All Chapters of Revenge of The Woods Heiress.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Astrid’s POV By the time we stepped outside the cathedral, the chaos had already begun. Voices filled the air. Reporters shouted questions. Guests gathered in small groups, whispering excitedly as if they had just witnessed the most shocking event of the year. In a way… they had. Cameras flashed the moment I appeared at the entrance. “Miss Woods!” “Why did you cancel the wedding?” “Did something happen between you and Adam Pierce?” “Was the engagement fake?” The questions came rapidly, overlapping one another. I stopped at the top of the cathedral steps, staring out at the crowd calmly. Similar steps. The same cold marble beneath my feet. For a brief second, the memory from my previous life flashed through my mind again. Blood spreading across the stone. My body growing colder. Adam and Miley standing above me. My stomach tightened. But I pushed the memory away. Not now. My father stepped slightly in front of me, his presence immediately s

Astrid’s POV Revenge wasn’t just about anger. It was about preparation. And preparation meant information. That morning, after Miley Perez finally left the mansion, I sat alone in my bedroom for several minutes, replaying every word of our conversation. Her reactions. Her panic. Her insistence that I still loved Adam Pierce. If I hadn’t already known the truth from my previous life, I might have believed her performance again. But this time, I saw the cracks. The fear behind her eyes. The urgency in her voice whenever Adam was mentioned. That alone told me one important thing. They were nervous. Good. But exposing them would take more than suspicion. It would take proof. And proof, in Adam’s case, would begin with money. I stood from my chair and walked across the room to my desk. My laptop sat exactly where I had left it the night before. I opened it slowly. The screen lit up, reflecting faintly in my eyes. Years ago, when I graduated fro

Astrid’s POV My phone vibrated again. For the fourth time in ten minutes. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was. Only one person had been calling me that persistently all afternoon. Adam. I leaned back in my chair, my gaze drifting toward the large window overlooking the Woods estate gardens. The sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the lawn. Everything looked peaceful. Calm. Normal. But my mind was anything but calm. Just thirty minutes earlier, I had uncovered the first solid evidence of Adam and Miley secretly draining money from the company. Five million dollars. Hidden through fake logistics contracts. A shell company owned by Miley. Adam approving the payments. The discovery still sat heavily in my chest. Not because I was shocked. I already knew what kind of people they were. But because seeing the proof confirmed something important. They had started much earlier than I thought. Which meant their

Third-Person POV The night air outside the city was colder than usual. A sharp wind brushed through the empty parking lot behind a quiet lounge bar on the edge of downtown. The place wasn’t luxurious like the rooftop restaurant where Astrid Woods had just met Adam Pierce. But that was exactly why Adam chose it. No reporters. No business partners. No people who might recognize him. Inside the dimly lit bar, Adam sat in the farthest booth, his fingers tapping impatiently against the wooden table. His expression was dark. Frustrated. And most of all… Uneasy. Across from him sat Miley. She had arrived twenty minutes earlier, already waiting with a glass of wine in front of her. Unlike Adam, her posture was composed, but the tension in her eyes betrayed the calm exterior she was trying to maintain. “Well?” Miley asked quietly. Adam leaned back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair. “She’s not the same.” Miley frowned. “What do you mean?” Adam exhaled slowly. “I m

Astrid’s POV The next morning arrived with a quiet sense of clarity. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the study, casting long golden streaks across the polished wooden floor. From outside, the soft sound of gardeners trimming hedges drifted through the open balcony doors. To anyone else, it would have felt like an ordinary morning. But for me, everything had changed. Because today, I wasn’t just reacting anymore. Today, I would make my first real move. I sat behind the large desk in my father’s private study, a space that had always felt intimidating when I was younger. Growing up, this room was where serious decisions were made ..... company mergers, billion-dollar investments, contracts that could shape entire industries. Back then, I used to sit quietly in the corner while my father, Arthur Woods, explained complicated financial strategies to me. He had always believed I would inherit everything one day. I just hadn’t believed it myself. Until now. On the