Cold Revenge Of The Outcast Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

They moved with unnatural grace, their presence alone sending a chill through the pack. The First Heir’s smile deepened. “My brothers and sisters have come.” My heart pounded fiercely in my chest. The ancient heirs—the ones who had been wiped from history—were alive. And now, they stood before us. Damien growled, muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. “We’ll fight them all.” I gripped the Queen’s Fang tighter, its blade pulsing with light as if sensing the rising danger. “Then we have no choice.” The eldest of the cloaked figures stepped forward. Her eyes glowed with a terrifying light, a cruel and ancient power that seemed to warp the very air around her. “You trespass on sacred gr

Reyn said coldly, "I'd like to ask Selena Valtara from the Sanctuary of Healing—when you left me for money and status, did you ever regret it?" My face flushed red, but the life-or-death notice, still fresh in my mind, kept me composed. "Your Highness, congratulations on reclaiming your place in the Frostborne royal family. So, would you be willing to lend me three million dollars?" The hall fell into dead silence, broken only by a thunderous command, "Throw her out! From now on, I never want to see this greedy woman again!" I was unceremoniously dragged out in disgrace. What Reyn didn't know was that the heart now beating in his body belonged to me—the Heart of the Wolfkin.

Inside, resting on the red velvet, were the heavy, cold silver handcuffs. "What is this?" he hissed, his voice cracking. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" "It’s an accessory for your next career move," I said, loud enough for the front row to hear. "I found the offshore accounts, Julian. I found the data you and Silas were selling to our competitors. You didn't just bite the hand that fed you; you tried to cut it off." The Shattered Celebration "You’re lying!" Stacy shrieked, stepping forward. "Vivienne, you’re just jealous because he loves me! You’re making this up!"

she said coldly, tossing them at Scarlett's feet. Scarlett eagerly snatched up a vial, inspecting it. The pure Elder's Blood gave off a faint golden glow. She nodded in satisfaction. "Good. And remember, old woman," Scarlett said, looking down at me, "if this blood is fake, I have plenty of ways to punish you again. And it won't be as simple as beast blood next time." She grabbed the case and the vials and strutted out of the room. Chloe helped me up, continuing her healing spells.

My hand was already on the handle when Genevieve’s voice cut across the room. “Make sure you didn’t steal anything on your way out, darling. Would hate to count my jewelry later and come up short.” I didn’t answer. Didn’t look back. Just walked out, slammed the door behind me, and let the sound echo in my ears like applause. The cold bit into my skin as I threw my leg over the bike. Helmet on. Engine rumbling. I peeled off down the driveway like I was trying to outrun something I couldn’t name. ---

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."

“I requested that he invite you here so you can witness first-hand that the woman you’ve been harassing, insulting, and humiliating is actually an heiress.” “This is the best revenge I can come up with for all the pain and suffering you’ve caused me,” Celene’s eyes were icy as she glared at each and every one of them, her disdain radiating off of her. She couldn’t help but feel satisfied as she watched their reactions to her words; it was a small victory for her.

She was bawling her eyes out. “Are you okay?” I stepped closer to her. “Okay?” She asked. “Who are you to care whether I am okay or not?” She pursed her lips and looked at me, disgust in her eyes. “You are Chloe Hathaway, the spoilt heiress turned poor. You and I know you don't care about me. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You are poor now so you want to act like you relate? You don't. Read my lips, you can never understand what it is like for poor people like me.” She glared at me before walking away.

Instead of poor, victimized Natasha and her evil stepsister, the story will be about corporate theft, illegitimate children, and a family built on lies. I touch the pendant at my throat, feeling its familiar weight. "Mom," I whisper to the glass. "Your daughter is finally ready to claim what's hers!"