Cold Revenge Of The Outcast Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Beatrice Thorne is a vulture. She picks at carcasses. But she didn't have the genius to frame a Valerius for a car accident and keep it hidden for four years. She had help." He pulled a small, silver flash drive from his pocket and held it out. Elena reached for it, but his fingers closed around hers, pulling her hand and her body closer to his. "Before I give you this," Dante whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous register, "you need to know that once you see what’s on it, there is no going back to your 'Ice Queen' throne. You’ll be in the trenches with me." Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs, but she didn't pull away.

The crowd Claire had brought was furious, throwing rotten eggs, spoiled vegetables, and even used condoms at me. "How dare you call Claire a mistress, you shameless woman!" I was thrown onto the cold floor, and the shock of it brought me back to my senses. I curled into a ball and shouted, "Don't hurt my baby!" "Baby?! What new trick is this, you shameless homewrecker?" "Beat her! This homewrecker deserves it!" "I bet she's just acting! Let's teach her a lesson!" Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid running down my leg. Trembling, I touched it. It was blood.

He asked her. “I already told you, my name is Gilda. The reason why I am here’s to visit you, of course.” She said with a twisted smile on her face. “We don’t know each other and judging from the look of it, seems like you didn’t come here for a good purpose. What exactly do you want?” He repeated the same question again. She leaned in closer and whispered in his ears. “I want to see my murderer rot in prison.” Hearing these words, his eyes widened and Sofia pulled back, returning to her seat with a victorious smile on her face.

The Ronan Frost Hall The car pulled up smoothly in front of the grand hall, its polished black surface reflecting the late afternoon sun. Adaline's hands gripped the edges of her seat as the driver opened the door. She stepped out, her feet sliding into the soft carpet of the entrance, heart hammering in her chest. All eyes turned immediately. Whispers rippled through the crowd, sharp and quick, like a sudden gust of wind. Adaline froze, swallowing hard. She never expected to be here, in this kind of place and dressed like this. That was when it clicked, this was a deliberate action, Ronan did this just so he could ridicule her. The thought alone weakened her, she was thinking that maybe thi

The chain clinked softly as she tested it. She tugged at the restraints. “When will you let me go?” I smiled, slow and deliberate. “When you calm down. When you stop resisting.” “I would never stop, so you might as well kill me now!” she screamed. I nodded, moving out of the room, the door locking behind me with a heavy thud. Not even my sister would be slowed near, not until she was ready to submit to me and forget all about revenge. Later that night, I found myself at the House of Hell.

I accessed my laptop and went over the last few lines "I come before you tomorrow as a leader dedicated to honesty, openness, and solidarity, not only as Sophia Lancaster-Reid. I ask for your faith because I will always accept responsibility for my errors, not because I am flawless.” I turned off the light and shut off the laptop. The betrayal of Ethan, the turbulent marriage, the business gambits, the media storms, my father's reassuring hand, Diana's trials, and Alexander's unwavering—if imperfect—love all weighed heavily on me in the half-light. It had all brought me to this point, to this estate. --- Veranda, midnight I could not sleep, so I got up and sneaked out in my robe onto the pri

“I don’t have the power to take revenge… I can’t even afford a lawyer to fight for me…” “I already told you,” he stepped closer, his voice steady. “I have the power.” He stretched his hand toward me. “Join hands with me. Together, we can burn their world down. You’ll get everything you lost back… and make Ethan and Lila beg for mercy.” “By marrying you…” I said slowly. “For just one year,” he replied. “After your revenge is done, you walk away.” I stared at his outstretched hand. If I jump… Ethan and Lila win. If I live… I fight.

“Call the maids.” Giovanni hesitates. I hear the flicker of uncertainty in his voice. “Edmondo—” “Now,” I snap, leaving no room for argument. Moments later, two women appear. Their faces pale as they take in the scene. I remove my short cloak. I drape it over her trembling form, covering her; just enough to hide the wreckage I’ve uncovered. “Take her,” I order. “Soak her in the coldest water you can find. Let her feel what it’s like to be stripped of dignity.”

“He’s still out there, living his perfect life. The world still calls him ‘The Great Frost.’ They don’t know what he really is. But they will. Soon.” Colden followed her gaze. The old mansion across the estate was visible from here — his father’s home, untouched, full of ghosts. “I’ll take everything he owns,” Colden said quietly. “The company, the estate, the inheritance. I’ll take it and make him watch it burn.” “That’s my son.” Her voice was filled with dark pride, the kind that came from survival, not love. She turned to him again. “Remember this, Colden: the heir secures your claim. After that, you can destroy him completely. Until then — you’re not allowed distractions. No weakness. No

“Good. You're now my official client. Everything you say from here on out is confidential.” I nodded understandingly. I took a deep breath and began to recount my experience with Oscar from the very moment we met up until the whole fracas with Rachel at my parents house. I spared no details of the pain and betrayal inflicted on me by the man I once loved with all my heart. She nodded at intervals and when I was done with my tale of woe, she smiled. “You deserve to get your payback,” she said with a sinister glint in her eyes. “But this sort of revenge won't be easy. It'll take careful planning and we might have to stray outside the law just a little bit. Do we go ahead?”