Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heiress' Return For Vengeance : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

ELISETwo more hours pass in a haze of restless sleep and hollow waking moments.I barely eat the soup Maria brings, barely respond to Vera's gentle words of conversation. The world outside these walls feels distant and unreal, like something happening to someone else.But reality has a way of intruding, no matter how much you try to hide from it."I need to see how bad the damage is," I finally voice."No," Maria protests immediately, moving to block the television. "You don’t need to see that poison.""Turn it on!" My hollow voice cuts through.Both women look at me with concern. However, I’m beyond caring about their worry. I need to see exactly how thoroughly my life has been destroyed.Vera hesitates for another moment, then the television flickers to life, and disaster unfolds in high definition.The first channel runs an endless loop of the boardroom, broadcasting every second of it live across the national news networks.The moment I collapse and Vincent's lightning-fast reflex

KIERANFive days pass in a world of backlash and silence.Five days since Kieran returned home.The scandal exploded across every platform within the first hours, with Elise's name trending worldwide.But then something strange happened.Major news outlets started pulling their stories, articles disappeared, videos went private and social media posts vanished like they'd never existed.Some companies tried to resist and kept pushing the story. However, their defiance didn't last long. They faced massive lawsuits within hours.Defamation. Invasion of privacy, the list goes on. The turn of event was swift and brutal.After watching the big players fall, smaller outlets got the message and sites suddenly found themselves too scared to even mention Elise's name.Still, the damage was done.That first hour was enough.The story had spread like wildfire before anyone could stop it. Millions had already seen everything.And everyone knew who was behind the legal takedown.Only someone with po

ELISEI'm sitting at the dining table, fingers flying across the keyboard with renewed purpose, when my necklace suddenly begins to glow hot.My fingers pause over a particularly damning email thread when the sound of the elevator echoes through the penthouse.The elevator doors slide open with their usual whisper, but what steps out isn't usual at all.Vincent stumbles forward, with blood trickling from his split lip and his eyes bloodshot. Behind him are four men in black suits, looking ready to spill blood any moment."Vincent!" I slide my laptop across the table as I stand quickly and move toward him.Another figure steps from the elevator, and Vincent's entire demeanor changes.I stare at this familiar stranger whom I knew too well from my past life.Portala, the old Westfield butler.He walks past Vincent with calm authority.He's a thin man in his fifties, impeccably dressed in a black suit. Everything about him screams old money and unquestioned obedience."Mrs. Westfield." He

ELISEVivienne's face flushes with rage. "How dare you...""How dare I what?" I cut her off. "You've spent this entire meal calling me a whore, a bastard, a fraud. You've mocked my dead mother, celebrated my humiliation. And now you're offended that I won't pretend this is a friendly family dinner?"Abigail's eyes narrow dangerously. "You forget your place, girl."I laugh. The sound is bitter and sharp. "You've all made it very clear I have no place. Not in this family, not in the Blackwood legacy, nowhere. So forgive me if I don't play along with whatever sick game this is supposed to be."Alexander’s expression darkens. "Watch your tone. You're speaking to your elders!""Elders who have shown me nothing but contempt," I reply evenly. "Respect is earned. Not demanded. Well, I suppose as my nephew-in-law, you should understand the complications of family hierarchy."The subtle jab lands perfectly.Alexander's face darkens further.Natasha places a gentle hand on his arm. "Elise, we're

ELISEI can't speak or breathe.Words stick in my throat as I stare at her in shock."H-how... how do you know about... about that?" I stutter, shaking so badly. "How could you possibly know that I was... that I..." I can't even say the word 'reborn' out loud.Celeste's expression gentles, but she doesn't give me a direct answer. Instead, she touches the corner of her eye with one delicate finger."These eyes have seen many things, child. More than just what exists in the physical realm.Time isn't as linear as most people believe, and some of us are blessed or cursed with the ability to see the threads that connect past to present to future.""But that's... that's impossible," I whisper, even as part of me knows she's telling the truth."Is it? Or does it explain why you look at my son with guilt?”Each word has my jaw dropping because she's describing things I've never told anyone."The bond between you and my son isn't new, child. It's been forged, broken and forged again across li