All Chapters of The Heiress' Return For Vengeance : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELISEHeavy footsteps thunder down the hallway outside the bridal suite nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds after sending the email.My heart rate stays steady while adrenaline floods my system. The timeline proceeds exactly as calculated.The stylists continue their work, oblivious to the approaching storm like prey animals unaware of the predator circling ever closer.One adjusts my veil with delicate touches while another touches up my lipstick with a precision born of years of practice.Then the makeup artist steps back to admire her handiwork, nodding with satisfaction at how perfectly she's concealed the evidence of Kieran’s brutal claim.If only she knew what was coming… that her careful artistry would soon be destroyed in spectacular fashion.The footsteps grow louder and more furious percussion that drowns out every other sound around me.A maid passing in the hallway makes a startled sound. Probably jumped out of Alexander's way as he barreled past without seeing her.He d

ELISENatasha’s performance is flawless. She displays the right mix of shock, disappointment, and righteous anger. If I didn't know better, I might believe it myself. But I've watched her rehearse these emotions in countless social situations, deploying them strategically to get what she wants, whether it's a larger share of our father's attention or Alexander's body in her bed while I was too oblivious to notice. Today, what she wants is damage control, and she's willing to destroy me to achieve it.She turns to the gathered crowd, her expression masterfully changing to wounded indignation and rests her hand protectively on Alexander's arm. A gesture not lost on the photographers still capturing every moment, every touch, every tear. The narrative she's constructing with her body language is clear: the wronged man supported by loyal family in the face of ultimate betrayal."Alexander found out barely ten minutes ago. What man wouldn't lose his mind? She betrayed him hours before thei

ELISE"How generous," someone whispers, genuinely impressed."What a man," another guest murmurs admiringly. "Such strength.""That's true love," a woman declares, dabbing her eyes. "So forgiving. Most men would walk away."The crowd's mood shifts again. Admiration for Alexander flows freely, while judgment for me stays.He's the saintly groom while I'm the fallen woman getting a second chance. His violence is forgotten, my supposed infidelity isn't."She doesn't deserve him," a bridesmaid whispers, not quietly enough. "After everything he's done for her.""The Blackwoods should be grateful he's still going through with it," another guest mutters loudly. "Most men would walk away.""Money talks," someone responds bluntly. "This merger is worth billions. No one walks away from that over a cheating bride."Finally, the truth. This was never about love. It's about power, money, and keeping the family legacy intact. My life, my future… just part of a business deal.Natasha’s smile is brit

ELISEHeads whip around when a tech guy bursts through a side door with a face drained of color.He whispers frantically to a security guard who immediately starts talking into his radio.The big screen on the wedding hall walls suddenly flickers to life and all eyes shift from me to the massive screens. Instead of the planned wedding photos for the reception, they display Alexander and Natasha locked in passionate embrace.Gasps ripple through the crowd.The video plays in high definition. There's no mistaking who's on screen. Alexander's distinctive crescent birthmark he proudly attributes to his Westfield heritage is visible on his shoulder and Natasha's diamond ankle bracelet catches the light when she wraps her legs around him."Harder, Alexander," Natasha moans on screen. "Fuck me harder. Show me what she'll never get."Their voices echo through the cathedral with perfect clarity."You've always been better than her," Alexander responds. "Always. This merger is worth the inconve

ELISEAnother video of Alexander and Natasha once more entangled in passion fills the screens. This in an entirely different setting. Different lighting. Different cloths. Same betrayal.The timestamp confirms it in glaring digital clarity. The location is unmistakably the presidential suite at the Ritz.This footage shatters any possibility of a drug-induced, one-time mistake.The date flashes in bold red at the bottom of the screen. The same weekend Alexander claimed he was on business trip. The same weekend Natasha swore she was visiting a sick friend in Boston.The evidence stacks up with ruthless precision.The video plays on, brutally clear. The Ritz logo is visible in the silk sheets with Alexander and Natasha intertwined. Their voices are unmistakable. Their actions deliberate. Their betrayal undeniable.“When will you end this farce with my sister?” Natasha asks on screen, nothing like the trembling, teary act she put on earlier.“After the merger,” Alexander replies between