Semua Bab The Hidden Heiress's Revenge : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Selena’s POVThe television blared in my dingy little room.“…Today marks the highly anticipated union of Eastbridge’s golden couple, Olivia Ashford and Mateo Blackwood. The ceremony is currently underway at the HMP Grand Hotel, with several political elites, celebrities, and business moguls in attendance…”I didn’t flinch. My eyes, dulled from exhaustion but edged with steel, stayed fixed on the screen.Mateo.My ex-boyfriend. The man who swore he’d wait for me.And Olivia. My sister.I reached for the remote and clicked off the TV. The room fell into suffocating silence. My fists curled tightly in my lap.Four years ago, I’d been nineteen. Naive. In love. And willing to sacrifice everything.“Selena,” Mateo had said in that cold, soulless interrogation room, his hands cupping mine like a lover’s, his voice trembling as if he actually cared. “You know Olivia can’t survive this. She’s just getting her big break. If the public finds out she was driving drunk, her career’s over. The med

Selena’s POVI knew that face.Dante Harrington.The first son of the Harrington family. Their heir. The one the tabloids called The Devil of Eastbridge.He stood at the far end of the hall like he owned the oxygen.Even with the buzz of conversation around him, the air felt… still. Heavy. His presence sucked the noise out of the room like a vacuum. Dressed in a tailored black suit that looked like it was stitched from silence itself, he was tall, sharp-jawed, and cold-eyed. Those eyes, steel gray and merciless, looked like they’d watched empires burn and felt nothing.No one smiled at him. No one dared greet him. They only stared In reverence and fear.Everyone knew the Harringtons. They are not just wealthy, they are untouchable.They built their empire on weapons, first manufacturing, then global arms trade. After that, they swallowed up international finance and private security, turning old-money families into fossils. When the Harringtons wanted something, they took it. When som

Selena’s POVMrs. Ashford raised her hand again, trembling with fury, but Luca caught her wrist mid-air. “Easy, Mom.”She stepped back, her breathing ragged, eyes blazing. “You’re such a wicked, heartless child. After everything this family did for you… is this how you repay us?”Theo took a step forward, voice cold. “Mother, I think it’s time we cut ties with her completely. Let her fend for herself out there. Only then will she understand just how much this family has done for her.”Mrs. Ashford nodded stiffly. “All my life, I raised you with my hard-earned money, gave you everything I could. And now look at you—rebellious, bitter, ungrateful.” Her voice cracked with anger. “Theo’s right. You’re no longer part of this family.”I stood there, unbothered. If anything, I welcomed the break. I’ve wanted to leave for a long time—though I have no idea where I’ll go, whether I’ll sleep under a bridge or end up starving. Still, it’ll be better than breathing the toxic air in this house.“Fi

Selena’s POVWhen I turned, I saw Luca standing there, his eyes bloodshot with rage.“What’s the problem?” I barked.“Where do you think you’re going?”“Away from you vipers,” I snapped, trying to yank my hand from his grip. But he held on tightly.“Not yet,” he said grimly, only letting go when a few passersby began to glance our way.“What do you mean by not yet?”“You can’t leave the family now. First of all, you owe us. Mom and Dad took care of you since you were little—you think you can just walk away without repaying everything they spent on you?”I let out a bitter laugh. “Are you serious right now? You want me to repay the money your family spent raising me?”“That’s right. And besides, Olivia wants you to stay.”I cackled. “At this point, if Olivia asked you all to slaughter me in the middle of the street, you’d probably do it just to please her.”“I’ll take you home,” he said.“I’m not going anywhere with you, Luca.” My voice was steady. “Go ahead and pretend you don’t remem

Selena’s POVI kept banging on the door, but no one inside bothered to answer. Panic bubbled in my chest. I had to do something. I scanned the hallway for anything I could use to break it open—then I heard footsteps.A tall man approached, sharply dressed in a fitted navy suit. He had a clean-cut look, a chiseled jaw, and striking features that would make anyone’s head turn. His presence was calm, confident—handsome enough to momentarily throw me off. For a second, he almost looked like the male lead in some twisted fairy tale.“Hey,” he greeted me with a polite smile.“Hi,” I said quickly, relief and urgency tangling in my voice. “Can you help open this door? Mr. Ashford is inside, and I’m worried the people with him might hurt him.”The man’s expression remained cool. “Nobody would dare hurt Mr. Ashford,” he said calmly. “I’m Tony, by the way. Mr. Ashford’s lawyer.”Oh. This was the lawyer Mr. Ashford said he had called?“Nice to meet you, Mr. Tony. So you can open the door now?”Wi