The Heiress' Comeback

I died on an unbearably cold winter night.I thought I could hold on until the warmth of spring returned, but Victor Harlow didn’t have the patience to wait.Without anesthetic, the scalpel cut into my chest, inch by inch, blood gushing like a spring.And yet, his hatred wasn’t satisfied.He raised his arm, driving the icy blade straight into my heart.The excruciating pain nearly suffocated me. Struggling, I gasped out a question, “Why?”I truly couldn’t understand.We grew up together, childhood sweethearts from families with generations of close ties.For so many years, my father supported the Harlow Corporation, paving the way for his rise to power.Even after he gained full control of the company, we never once sought to exploit him.But he manipulated the stock market, fabricated scandals, and forced the Grant family to ruin.“Why, Victor?” I desperately clutched his tie.Victor glared at me with burning hatred. Though he was the one killing me, his expression was as if I had be

“I’ve been the heir to the Harlow family since I was a child. Everyone flatters me, curries favor with me. They respect and admire me only because of my status as the Harlow family heir. “Even you, Mia. If I weren’t the Harlow heir, would you still have feelings for me?”His words left me speechless at that time.If he weren’t the Harlow heir, there wouldn’t have been an engagement between us. We wouldn’t have grown up together. How could there even be a question of love?“But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?”For a moment, I almost believed him.As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic.I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim.But we all overlooked another possibility.Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watc

My father, along with my brothers and uncles, had always followed a conservative approach to business.In my past life, the moment Victor gave even a subtle hint, they immediately backed down, signing unequal agreements.Victor exploited their trust, taking advantage of the situation to swallow up everything in one fell swoop.As history proved, absolute trust in a man with ambition only led to ruin.“Miss Mia, have we heard anything from Mr. Harlow yet?” Emily asked cautiously, glancing at the phone on the table.In the past, Victor often sent me voice messages filled with sweet nothings.This time, there was only one brief line:“Know your limits.”I let out a cold laugh and tossed the phone aside.“Miss Mia!” Emily panicked. “If Mr. Harlow is willing to negotiate, perhaps it’s best to compromise just a little—”I cut her off. “Any birthday gifts arrived today?”Emily blinked in confusion. “Yes, there are.”She handed me a velvet box containing a dazzling ruby bracelet. Her eyes lit

Everyone believed the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, was officially over.They were all waiting to see me fall apart, eager for a spectacle.Yes, my engagement to Victor was annulled.But if they were expecting me to become a laughingstock, they were destined for disappointment.That day, the Harlow estate was unusually lively.Victor had brought along a troupe of supporters—popular influencers promoting the “Fate’s Chosen One” narrative, witnesses to the aurora event, and even a handful of prominent business figures.A group this large and determined marched straight into William’s study to apply pressure.The moment my father caught wind of the situation, he rushed over with several uncles and senior executives in tow.The Grant family, with its century-long legacy, had never been so humiliated.“Mr. William, since Victor’s mind is made up, why not let him have his way?”“Our family won’t object!”To think that everything had spiraled to this

The carefully crafted image of Yvonne as a “tragic, mute victim” collapsed overnight.Those who had been deceived by her facade quickly turned on her, condemning her lies.Unfortunately, I wasn’t there to see Victor’s reaction when he found out the truth. Honestly, it was a real shame.What I did know was that chaos erupted in Victor’s villa shortly after. The sounds of angry shouting and hysterical sobbing echoed throughout the house.Within days, the drama reached William.Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!”…Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion.Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule.Had no one ever taught Victor the same?Maybe not.Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born.His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. De