Cold Revenge Of The Outcast Heiress Novels & Stories

Justcie asks. "Of course it's true," Dr. Cho answers. She waves her arms, and her eyes start to glow. The monitors behind her turn on, revealing the hidden cameras in the OutPost. They show the four different rooms of the OutCasts, along with their living room and computer. "How do you think he was able to find the flash drive with reinforced steel recipes? How do you think he was able to design the armor to counteract all your moves? He had been watching all of you for months!" "You bastard," SpeedBlade says from behind me.

Gasps went up around the room while I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me. "What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Wolfe asked, eyes narrowed. "She's famous," he laughed, "Her own husband pimps her out to advance his career." Blood drained from my face at the way everyone was staring at me, expressions ranging from horror to disgust to pity. I knew I couldn't be here a second longer. Grabbing my purse, I immediately jumped to my feet and fled, ignoring the snickers and Sebastian roaring my name. I didn't need him for my revenge. I'd find another way.

"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.

My lips tremble as I am reluctant to say it, but I finally let it out, “Mo… ther.” She smiles. “Yes, daughter, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe it’s finally happening. Now, the Hera family is back!” There is some silence before she breaks it. “Do you want revenge, Kate? They did you wrong, they mistreated you. Just one order and we will make them regret it!” she states, her eyes sparkling with indignation.

I faked a smile saying “She is fine now, it was just a fever” “Okay well there’s something I want to give to you” he pulls me by my hand before I’ve had a chance to refuse leading me to the lobby. When we arrive he started searching for it on his pockets. His movements were jecky as if he was nervous. He finally pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to me. I opened it and let out a small gasp. Tears filled my eyes again and I couldn’t help but allow him to put the custom made Rose necklace on me. It looked expensive but I would not expect anything less from Shane Ryder. The Ryder family has been rich for many years and their wealth keeps multiplying.

“You've brought shame to this family and you need to be grateful that we're even willing to take you back in,” I felt a wave of anger wash over me. How could they be so cruel? “I don't want your charity.” I spat, my voice venomous. “I want what's rightfully mine and I'll do whatever it takes to get it,” Claudia sneered at me. “You are just a foolish brat,” she said. “You don't know what you are getting yourself into. But go ahead. Try to take what's not yours and face the consequences,” I would show them that I was a force to be reckoned with.

“Mabel forged documents years ago. She had stolen millions. If Jordan is recognized as the rightful heir… everything collapses. Her entire empire. Her life.” Marcus cursed viciously under his breath. Damien’s fists clenched so tightly I heard his knuckles crack. “So this was never just revenge,” Damien said, his voice dangerously low. Victor nodded slowly. “It started as revenge. But now… it’s survival.” A long, suffocating silence followed. Then Victor reached painfully into the inside pocket of his torn jacket. Every guard in the room instantly raised their weapons, the metallic clicks echoing sharply.

Above me, my half-sisters' laughter floated down from the rooftop like falling icicles. “Look at her,” Irina sneered, swirling her morning tea. “Papa's little ghost, scrubbing away her sins.” Katya threw a crust of black bread at my feet. It landed in the dirty water with a splash. “Here, svoloch. The dogs didn't want it.” They bursted into laughter. I kept my head down. Ten winters in the Orlov household had taught me that silence was the only armor they couldn't strip away. Elena's stiletto heels clicked across the courtyard behind me. The eldest Orlov daughter stopped so close that I could smell her French perfume over the metallic tang of blood.

She falters under Vincent’s dark glare. “She sold all the jewelry Hector gifted her so that she could pay off that bald man after I castrated him,” Scarlett goes on. “You see, she was paying him with s*x but after I cut off his genitals, he started to blackmail Elle for money but she killed him instead and used the money to free Troy’s mother!” Huh? Elle is flabbergasted. “I-I never killed anyone!” She shouts. “And Troy’s mother? Why will I free her?”

My collarbone, my neck, down to my chest—a canvas of possessive love bites. D*mn it, Ruther. I grabbed a turtleneck and a mini skirt, throwing them on in record time. I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed Heather. As I stepped into the underground parking lot, I ran straight into Von—my Gay cousin. His eyes immediately flicked to my high-necked sweater, and a knowing smirk stretched across his lips. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, crossing his arms. “How was it?” I scowled. “How was what?”