even subtle—my name’s everywhere. Elena’s foundation slu
HEIRESS REBORN FEVER PITCH
POV: ELENAI don’t sleep that night.Not even a wink.The folder stays open on my desk like a wound that refuses to close, bleeding questions onto every surface of my mind.Alina Rivers.Kaia Lane.The ghost in silk heels.I replay every interaction. Every glance, every clipped smile she offered. The way she never bowed, never apologized for being sharp. She was always… too controlled. Controlled the way a survivor learns to be.Pointed and daggered.Always challenging me.It was hate. Pure hate And I saw it. My gut saw it. But I was too arrogant to name it.Until now.I’ve seen a lot of things in my life. I've survived campaigns that would break lesser people. Manipulated senators, crushed rivals, rebuilt Nathaniel’s messes more times than I can count. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepares me for the moment I stare down at that folder from Rourke and realize what I’m looking at.Kaia. That slippery, smug little assistant who walks like she owns every room but never says too much.
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