Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress 소설 & 이야기

She began rewriting the programme for the upgraded Nex software from scratch, changing and removing some codes to make the program even more advanced than the one in her previous life. It was a race against time. Now that Hamilton has decided to work with the software, if she doesn't hurry it up, her plans to delay their growth will be foiled. {It's time you invest and have your own tech company, don't you think?} The system voiced as Lily stopped writing the programme the following morning. "I'm going to buy it," she replied with a cold expression. As she rewrote the programme, the memories from her previous life kept coming back; they were adding to her rage and determination to get her re

“If he threatens you with a lawsuit, walk out and I’ll handle it. Okay?” I took a deep breath. “Okay.” “Good.” “Thank you, Blake.” I opened the car door and stepped out. The closer I got to the company, the louder my heartbeat became. But Blake’s words stayed with me. I shouldn’t be shaken. Not when this company was actually mine. Get yourself together, Athena. Don’t forget who you are. Athena Mallway. The heiress of Mallway Holdings. Don’t forget that. By the time I stepped inside the building, I was ready for whatever waited ahead.

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief etched on her features. She had traveled back in time to three years ago. A wide gasp escaped her lips. “I was reborn? Did God just give me another chance?” She muttered. She had only seen things like this happen in movies but it just happened to her. Why? Why was she given another chance? She remembered this day, her sister's birthday. “Darling! It's your sister's birthday. What do you plan on giving her?” Charles came out of the washroom and asked her, jolting her out of her reverie.

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.

--- **SOPHIA** Catherine's legal team made a move the week before Saturday. They filed a motion to have portions of my testimony excluded on the grounds that it relied on events I claimed occurred in a previous timeline, arguing it was inherently unverifiable and prejudicial. Rebecca called me immediately. "It's a smart move," she said. "If they can exclude the rebirth-related context, your testimony becomes a series of actions without adequate explanation." "Can they succeed?" "Possibly. The judge has been careful. She'll want to hear arguments." Rebecca paused. "They're also filing a character motion using Vivian Cross's old articles. The ones about your gallery practices and aggressive ac

she whispered. “Chosen,” he repeated. “To bring balance. To finish what was started long before either of us were born. You were marked for something much darker, much older than you realize. You were born to break the seal. The one that’s kept us at bay for centuries. And you’ve already started. Every moment you waste here, the seal grows weaker. The Forgotten will rise.” Her mind reeled with what he was saying. Could it be true? Was it possible that her very existence was the key to the destruction of everything she had fought for?

“Sometimes she remembers me. She’ll know my name, call me her boy, ask about my day. Other times… other times she looks right through me like I’m a ghost. Or she’s terrified, back in the moment they came to tell her my father was gone.” A tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek. Immediately wipe it away, I needed to be strong. “This is why the revenge was personal, Evelyn. It wasn’t just about clearing a name or winning a case. It was about the man who caused this. The man whose greed stole my father and shattered my mother. I needed him to pay for what he did to her. For leaving her… like this.” The pieces crashed together. The late nights. The “crush” he visited. The flowers. The secret

As she stared at the storm beyond the gates, memories she had spent years burying surfaced once more. Eight years ago, when she was only fifteen, Selena Laurent had shown up at the Laurent estate with a DNA test in hand. Overnight, everything changed. The Laurent family welcomed Selena back with tears of joy, celebrating the return of their long-lost daughter. And Vessara learned the truth. She wasn't their biological child. She was nothing more than a baby who had been switched at birth. Even then, Vessara had never blamed Selena. She had tried her best to make up for the years Selena had lost.

"How did you manage to stay?" Vita pointed at Laurel. "She just cried in front of the bodyguards and lured them away." Then she looked at Rebecca. "She drew a birthmark on her lower back and said she was the real heiress. She threatened that if they delayed her family reunion, she would make them regret it. Those people had no idea what the real heiress situation was, so they believed her and let us in." Finally, she flexed her arm. "And the rest who didn't fall for our tricks, we knocked them out."

I sat on the floor with my back against it instead, low enough that anyone glancing through the door's gap wouldn't see more than shadow, and opened the ledger by the thin moonlight coming through the window, because I wasn't willing to risk a candle giving me away. Most of it was exactly what it looked like, records of trade and pack obligations going back generations, names and dates In careful handwriting that had gotten shakier toward the more recent pages. I almost gave up twice, my eyes burning with the effort of reading in bad light, before I found the entry that made my hands go cold. A single line, dated eleven years and three months ago, in handwriting that wasn't my father's. "The