Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back 소설 & 이야기

She had violently violated his most sacred family memories. "In exactly one hour, the wealthiest billionaires in the country will walk directly through those front doors," Kiara commanded lethally. "It is heavily raining outside. Their custom Italian leather shoes will be slightly muddy." Aryan stared blindly at the flawless hem of her velvet gown. "You will completely serve as my guests' human footstool," she whispered softly, the absolute cruelty completely shattering his remaining soul. "Every single billionaire who walks into my mansion will explicitly wipe the freezing mud off their expensive shoes directly onto your bare, heavily bruised back. And if you dare to flinch, or accidentally

"I'm doing this because I understand what it means to lose everything. Because I understand what it means to be hunted. Because I understand what it means to rebuild from nothing. And because my mother taught me that power should be used to protect people, not exploit them." The room erupted. Not in applause they were too shocked for that. But in noise. In questions. In the energy of a narrative being rewritten in real-time. PART FOUR: THE RESPONSE 2:34 PM - Aria's Private Office The launch was already being covered by every major news outlet. Moretti Heiress Pledges 20 Billion to Combat Trafficking Criminal Dynasty Turns Philanthropic But Questions Remain Inside the Moretti Foundation: The

But whose? I opened my eyes quickly and saw three people sitting beside me. I jumped up in panic, grabbing the duvet to cover myself. “Who are you all, and what am I doing here?” I asked, voice trembling in shock. As I scanned their faces, one of them stood out. Sitting beside me, holding my hand, was THE CITY’S DUKE—Mr. Emerald Sullivan. The richest man alive. Before I could say anything more, he smiled gently at me. “Welcome home, my daughter. You are Alexa Sullivan, my long-lost daughter. After fifteen years of searching the earth, we’ve finally found you! You’re the true heiress to the Sullivan Empire and the richest woman the whole world has been searching for.”

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”

"What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things." Alan scrolled through his phone, and his eyes widened as he saw Elena's face with the caption: "Hidden Billionaire Heiress of Celestial Empire Revealed." Elena winked. "Message received? Don't bother with your dirty money. I'm striking back; get prepared. I'll destroy everything you love and worked for." Victoria stood, determination in her eyes. "Elena Wellington, you've hidden your true self for years. Do you want war? Bring it. I'll fight with my last breath to bring you down. That voice note? No evidence it's mine."

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

Before either of us could speak, my phone rang. An unknown number. I answered. "Hello?" A woman's voice came through the line. Calm. Familiar. And filled with the kind of cruelty I had never forgotten. "Hello, Penelope." My blood ran cold. Bianca. "Did you enjoy reading your mother's letter?" she asked. I stared at the phone. "How did you know about that?" She laughed softly. "Because, darling, your parents weren't the only ones who knew where the inheritance was hidden."

I shrugged. “He’s a nobody.” Jade’s mouth dropped open. “A nobody?” “He’s a journalist.” “So?” “So I’m Hilary Morel Banks.” She laughed. “Exactly my point.” “What point?” “Imagine the headlines.” I raised an eyebrow. Jade grinned. “Billionaire heiress and CEO of multiple conglomerates falls for mysterious journalist.” I snorted. “Please.” “Tell me that wouldn’t break the internet.” “It would break the internet because everyone would wonder what the hell I was doing.”

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or