Novel & Cerita Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers

“Don’t say things like that, darling. You’ve never been pregnant yourself, so how could you possibly tell the difference between a pregnant woman and one who isn’t?” Alexander said with a hint of mockery, trying to conceal his nervousness. “Besides, make sure no one else hears you say that. You could ruin Amanda’s reputation.” Sabina pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin her reputation. It’s just that I noticed her stomach looks a little fuller, and her breasts, too…” Sabina paused innocently. “They look different from when we first met. Did she have breast augmentation?”

I breathe it in, deep and slow, letting the chill seep into my bones. I never thought I’d come back. Not after everything. Not after the way I left. But I had to. There are things I left behind—unfinished business, ghosts that refuse to rest. And I am more than capable of dealing with them now. People always say revenge is dangerous. That it’s a poison, a fire that consumes everything in its path, including the one who wields it. They warn you about how demanding it is, how it strips away your soul piece by piece.

"Fine. Let's test that theory. If you care so much about me, if you see me as your daughter and not just an inconvenience, then give me what's mine." "What are you talking about?" "The company shares. The thirty percent that Grandma left to me. I want them." The room went silent. Charlotte's hand flew to her mouth. Chase looked like I'd asked him to cut off his own arm. "Absolutely not." His voice was deadly quiet. "Why not? They're mine. Grandma left them to me in her will." "The company has nothing to do with you!" "The company was Grandma's!" I raised my voice to match his. "She built it from nothing. Those shares are my inheritance. I'm not asking for a favor—I'm taking back what's alrea

“It’s because you’ve never suffered such a major setback in front of a woman before. You might have a little admiration and hatred toward me. You might be eager to conquer me now. Compared to just getting revenge on a woman, conquering her and then destroying her cruelly gives you more satisfaction and fulfills the twisted feelings in your heart. Charity stared at him calmly. “You even treat me as your private property.” Chester was taken aback. His gaze gradually darkened. “Your analysis is pretty interesting.” “Chester, you have to accept a fact. I’m not the Eliza you could simply control in the past or any other woman. I’m Reborn. From the day I truly started competing against you, I knew

“The meeting is over. We’ll reconvene at a location that Rebecca will most graciously send across. Enjoy the rest of the night.” They nodded like robots, heading out through the path I had come in, except Rebecca. She was still standing in front of him, her goddess-like features blazing through the night. Oddly, she reminded me of Lydia, and I hated to admit, the kind of woman Shawn seemed to be into these days. “Before you leave,” he called with the same low tone. But they stopped. And I had a feeling they always would. “Don’t forget to enjoy the night at the club. We’re in Vegas, after all. We might as well make good use of it.”

But he is also the grandson of a woman who had been murdered for the truth and a man who was currently holding a crumbling company together out of sheer stubbornness. "Leo," she said, her voice raspy. "From my father’s name…" Alistair nodded. "Leo. A strong name." He looked at the doctors. "Announce the birth. Tell the press the Sentinel heir has arrived." YEAR TWO: THE FORGE If the first year was about survival, the second was about reconstruction. Eleanor Valemont ceased to exist. In her place rose "Mrs. Chen," the Vice President of Strategy for the Sentinel Group.

Her disapproval was a wall higher than anything Emma had ever climbed. But what choice did she have? Her stomach twisted, not from nausea, but from dread and yearning all at once. She needed Ross. Needed him in the way her lungs needed air, in the way her trembling hands needed to anchor themselves against something solid. She sat back down, hugging her knees, eyes flickering to the papers she had abandoned earlier in the day. Contracts, plans, evidence, every piece of her revenge scattered on the desk like broken glass. She had spent months piecing herself together, and now one single heartbeat inside her was rewriting everything.

--- **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

"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. "Claudia?!" she barked.

"Do you truly believe the new heir will come back?” A low, dark chuckle vibrated in my throat, a sound of absolute, predatory certainty. "She will return, Elias. Nilah is a woman who prides herself on her duty. She doesn't know who she really is and she's curious about that, so for that reason alone, she'll come back.”