All Chapters of The Heiress’ Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A R I A N AI left the restaurant alone, my heart heavy as I thought of a thousand reasons why Angelo didn’t make it and why he lied to me. I called him twelve times. No answer. What could possibly be the reason behind his absence, i had so much planned out for us today, and he messed it up.I took a cab home, my stomach in knots. The baby, our baby was still a secret, I had been so excited to tell him. Now, I just felt sick. I dragged myself out of the cab my muscles weak, excitement now turned to hurt, anger and hint of worry.The apartment was dark when I walked in and quiet, too quiet. Then I saw it. A piece of clothing on the floor. A lacy black bra. Not mine. My heart stopped. I didn’t wear black lace, I never had. My hands shook as I bent down to pick it up. The fabric was soft, expensive. FamiliarBella’s, I remeber buying her the set for her birthday, but what could it possibly be doing here?My stomach twisted. No. No, no, no. I dropped the bra lik

A R I A N A I mustered up the remaking sanity left in me packing my stuffs in silence. My hands moved on their own, shoving clothes into a suitcase, grabbing the few things that were truly mine. Photos. Jewelry. The little trinkets Angelo had given me over the years things that now felt like lies. I didn’t cry. I had cried too much that there were no tear left to cry. The only thing that kept me going was the tiny life inside me. My baby, the one good thing left in this mess. I zipped up the last bag and took one final look around the bedroom just hours ago, I had been so happy, all the plans I had made for our anniversary, telling Angelo he was going to be a father. All that is shattered now. I grabbed my box of things and walked out, not looking back. I was halfway down the stairs when she appeared. Bella. Fucking cheat! The woman who had laughed with me, cried with me, stood by me at my wedding. The woman who had just been in bed with my husband. Sh

A R I A N AThe moment I stepped into the foyer, the air turned cold. My father stood at the top of the staircase, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, the sharp black suit he wore made him look more like a king than a father. And the way he stared at me like I was a disappointment, which I was If only I had listened and not gone against his words.My heart dropped. We had never been close not since I was a little girl, not since I realized love, to him, was conditional. And now? Now, I had broken his biggest rule. Never to belittle myself for the minors, to him they were nothing but slaves that would brown down to his mercy or any other elite.He had warned me about Angelo, warned me he was nothing and that he’d make me regret my decision of choosing him over family. And I hadn’t listened. I had fought for Angelo, defended him and him against my father’s wishes.And now? Now, I was standing here, broken, betrayed, and worst of all proving my father right.Tears

A R I A N AI felt suffocated, the reception hall was too loud, too full of people smiling at me like this was some happy occasion.I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I need to use the restroom," I mumbled to no one in particular, pushing back my chair. Dante glanced up from his conversation with some business associate his dark eyes studied my face for a second before giving a slight nod. I hurried away before anyone could follow. The bathroom was empty, thank God. I locked the door behind me and finally, finally I let myself break. Tears poured down my face, ruining my perfect makeup, my chest heaved with silent sobs as I gripped the sink for support. This wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Yes, I made a mistake with Angelo. Yes, I disobeyed my father. But this? Being married off to some stranger? To Dante Russo of all people? It was too much. I hated my father, I hated Angelo, I hated Bella. Most of all, I hated myself for being so stupid, so naive to think love

A R I A N A I walked downstairs slowly, my bare feet cold against the marble floors, the mansion was even bigger in daylight all high ceilings and expensive artwork it felt more like a museum than a home. Lina walked ahead of me, still talking nonstop. "...and Mr. Russo doesn't like people touching his things," she was saying. "Oh! And never go into his study! That's his private space. He gets very angry if anyone disturbs him there." I barely listened my stomach growled as the smell of food reached me, the dining room was huge, with a table that could seat twenty people but only one place was set for me. The food looked delicious fresh fruit, warm pastries, eggs cooked perfectly but I had no appetite I picked at a strawberry while Lina hovered nearby. "Mr. Russo is very private," Lina continued, pouring me orange juice. "He doesn't like people asking too many questions. And he hates—" "Lina." A sharp voice cut through the air we both jumped. An old woman stood in t