Cold Revenge Of The Outcast Heiress Novels & Stories

she replied casually and logged onto the hacker's website with one swift move. {Isn't cutting off all contact with him now the best? Why would you even agree to meet a scum like that?} "Cutting him off is only letting him escape. I won't let anyone who cheats on me or the original owner of this body go scot-free, all of them will have to pay in due time. As for the Smith family, I will slowly and surely remove all of their backbones and then crush them in one fell swoop. Just wait and see!"

Relief. “So that’s it,” she whispered. “You get the crown… and I get the truth.” My heart clenched. I moved toward her without thinking. “No,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You get me. A sister. If you want one.” Her breath caught, sharp and fragile. Then Calista laughed, bitter, sharp, empty. “How poetic. The lost heiress returns, secrets spill, and I lose everything.” “You lost everything the moment you chose to deceive everyone,” Killian said coldly.

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

She touched the silver cylindrical pendant around her neck, feeling the coldness of the metal that was now the target of the entire city. "If Emillia thinks she can barter me away for the upper faction's gain," Helga hissed, her voice extraordinarily clear and as cold as Neophile ice, "then she will be the first person I tear down inside this fortress before my mother even gets a chance to set foot here." Zizie Wilder smirked, a flash of absolute satisfaction radiating from her old pair of eyes upon seeing that her little lion was ready to pounce on the bait of manipulation currently walking into their house.

He smelled so nice and I missed his scent so much! "You weren't late. In fact, you came early. You can say you were late if you saved me right there in ritual table." I could imagine myself on that situation. Me in a white longsleeve dress with loose cuffs, my long hair down, and my skin pale. I would surely look like a virgin offering—though I'm not a virgin anymore—but the point is, I would surely look so bad like a white lady. Then I would be chained in some offering bed, with a lots of gold linings, I suppose. In another circumstance, I think it won't be that bad to trying lying on to it. But since Alec had plans to tuck me on it to be her mate's offering, I know I need to change my mind

Instead of placing the receiver on the telephone, I place it on the table so that whoever calls might find it engaged all through. George is already naked when the irresistible blonde let's herself in, locking the door behind her. “What the fuck?” George gasps. “She's hot, isn't she?” I tease. “Ofcourse she is!” “Hello handsome.. ” Carmela teases as she lifts her micro mini to expose her deliciously brown thighs. George pounces on her with all his might and almost tears her tiny skirt off. I don't want to be a witness to whatever happens next therefore I tuck the documents securely under my skirt and walk out, winking at the blonde whose hands are already on the table, bending over as George

A lump gathers in my throat. "You know that's not the case. She has no memories, so the person she was has been erased,” Roel explains. He looks bothered by her paranoia, while also attempting to comfort her. I hope they pay him well…whatever it is he does here. "She may not be fit to be Queen,” Crimson hisses through her teeth. "None of this can be known for certain yet, Crimson. All we can do is slowly integrate her back into her old life." Roel sounds like he is scolding her.

She scrunched up her nose. “Oh, this gunk? It is because I spent all night watching your twin sister breathe through a tube.” She frowns, hands folded across her chest. “So, you're back in my sister's pants. I knew it won't take long.” My jaw hung open, lungs void of oxygen. “Do you hear yourself, woman? Calista is dying—” “As she should be,” her eyes flashed, “she tried to throw me out of our home!” “Her home, you mean. She is the heiress to the Winslow Empire, after all.”

She violently shoved the glass jars off her bedside table, sending shattering crystal and glowing healing herbs flying across the stone floor. A blood-curdling shriek ripped from her throat. "Get out! All of you, get out! Liars! Traitors!" Caelan stared down at her coldly. "Name your compensation, Isolde, and the Thorncroft Dominion will fulfill it." Isolde let out a hideous, unhinged laugh, her red eyes burning into mine. "Compensation?! I want her dead! I want her human neck snapped! Can you give me that?!"

"And you think coming to me is going to save your failing portfolio? My stepbrother has effectively frozen me out of the Ravencourt board. He’s too busy playing house with his little design consultant to notice the empire slipping through his fingers." "She’s not just a consultant," Nathaniel spat, slamming his glass down hard enough to make the ice rattle. "Tiffany Everhart is a ruthless opportunist. Three weeks ago, she was eating ramen in a cramped loft, and now she’s strutting around like she owns the Ravencourt trust. It’s an act. It has to be." A slow, chilling smile touched the corners of Victoria’s mouth. "Oh, it’s an act, all right. Or rather, it was."