The Heiress's Revenge

"You Gold digging low life! Are you still sleeping at this time of day?" Mrs Carter's voice boomed in my ears as she whipped off the little blanket that barely covered my body.Sitting up in a sleepy mood, I rubbed my eyes with my palm before opening them to take in her furious face, the wrinkled arch on her forehead very visible. "Good morning, Mother." I greeted politely disregarding her initial insult"I am not your mother, you silly girl. Will you not go to work? Or are you waiting for my Son to provide for your lazy ass?" she asked folding her arms beneath her breasts"I won't be going to work today; tomorrow's Valentine's Day ma Ethan and I have plans," I said letting a small smile creep up my face at the thought of spending tomorrow with the love of my life, but the thought was cut short by a croaked laughter "You think my son will spend his hard-earned money on you all for Valentine's Day? You must be delusional" I smiled and then said, "Mother, is there something you would

I had wanted to leave my thing here and move on, but a small part of me wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.The house I once thought was home stood before me, its walls holding memories I wished I could forget. The driveway was the same, the porch light flickering like it always did, but everything felt different... colder, emptier.Alexander's Porsche came to a smooth stop, the bare hum of the engine fading into the quiet street. I gripped the hem of my dress, my fingers twisting the fabric as if holding on to something real... something that wouldn’t betray me.“You don’t have to do this,” Alexander’s voice cut through the silence, calm and unreadable.I turned to look at him. His hands rested casually on the wheel, his sharp features unreadable in the dim glow of the streetlights. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who concerned himself with other people’s affairs. So why did he care now?“Yes, I do,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady.He didn’t argue, just nodded

The mirror didn’t lie.I stared at my reflection, watching as the woman I once was disappeared before my eyes. The emerald dress clung to me, a perfect fit, accentuating every curve with an elegance that demanded attention. A masterpiece of silk and temptation, whispering promises of power and vengeance.My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, but I steadied myself. There was no room for weakness tonight.Tonight, I was two people.Sophia Reid, Alexander Reid’s poised, devoted wife.Sophia Lancaster, the heiress to the Lancaster Group of CompaniesA knock at the door pulled me back to reality. Uncle Bruce stepped in, his expression tight with concern.“The second outfit is ready,” he murmured. “It’s in the locked restroom stall, just as planned.”I exhaled slowly. “Good.”His hesitation was brief but noticeable. “Are you sure about this, Sophia?”There it was again, that flicker of doubt. It was always there, lingering in his eyes every time I s

I couldn’t help but do some research about the woman who had proposed marriage to me herself. I’ve never seen any woman as confident as she was. Every woman I’ve ever come across was either after my money or my looks. This was one of the reasons I never showed up for most of the blind dates my grandmother had set me up with. But when my grandmother heard of Sophia Lancaster, she became obsessed with her.“You need to marry her.” “What if she isn’t who you think she is?” I’ve always asked her. “What if this Sophia doesn’t like me?” “Give her a chance?” My grandmother will always say.“We don’t even know what she looks like,” I had always replied. This was the truth because Sophia Lancaster had never shown herself to the public. I’ve only seen her father at private events, but not his daughter.She doesn’t even have a picture on the internet, except when she was a little girl. That’s all the internet has of her.“Marcus, have you gotten anything about her yet?” I asked while I got

All through the journey, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. I wanted to touch her, but I couldn’t. She seemed so troubled and distant. This wasn’t the lady who slipped a ring into my finger a few days ago. What exactly could be on her mind.I was about to speak when she suddenly interrupted me. According to tradition, it was normal for me to allow her first. “Let’s break up,” she proposed, her eyes solemnly shifting away from mine. I smiled a bit, telling myself it must be a joke, and she couldn’t have been serious about it. Luckily, I knew her father; if not, I’d have agreed that the Lancasters are like that.“You can’t be serious right now? Wait a minute,” I held her up, signaling Marcus and the driver to leave.Just as they left, I turned towards Sophia, trying to understand what she meant by breaking up with me. “Do you mean you don’t want to stay at my place tonight? I could easily ask my guards to–”“No. I mean the real breakup. This,” she pointed to both of u