All Chapters of CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rhea's POV “Bring you the whip? What for?” I questioned, staring at him. Howard's face changed entirely, his eyes went bloodshot and he lunged at me, holding my neck tightly with his palms and now that he was closer, I could smell the stench of alcohol on his clothes and on his breath. Oh, this explained his personality change, because normally, Howard always carried himself like a proper businessman, he only acted vile in the corners. Howard became a well known gambler and drunkard in the future, that was how he took everything I had bought with my own money from the house, then gambled it away, then he ran away and we eventually found him by the side of the road, and he died of alcohol poisoning. At that time, we didn't even have enough money to bury him so we just kept him at the morgue. It wasn't until I got a new job that he was buried and then afterwards, Rachel started demanding donations from me at the hospital for money. Howard's lips curled, his eyes flashing in disdain,

Rhea's POV I stumbled down the stairs, my back hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Pain pooled at the bottom of my stomach and then immediately bloomed all over my body. A scream of pain tore from my throat as I started to convulse. I had thrown myself down harder than I calculated. It hurt so fucking bad. “Rhea?” Alaric rushed to my side, his hands hovering above me, “Call and ambulance! Quickly!” He yelled at the anyone and Damien fumbled to bring out his phone, sweat gathering on his forehead. “R… Rhea, are you okay?” “It hurts. It hurts so bad.” Tears had began to gather at the corner of my eyes, “G… Ginny, why…” I coughed, something warm splattered out of my mouth. I gasped in horror, was that blood?! I was coughing out blood?! It was just a fall! “What are you talking about?! I wasn't the one who pushed you down! I wasn't!” Ginny tries to explain, her eyes wide with panic. “You… You tried to stab me with that knife, and I struggled to come out of the basement

Rhea's POV I blinked at them. Jason’s voice rang out so boldly you’d think he was the one who just spent days locked in a dark basement, not me. Rachel followed behind him, her lips pressed into a tight, unforgiving line, and Damien trailed in, keeping a cautious distance like the weasel he was. I shifted in bed, wincing as pain shot up my spine again, “What does that have to do with me?” I asked calmly, voice sharper than the heart monitor beside me, “Ginny pushed me down the stairs. She should receive the consequences for her actions.” Just like I had always faced the consequences of things I had no idea of. Rachel scoffed immediately, arms folding across her chest, “Oh, stop being so dramatic, Rhea. You’re acting like she committed murder. It was an accident.” Jason nodded, “Exactly. She made a mistake, alright? She didn’t mean to push you. She probably just lost her balance, or maybe you startled her.” I narrowed my eyes, “She just lost her balance? That's the best explan

Rhea's POV “You're going too far!” Howard yelled. “I'm going too far?! Aren't you the one who is willing to kneel for your adopted daughter?! Why? You can't handle the company over to me? Why is that? Jason already has his inheritance, Damien as well, so why can't you give me the company?” I questioned, but then I remembered, they had also never given me the company in my past life. That time, I had to work and work and work for the company, thinking I was going to inherit it but… “Don't tell me, you're intending to hand the company over to Ginny?!” Howard flinched, like I had slapped him with the truth. “You are, aren't you?” I whispered but my voice was loud enough for them to hear it. I chuckled softly, “I'm your real daughter and you were thinking of handing the company over to an adopted daughter. This is so crazy. But it doesn't matter, that company, give it to me and Ginny will be free. That's the only way out. If you don't, then forget about it.” There was finality in

Rhea's POV “H… Help me. Somebody please help me!” My scream tore through the ward like a blade, raw and desperate. “HELP ME!” I cried again, my voice hoarse and trembling. Jones laughed. A low, deranged sound that echoed in the quiet room and turned my blood to ice. “No one’s coming, Rhea.” His tone was mocking now, laced with a twisted kind of pleasure, “This is the VIP wing, remember? No nosy neighbors, no nurses lurking around. You’re all mine right now.” “No, please…” I sobbed, but he cut me off with a sudden jerk, pulling me upright. Pain screamed through my legs. My knees buckled beneath me, and I cried out again, struggling to stay upright. He didn’t care. “Stand up!” He barked, dragging me by the arm. “I can’t! My legs…!” He ignored me and hauled me toward the window with alarming strength. I whimpered, my body was barely able to keep up, my feet dragging against the floor. With one hand, he shoved the window open, cold wind blasting into the room. With the other, he