Cold Revenge Of The Outcast Heiress Novels & Stories

This was the biggest contemplation of my life, leaving my new husband to go fuck my ex husband in a hotel like a cheap whore. “What hotel?” I asked, defeated by lust. In this moment, I was not thinking of all the hurt Gabriel had cost me, all I wanted was pleasure from him. Was this how I was going to accomplish my revenge? Answering booty calls from my enemy? I took off my night robe and dressed up in a tight red dress and snuck out of my husband’s house to the hotel Gabriel had mentioned. I knocked once on the door to his suite before he opened it. I took in the sight of his naked muscular chest and his rigid six packs, especially that V that led to what I came for but was covered by a poo

Chelsea's guess was completely right , the moment she smiled at Priest Rudolf , his smile stiffened for a fraction of second and his eyes were laced with impatience , Chelsea saw his true self emerging and nodded with a chuckle. Priest Rudolf who saw her chuckling , realized it too that his mask was slipping away and hurriedly turned his face away . Rogue caught this tiny disturbance that took place between Chelsea and Priest Rudolf and his hands clenched ..He didn't doubted Chelsea when she said that Priest Rudolf owed her two lives and seeing that irritation flash slightly in his eyes , Rogue was completely sold on the idea that Rudolf was most probably the one behind the trafficking incid

Fingers tugged at the blindfold and pulled it off. The first thing she saw was a blur figure, then when her vision cleared, Alondra’s face came to view. A bitter smile curved on Alondra’s lips. "You’re not even surprised?" she asked, sounding almost disappointed. Lyriel scoffed. “Why should I be? When I already know your uncle’s a killer?” she said coldly. "No one expects better from a family soaked in blood." The insult landed hard it made Alondra’s face twist in anger. Her hand flew across Lyriel’s cheek with a sharp slap. Pain shot through Lyriel’s face, and she clenched her teeth as the sting spread.

She had left a permanent, hidden contingency node—a final piece of bloodline capital that would only unlock the moment the Vance name was completely clean of the Delacroix fraud. Christopher’s hand dropped onto my shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding as he leaned over my shoulder to stare at the glowing green numbers. The quiet triumph in his eyes burned hotter than the morning sun. "It looks like your mother left you one last card to play, Anika," Christopher murmured, his lips brushing the edge of my hair as a slow, dangerous smirk touched his face. "And the market opens in two hours."

That way, Caspian's heart might soften again, but the bastard hates her more than anything. However, here he was diving into a stranger's arms. A stranger who didn't even try to befriend him. Why? Just why?! “The Award for the Woman Of The Year goes to… Lily Rothschild!!” The result felt like a sound slap to Celina’s face. It can't be. Lily cannot take this Award for the third time in a row! Her face slowly contorted into unchecked rage. At this point, her ears were shut out of anything Sebastian was saying to her and her being was on fire. Her heart was about to burst. If she didn't say what was in her heart, she might explode.

“I hated him. All I wanted was the money. And now, it’s mine.” The air left my lungs. It felt like someone had driven a steel rod through my chest, the pain radiating into my arms, my neck, my bones. My hospital gown clung damp and cold against my skin, the metallic scent of blood filling my nose. “No,” I rasped. “This has to be some kind of joke. Please, Valen... stop this. Stop hurting me. I’m begging you.” His eyes were dead. “You were never meant to keep those riches, Adrielle. You’re just a privileged cunt the universe made the mistake of favoring.”

But as he turned the corner, he saw the headline on a newsstand: VANCE HEIRESS DENOUNCES THORNE; CLAIMS FRAUD AND COERCION. The sidewalk felt like it was tilting. He wasn't just broke. He was now officially alone and miserable.

How she bought me an expensive t-shirt with her salary,how she saved me from bullies in high school,how she would give me her lunch when I had nothing. What ruined it was how she died and how I couldn't even give her a proper burial and how Mia burned her body. "Let's go." I heard Marco's voice and I followed him. I clenched my fist. "That man must confess. He is my only hope to getting my revenge and I'll do anything to make sure I make him confess." I said to myself. We went back on the journey and Marco left me. There was another car waiting for me outside. "Where did you keep the gold and cash?" I asked and she shaked his head. He looked tired and malnourished already.

Her reputation as an honorable noble daughter had been shattered in a single night. Her exile to this remote pavilion was proof that she had lost everything. That tear-blurred vision fell upon the thick fur blanket laid out across the bed. Slowly, with a body shaking violently from stifled sobs, Vivianne crawled forward. Her cold fingers touched the smooth, warm surface of the fur. A warmth that felt so genuine, as if it had been sent without a single shred of malice. Vivianne pulled the blanket into her embrace, clutching it tightly to her chest as if it were the only anchor left in this cruel world.

Theo, beside him, smirked openly, mouthing something cruel beneath his breath. Montreal will break you. My blood ran cold. Mrs. Ashford barely blinked in my direction. Her expression was carved from stone, as if she were at a funeral instead of a wedding. Maybe to her, this was a funeral—the burial of my spirit. And Olivia? Of course she couldn’t let the moment pass without drama. “She stole my watch!” Olivia suddenly cried, standing to her feet and pointing at me like I’d just committed murder. Whispers rippled through the pews.