Heiress Rebirth From Scorned To Stunning Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked, his tone casual, but I caught the flicker of unease in his voice. "Well I hope so,” I replied. Amelia’s voice filtered through the speaker; sharp, calm, controlled. She was really a queen "Yeah, 30 million, you have exactly a month to pay back." Zach let out a low whistle. "She’s cold. I love it." I didn’t say anything. But inside? Yeah. I was proud. She didn’t flinch. Not once. She stood her ground and put him exactly where he belonged, right beneath her heel.

"Four hundred thousand! It takes guts to say no to that!" "Wait, that chick looks familiar. Where have I seen her before?" "She's been trending, I think… she's the Spencers' heiress." "You have my support, brave girl!" "Exactly. We're poor, but we have our pride too. We won't back down easily." Freya's back straightened upon hearing their support, and she became even more determined. Kayla couldn't help rolling her eyes just then. "Pride goes before the fall. Five hundred grand."

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

“But… he’s not the heir, unlike Christian, and he…” “Ariana,” my mother chuckled. “That doesn’t matter because no one knows what the future holds, and you could help him grow better. Think about how you’ll gain the world if you help him get to the top. Don’t you want everything Elena has?” I stood up and gently removed my hand from hers, then started pacing around the room. “You’re right, Mother,” I ran a hand through my hair as I thought about Landon. Even though he wasn’t destined to be the heir of the royal empire, having someone like him would give me the power I wanted, and I could help him achieve so many things. “I should have thought of this!” I laughed and rushed to pick up my phone

Connection and key players, buisness secrets, public perception and even his personal flaws— I documented it all, every single one of it that I knew of. When I was done, a wave of satisfaction surged through me. The time had come, the time for me to prove myself as worthy, the time for me to restore my dignity and I wasn’t going to hold back, not now. Not ever. I walked to my wardrobe to pick out a dress. I wanted a dress that embodied everything I was about to become— powerful, sophisticated, confident and dangerous. A black dress. Jamie had gotten it for me, everything seemed to remind me of him, the time he was the sweetest man I thought I will ever know. I had kept it for a special occas

Because this was the only chance I had to stand up for myself. “Not only did you cheat on me, Dane. You chased me across cities to ruin my life again. How did you think you'll be able to win? How do you think you'll be able to ruin my life and everything I want to build again?! I'm an Heiress, I don't back down or allow someone like you to ruin me. I'm not defeated easily but instead you're the one who would suffer the humiliation of your deeds Dane. I have a husband now….an empire that I'm building and I won't allow you to ruin me …not now or ever!”

“And I'm telling you that if you want to survive long enough to get your revenge, you need to listen.” The word revenge made her blood run cold. Nobody should know that. Nobody. In her previous life, Elena had died believing her entire family had betrayed her. Her fiancé had abandoned her. Her stepmother had stolen everything that belonged to her. And the people she trusted most had watched her downfall without lifting a finger. But now she had been given another chance. She had sworn never to make the same mistakes. Yet this man seemed to know far too much. “Tell me your name.”

'You can take your revenge by this engagement, you know that, right?' Receiving the note from her best friend Saffron, Scar sighed and turned to look outside of the car. Yes, Saffron was right. The Edwards family belonged to veteran aristocrats in this country, which meant that being their daughter-in-law would bring you endless wealth as well as strong power. And it was said that their heir was a young genius who got a god's face. But Scar was not sure whether it was true as she never had a chance to meet him before.

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! Her Highness has taken Rebirth!" The air seemed to freeze. The Queen's expression stiffened, her pupils contracting sharply. For a moment, she seemed unable to hear or process the words. "What?" The Grand Steward pressed his forehead to the floor, his voice shaking. "Her Highness took Rebirth from the royal treasury and gave it to Ms. Vancrest. She has already left Karsden with it." A deafening shock struck the Queen. Her body swayed, and she clutched the throne's armrest to steady herself. Her commanding gaze shattered, replaced by raw shock, disbelief, and rising, catastrophic fury.