All Chapters of CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Alaric's Pov She became bolder, her hand moving toward my belt, her lips grazing my jawline. The disrespect, the sheer audacity of her touch on a body that belonged only to Rhea, triggered something deep inside me."Leave," I growled, the word vibrating in my chest."Don't be like that," she whispered, her fingers fumbling with my buttons. "You know you want me, so stop pretending. Your wife won't say anything about it. After all, there are men who cheat and still stay with their wives, it's just a one night stand, it doesn't mean a thing. After today, I won't appear in front of you anymore. You and your wife will still live in harmony if she doesn't hear about this from anyone. So just…” My hand shot out, moving with a speed born of pure adrenaline. I caught her by the throat, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her neck. Her eyes widened, the predatory smirk vanishing instantly into a look of sheer terror as I forced her upward. I squeezed her neck, just enough to let her fee

Rhea's Pov The tension in the Grand Hall was like fire licking at the skin of people. The air felt thick and charged with the electricity that Sally threw at me with her eyes. I felt Neveah’s small fingers tighten around mine. I pulled her closer, my body was a shield between her and the venomous women standing before us.Beatrice Taylor looked like a woman possessed. The way I had dismissed her mother had been her last straw. She stepped forward. "You've got a lot of nerve," Beatrice spat, her voice vibrating angrily. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my jewelry and my gown as if they were stolen goods. "A commoner like you shouldn't even have the guts to stand in front of us, let alone speak. Do you really think that wearing a designer dress and standing in this hall makes you one of us, Rhea? Look at yourself. You’re a nobody. If it wasn't for you clinging onto the Giovanni family like a starving parasite, would you really have any relevance at all? You’d be back in

Rhea's Pov Monte, who had been standing in the shadows, finally stepped forward. His face was a mask of cold fury, his hands clenched at his sides. "This is slander," he growled, his voice echoing through the hall. "You’re slandering us in front of the entire city. Do you have any idea what the legal repercussions are for this? You say we worked together? Provide the evidence, Rhea. Or be prepared to spend the rest of your life in a cell."I looked at Monte, then back at Sally. I felt a slow, dark smile spreading across my lips."Evidence?" I repeated softly. "You want evidence?"I looked toward the center of the hall, where a massive, state-of-the-art television screen had been set up to display a montage of Giovanni family history later in the evening. The guests followed my gaze, their breath hitched in their chests."I’m so glad you asked," I said. I raised my hand and clapped twice. The lights in the hall dimmed automatically, and the massive screen hummed to life. The high-defi

Rhea's Pov Sally let out a sharp scoff, she looked like a woman who still believed she held the strings. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up from Beatrice’s side. "Ending?" Sally repeated, her voice dripping with a venomous mockery. She brushed a stray, silver-blond hair from her face, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You truly are a naive little girl, Rhea. Do you think a video and some digital numbers on a screen are enough to bring down the Taylors? Do you think the foundations I’ve built over decades can be toppled over by a commoner like you?” Sally laughed again, her eyes rolling. “Nothing is going to end for us. Not tonight, not ever. We will get what we want, the Giovanni estate, the Morrieti legacy, all of it, no matter what we have to do. We’ve survived worse than you, and we’ll survive this."I shook my head slowly, my gaze sweeping over the two of them, the mother clinging to a dying fantasy and the daughter staring at me from the floor."You’re

Rhea's Pov Marcello stepped forward, the aura radiating from him was cold and filled with anger. “During my investigations, I came across a man who told me everything that had been done to my wife, Hillary. How she was raped, beaten, forced to do things beneath her, forced to do things that no human nor woman is supposed to do. My wife was treated like a dog, she was treated like a beast, like someone who wasn't even human. She was your daughter! A human being born out of your flesh and you dared treat my wife like this?!” He stopped just inches from Sally, looming over her. The shadow he cast swallowed her whole. Sally, who had once carried herself with such arrogance, was now curled into herself on the sofa, her hands over her ears as if she could shut out the sound of his judgment."You sat at my table," Marcello hissed, his face contorting with a fury so raw it was terrifying to witness. "You drank my wine, you spent my money, and all the while, you knew. You knew she was being