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Chapter 20

Penulis: C.ELLICA
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-21 07:26:16
Few weeks later, I did what most people in their wildest fever dreams wouldn’t even dare whisper out loud—

I bought the entire freaking Central Park Tower.

Yes. That tower. The one that kisses the clouds and makes millionaires feel like peasants. With Darren, my dangerously handsome lawyer, Lance the jawline-blessed real estate prince, and a few “corporate friends” introduced to me by my beloved bank manager, Mr. Alwin Jr. (who now bows when I enter the bank), the paperwork was signed, sealed, and delivered faster than a tax write-off.

They looked at me like I had descended from some billionaire heaven with a gold-embossed checkbook and divine judgment. I saw one of them tear up. Probably thinking about his student loans and how I just bought a skyscraper with what amounted to three hundred thousand bucks.

They started calling me Lady K.

I didn’t stop them. Why would I?

My black card now had its own seat at every meeting. Darren had one rule: If Krystal wants it, it’s happening. Even L
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  • The Billion-Dollar Payback Plan: She Woke Up Richer Than The   Chapter 54

    Two blocks later, I entered the coffee shop on the corner. All glass, brass, and whispers of jazz playing from discreet speakers. The scent of cinnamon and espresso clung to the air.The barista blinked when I walked in—soaked hoodie, dripping shoes, no umbrella—and then smiled politely.“I’ll have six lattes, two trays of mocha cakes, and... do you still have the vanilla cronuts?”“Yes, ma’am. Fresh batch just out.”“Box them.”Ten minutes later, I left with two large paper bags, steam curling up from the cups inside. I walked with purpose, ignoring the stares. No one expected a girl who looked like a drenched college dropout to walk out of that bank and then drop a 1 cent on pastries.Good.Let them wonder.Let them whisper.No flashy bags. No screaming logos. No selfies with cards or cups.Just quiet steps and whispered doom.This wasn’t about showing off.It was about making them sweat.One by one, the McLarens will be crumbling. Elias tried to kill me and failed. The Raven Anders

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    I turned my head slowly toward the wall clock and stared at the ticking hands. 9:27 a.m.I was back.And I hope the joke about my winning ten million still worth one billion dollars.I was back.Back in the body I left behind, once again rewound like someone hit reset on a cursed tape. I pressed my palms to my temples, trying to keep myself from spiraling.“What the hell is happening to me?” I whispered.Was it some kind of divine punishment? A cruel cosmic joke? A second chance?Or… worse… was I trapped in a loop?Had my soul become some kind of plaything to time itself?But this time—this time something was different. My vengeance will be slowly and invisible.The pain wasn’t just in my lungs.It was in my heart.Broken. Betrayed. Cracked wide open by the image of Darren Johnson standing in that office hallway, lying to me. Of the massive money transfers. The Swiss bank account. The shell company in his name. My money.I remembered it all.I knew what was coming.He’d ask me that ni

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    A few weeks later.It started with numbers.Small discrepancies. Transfers so clean, so quietly elegant, that even my personal accountant might’ve missed it if not for Tomas’s thoroughness.But I saw them. I saw them all.From shell accounts to a series of false consultancy fees, Darren had been taking from me—chipping away at the empire I built with blood and steel. The money was funneled slowly, week by week, month by month, to a Swiss account under a name tied to an offshore trust.His name.I stared at the screen, bile rising to my throat as I opened the final email. Sent from an encrypted line. A contract draft. A financial transfer authorization with my forged signature. The watermark of my company. My seal.The bastard planned to take everything.The man I shared my bed with. The man who kissed my bruises, who said, “You’re safe with me, Krystal,” while he carved a hole into my trust.My hands shook.I was supposed to confront him that night. I had rehearsed it already. I would

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    And then came the headlines.“ANDERSON EMPIRE BLEEDS OUT: MASSIVE STOCK PLUNGE HITS FAMILY DYNASTY.”“BILLIONAIRE HEIRS SELL LUXURY HOME IN DISCREET CASH DEAL.”“WHO BOUGHT THE ANDERSON FORTUNE?”“FROM UPPER CRUST TO BURNED TOAST.”The gossip sites were worse.One influencer posted a viral TikTok outside the Anderson gate:“Girl, they said 'generational wealth' but forgot to pay the taxes. LMAO. Now selling lemonade outside their own mansion.”And while their stocks nosedived, mine soared. The Hunter Legacy was officially public, sleek, modern—and backed by global power.Venice’s bitter comment under one post only made it sweeter:“This is a hit job. You’ll all regret celebrating someone like her.”Tomas replied under a fake account:“Honey, she IS the headline. You’re the commercial break.”Oh, the Andersons tried to spin it. They had emergency PR teams, desperate calls to journalists, statements blaming “market volatility” and “external sabotage.”But no one was buying it.Especiall

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    A verified user reposted the Norma clip with the caption: “So she threw a fake bag at a real person?”Someone dug up Ivy’s sugar-uncle past and made a short documentary titled “Influencer or Infestation?”Venice’s stolen dress got its own parody account: @ChanelEscapee. It tweeted in all-caps and confessed crimes like it was on a bender.Era’s employer released a very PR-crafted statement saying “We are currently reviewing internal matters and do not condone personal activities that conflict with our company values.”By noon, the McLaren girls were posting vague stories about “mental health breaks,” deactivating comments, and sobbing on designer rugs.By 2 PM, I was sipping champagne in a silk robe while Tomas popped open another bottle and the headlines kept multiplying like gremlins in water.By 3 PM?The final dagger.A blog titled “Who’s the Real Heiress Now?” posted a glossy photo of me outside the newly rebranded Hunter Holdings HQ, and Hunter Corporations HQ lips glossed, heels

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