Comeback Of The Adored Heiress Novel 소설 & 이야기

Why did it gnaw at me, as if Damien’s touch had somehow marked her, stained her, claimed her? My grip on the paper tightened slightly, and I forced myself to exhale, shoving the thought away. My eyes drifted back to the paper, scanning the details Roman had managed to dig up. Most of it was vague, frustratingly incomplete, but then my gaze landed on her full name. Aurora Williams. My breath hitched. Williams. The youngest heiress to the Williams family? And the famous doctor whom everyone spoke about? I stared at the name. The Williams family wasn’t just wealthy—they were untouchable. Titans in the business world, their empire spread across industries and continents. Their name was synonymou

“Our man spotted someone resembling her at a five-star hotel earlier today. He was certain when her best friend and secretary entered the hotel shortly after. She left the building again tonight, and he captured this.” Bianca gasped softly, but I didn’t acknowledge her. My mind raced. Arlene Gomez, alive? The woman everyone had assumed was dead after that fateful accident five years ago? I leaned back, a slow smirk curling my lips. “So, the prodigal heiress returns. How… entertaining.” Marco nodded. “It seems she’s been in hiding. Her sudden reappearance now is no coincidence.” “No,” I murmured, my smirk deepening. “This is no coincidence.”

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

For a split second, the air seemed to disappear from the room. Miley. The name alone made my chest tighten. In my mind, the memory came back instantly ...... sharp and vivid. Her standing above me. The knife in her hand. The cold smile on her face. The way she said “You really thought Adam loved you?” before the blade plunged into my stomach. My fingers slowly curled into my palm. I had barely been reborn for a few hours… And already fate was bringing the woman who killed me back into my life. “Miss Astrid?” the maid repeated gently.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

Another curse slipped free… A moment later, she was in my arms again, and I was parading back into my penthouse, carrying her bridal style. Again, I was positive that Lucien would have died laughing if he had witnessed it. I had lost count of the curses I muttered while I walked. I surely did not sign up for weight-lifting at close to three in the morning, but here I was, carrying the Hayes princess straight to my bedroom. The trying-not-to-grin concierge helped me with the elevator and the doors to my apartment. I warned him to keep his mouth shut. Judging by the way his face turned pale, I guessed he received the message loud and clear.

“No such thing. And besides, you’re not buying lingerie for Johnny. You’re buying it for you. To feel powerful. To take your story back.” She smiled. That part stuck. But as they stepped out of the last boutique, shopping bags in hand, the sky turned colder. So did Minnie. Chaz. In a fitted leather jacket and boots too expensive for someone not gainfully employed, she crossed the sidewalk with a sour grin curling her lips. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Former-Virgin Charity Case,” Chaz said, gaze flicking over the bags. “Upgrading to lace, huh? You always did like rich boys.”

“It's…all right, Grandma. I appreciate the London opportunity.” “I hope you understand this from his angle. No one expected that you would do this to us. Lisa's unborn child was the family's only heir, but now the baby is gone. Lisa's shocked by the news. It's a really hard time for my family.” It didn't escape me how she referred to ‘her family’. She made it clear that I wasn't a part of that family. Maybe she was trying to rekindle their old relationship. After all, Lisa was my husband's first love and the only woman I couldn't chase away from him.