All Chapters of REVENGE OF THE PHANTOM HEIRESS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The bathroom mirror reflected perfection—at least, that's what everyone would see. Jezza Clarksville adjusted the delicate diamond necklace at her throat, watching her own hazel eyes with their golden flecks stare back at her. The woman in the mirror wore a stunning ivory silk gown that cost more than most people's cars, her chestnut hair swept into an elegant chignon that took her stylist two hours to perfect. She looked like every inch the billionaire heiress celebrating her engagement to New York's most eligible bachelor.So why did she feel like she was staring at a stranger?"Pull yourself together," she whispered to her reflection. "It's just pre-wedding jitters."But even as she said it, Jezza knew that wasn't true. The wrongness had been building for weeks—subtle shifts in the people around her, conversations that stopped when she entered rooms, the way her stepmother Margaret watched her with those calculating blue eyes that reminded Jezza of a predator sizing up prey.A kno

Consciousness returned to Jezza like a slow-motion collision. First came the pain – a crushing headache that felt like her skull was being compressed in a vise. Then the nausea, rolling through her stomach in waves that made her want to curl into a ball. Finally, terrifyingly, came awareness.The surface beneath her vibrated with mechanical precision. Her wrists burned where plastic restraints cut into her skin. And the sound – a constant, droning hum that could only mean one thing.She was on a plane.Jezza's eyes snapped open, and panic crashed over her like a tidal wave. The cargo hold was dimly lit, filled with shadows that seemed to move and breathe. She wasn't alone. Three other figures lay nearby, all women, all bound, all wearing the same expression of dawning horror."Welcome back, sleeping beauty." The voice came from a woman in her thirties, Mediterranean features sharp with exhaustion and fear. "I'm Velmora. Velmora Vasquez. My father owns half the oil wells in Venezuela.

Dawn in the Australian outback painted the sky in shades of violence—deep purples bleeding into angry reds, the sun rising like a malevolent eye over terrain that had been killing the unprepared for thousands of years.Jezza ran across the broken landscape, her feet raw and bleeding from hours of desperate flight over sharp rocks and thorny scrub. The prison uniform they'd given her hung in tatters, offering no protection against the cutting wind or the temperature that swung from freezing to blazing as the sun climbed higher.Behind her, the sound of pursuit grew steadily closer.She had made it farther than anyone had ever managed before—nearly twelve miles from the facility before the tracking dogs caught her scent. But twelve miles meant nothing when her hunters had vehicles, weapons, and intimate knowledge of a country that wanted to kill her as much as they did.The helicopter found her first, its searchlight cutting through the pre-dawn gloom like a sword. Then came the ATVs,

The sound of fists hitting leather echoed through the training room as Berry unleashed her frustration on the punching bag. Sweat dripped down her face, mixing with tears she refused to acknowledge. The bag swayed with each impact, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough to quiet the rage building inside her chest."You're going to break your hands if you keep hitting it like that."Berry spun around to find Cossy standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable. The older woman looked different somehow, smaller, like she'd left her armor outside."What do you want?" Berry's voice was raw from exertion."To apologize." Cossy stepped into the room, her movements careful and deliberate. "What I said earlier was out of line.""Which part? The part where you called me a damaged girl or the part where you said I'd get people killed?"Cossy winced. "Both. All of it because I was wrong.""Were you?" Berry grabbed a towel and wiped her face. "Because from where I'm standing, everything yo

Berry looked up from her new laptop, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard. “Who is Maya?”Theo glanced at Cossy, then back at Berry. “Maya is my sister. My younger sister.”Berry's expression shifted, something cold flickering across her face. She turned back to her laptop without another word, her jaw tight.“She's in college,” Theo continued, trying to fill the sudden silence. “Somerset College. She's graduating next month.”“Cool,”Berry muttered, not looking up from the screen.Cossy watched Berry's fingers move across the sleek keyboard, her own hands clenched at her sides. “That's a really nice laptop, Berry. Must have cost a fortune.”“Theo got it for me,” Berry said simply.“I can see that.” Cossy's voice carried an edge. “He's always been generous with his... projects.”Theo frowned. “Cossy.”“What? I'm just saying. Some of us have been using the same old equipment for years.”Berry finally looked up, meeting Cossy's eyes. “If you have a problem with me getting a lapto