Cold Revenge Of The Outcast Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Darla Revenge is a slow burn, a fire that starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads until it consumes you whole. People warn against it, say it will rot you from the inside out, but what they don’t tell you is how exhilarating it feels. The rush. The satisfaction. The raw power of watching the people who wronged you crumble beneath the weight of their own sins. I never knew how intoxicating it could be—until tonight. The way their expressions twisted, shifting from shock to anger, and finally settling into pure hatred. At least, hers did.

I shoved it into a dark corner with the force of a scream I couldn't let out. Naked, I stood in the center of the room, my skin prickling with cold and a deep, soul-shaking shame. I caught my reflection in the mirrored closet doors. The woman staring back was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, haunted, her face pale. Her body was covered in the faint marks he’d left on her skin—the love bites that now looked like brands of ownership, the slight redness on her wrists from where he'd held her. They were trophies of my foolishness.

“Laila, I won’t spare you! Let me go!” Her cries echoed down the hall as Drongo hauled her away, her voice fading into the distance. I stood in the doorway, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. “Rot in there, Mara,” I murmured to myself. “Your suffering has only just begun.” As the silence settled around me, I took a deep breath, my resolve stronger than ever. This was just the beginning. Mara, my stepmother, my ex-husband, and my cousin—every single one of them would pay for what they did to me. One by one, I would take back everything they stole, and I would leave them with nothing.

What remained was a blank slate, someone who could be shaped into whatever she needed to become. Someone who would never again be anyone's victim. "Berry," she repeated, testing the name like she was trying on new clothes. "I don't remember anything else." "You don't need to remember," Theo told her. "We're going to build you into something stronger than whoever you used to be." The heiress was dead. Berry's education was about to begin. And in New York, Margaret Clarksville continued consolidating her power, never knowing that the stepdaughter she'd tried to destroy was being reborn into something infinitely more dangerous than.

“Have you guys forgotten? The Venom Widow brought three thousand Shadow Guards to crash the Yggdrasill family’s birthday banquet. I heard she even confiscated half of the Yggdrasill family’s wealth. Could it be related to this matter?” Khloe frowned. Then, she let out a sneer. ‘Alex Rockefeller? ‘He’s just trash living off women. How can he be related to such a great line-up ahead? ‘It must be that cheap b*tch, Frostine Usoro. She must have hooked up with trash and even annihilated her fiancé’s entire family. This kind of woman should be executed by drowning.’ Khloe’s resentment toward Frostine grew deeper. The reason for this was certainly because Frostine had slapped her yesterday and even

Elise stood at the bottom of the stairs, a vision in a crimson velvet dress, identical to the one I had worn on the night I chose revenge. A chilling smile played on her lips. She looked like a predator, poised and ready to strike. She turned around, a crowing glint in her eyes. "Do you like my gown? Oh, I almost forgot… it's quite identical to the one you wore the last time, but I think this one is better." I stared at her, my gaze unwavering. Giving her the death stare wouldn't achieve anything. I needed to think, to find a way to escape this deadly game, or perhaps even fight for my life.

One hand claws weakly at my wrist, no strength, no strategy. This is the surrender, the price of harming my woman. When she finally understands there’s no escape, she reaches toward the table for the phone. I release her throat. Air floods back into her chest like water. She gasps violently, dragging in breath after breath, body thrashing, desperate, humiliated. I smile faintly. “If you want to breathe like that again,” I say coldly, “call Mr. S. Right now. Otherwise, today is your last day.”

I heard Helen scream,a chair hit violently across the floor. My instincts took over. “Walter”. “I'm here”. A dull thud echoed nearby,then someone screamed then another crash. Then an unmistakable sound of struggle, Maria cried out. “ Miss Vivian”. Before I could grab her,a glove hand held my wrists. Hard,the grip was powerful and cold. A familiar cold voice whispered in my ear. “You should have stayed dead”. Every hair on my body stood. That voice,then fragments. Rain,the smell of gasoline then the voice saying finish her.

With renewed vigor, she opened her eyes, her emerald gaze bright with determination. The shadows circled, their form spiraling into a vortex, each one vying for a taste of fear, but they would find none today. “Cast away your resolve, little mortals! Embrace the darkness!” One figure sneered, its voice a hissing blend of temptation and threat. Althea's grip tightened around her sword. “Not today!” she bellowed, lunging toward the nearest shadow, her blade cutting through the air with a shrill whistle. The shadow screeched, momentarily dissipating as light struck its form, churning back into the darkness.