All Chapters of The Rebirth of a Scorned Heiress : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

{What plans do you have in place to deal with Hamilton?} Lily huffed as the treadmill came to a stop. She picked up a bottle of water from the counter and downed it as she tried to catch her breath. Ever since her first meeting with Henry and Williams Hamilton, she has had to be getting more agitated than usual. Lily wiped the sweat from her brow, her mind buzzing with calculated schemes as she finished the water. She placed the empty bottle back on the counter and stared at her reflection in the gym mirror.The anger in her eyes was a familiar fuel, one she'd grown accustomed to since regaining her memories. Even then, the anger had increased since she met them again. The mere thought of their smug faces made her blood boil.In her previous life, they'd stripped her of everything—her dignity, her dreams, and her very life. But this time, she wouldn’t be the helpless victim."I'm going to take everything away from them; I'll break them piece by piece," she gritted out. "They'd wish

"I guess it's time the chase began." Lily sat at her desk, her gaze fixed on the detailed web of plans displayed across her home office walls. Strings of red, blue, and yellow connected the faces of her enemies, forming a network of schemes that only she understood.The Hamiltons might have thought themselves untouchable, but to her, they were nothing more than flies in a web she had spent every waking day of her new life spinning.She picked up a pen and tapped it against the open file on her desk. The Greys were her first stepping stone, but her ultimate target was the Hamilton empire. Destroying them would require careful consideration, patience, and a plan so seamless that not even their sharpest minds would see it coming.Her phone buzzed again—a message from Mr. Wallace.“The next shareholders’ meeting is in two weeks. Henry is already spreading whispers about acquiring another tech start-up to bolster their portfolio.”Lily smirked. Henry’s greed would be his undoing. He was

Arthur walked into his office the next morning, bleary-eyed and nursing a headache from the previous night's whiskey. The fluorescent lights seemed harsher than usual, and every sound pulled on his nerves.His assistant, Clara, looked up from her desk. “Good morning, sir. Your 10 a.m. call with Mr. Hayes has been confirmed. Also, there’s an urgent package on your desk.”Arthur froze. “Package? From who?”Clara shook her head. “It was delivered anonymously this morning. Security scanned it—nothing dangerous.”Arthur muttered under his breath and walked into his office, shutting the door behind him. On his desk was a sleek black box with no markings. He opened it cautiously. Inside was a single photograph.It was a picture of him sitting in the bar last night, phone pressed to his ear. Beneath it was a note:“Careful, Arthur. You’re being watched.”Arthur cursed, crumpling the photo in his fist. This wasn’t Lily—this was someone else.Family competitors?Or someone working for 'him'? Ei

"You are looking relaxed and happy. Any good news?" Lily asked with raised brows as Celina walked into her living room. "Of course I am," Celina chuckled. " I'm a lot more free now that the family is busy with preparing for the official appointment of the heir.""It's happening soon?" Lily asked and Celina hummed."It has dragged for too long," she replied. "Everyone knew since Mark became the President of Alpha Tech that he would be taking over as the CEO. The long period of constant battle was for the others to fight for the next best title." Lily leaned back on her plush sofa, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Let me guess—COO or CFO?"Celina nodded, setting down the steaming cup of tea Lily had handed her. "Exactly. The board insisted on announcing all the appointments at once to avoid unnecessary drama, but you know how it goes. Behind closed doors, it's a mess. Alliances, betrayals, bribes—Watson has turned it into a spectacle.""Sounds exhausting," Lily commented, though he

"Care to explain what is going on with the production and overall business lately?" Victor Hayes sat at the head of the long conference table in Tristan Freight’s corporate office. The room, usually buzzing with activity, was now thick with tension.His sharp green eyes surveyed his senior staff, each looking increasingly uneasy under his gaze. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast harsh shadows across the polished mahogany table, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.“Who’s behind this?” Victor’s voice was calm, but his words carried threat and anger.The silence that followed was deafening. No one dared speak as everyone shared subtle glances. Victor’s patience thinned, and his fist slammed onto the table with a loud thud, making several people jump.“Do I need to repeat myself?” he barked. “In the past two weeks, three of our biggest clients have cancelled contracts, shipments have been delayed due to ‘mysterious’ technical issues, and now our suppliers