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 POVI stumbled down the stairs.My back slammed into the marble with a sickening crack. A scream tore from my throat as white-hot pain surged through my body. I didn’t even have to fake the convulsions—this fall hurt far worse than I’d calculated.Shit.“Rhea?!” Alaric’s voice sliced through the air. He was beside me in seconds, his hands hovering, unsure where to touch. “Call an ambulance—now!” he barked over his shoulder.Damien fumbled with his phone, pale as a ghost.“R… Rhea?” Alaric’s voice dropped into something softer, strained. “Can you hear me?”“It—It hurts,” I gasped, my voice cracking as tears stung the corners of my eyes. “Ginny… why…” I coughed, and something warm sprayed from my lips. I blinked down.Blood.No. No, no, it wasn’t supposed to be that bad.The sight made my stomach lurch in genuine panic. That fall might’ve done real damage.“What are you talking about?! I didn’t push you!” Ginny’s voice shrieked from the top of the stairs. “I didn’t! She’s lying!”

Rhea's POVI blinked at them.Jason’s voice cut through the hospital room like he was the victim here—as if he had just spent days locked in a basement. Rachel was close behind him, arms crossed tight, her expression pinched and judgmental. Damien slinked in last, keeping his distance like the coward he always was.I shifted in bed, pain lancing up my spine. My voice was calm, but it held an edge sharp enough to cut glass. “And what does any of that have to do with me?”“Ginny pushed me down the stairs. She pulled a knife on me. She should face the consequences.”Just like I always had—even for things I hadn’t done.Rachel scoffed, her voice brittle. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’re acting like she murdered you. It was clearly an accident.”Jason jumped in, nodding, “Exactly. She probably lost her balance, or you startled her. It wasn’t intentional.”I narrowed my eyes. “Lost her balance? That’s the story you’re running with? I could’ve died.”Damien finally spoke, voice low and shee

Rhea's POV“You’re going too far!” Howard shouted, his voice thunderous with outrage.I stared at him coolly. “I’m going too far? You're the one who just offered to kneel for Ginny. Yet when I ask for what I deserve, suddenly I'm unreasonable?” My voice stayed even, but the temperature in the room felt like it dropped a degree with every word.“I’m your real daughter,” I continued, my tone sharp. “Jason has his share, Damien too. So tell me, Howard, why can’t I have the company?”His silence was telling.“Don’t tell me…” I tilted my head slightly. “You were planning to give it to Ginny, weren’t you?”Howard flinched.A bitter laugh escaped me. “Of course you were.” My voice dropped. “You were going to hand the company—the one I bled for, broke myself for—to an adopted daughter while locking your real daughter in a basement. Again.”The silence was deafening.“That company for Ginny’s freedom,” I said coldly. “Those are the terms.”Howard’s jaw tensed. His fingers drummed against his t

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