Reborn To Ruin Him: The Heiress's Game Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just as she was about to reach the screen, I strode forward in a flash and blocked her path. I didn't lay a hand on her. I merely stepped in front of her, my gaze stabbing into her like an ice-cold blade. I looked her straight in the eye and said emphatically, "What gives a backstabbing traitor like you the right to lecture me about airing the family's dirty laundry?" The sheer force of my presence stopped her dead in her tracks. Her face turned ghostly white. At the exact moment Lydia stood frozen in shock, my fiancee—Abigail Connelly, heiress of the Connelly Group—finally made her move.

The silk soaked up most of the stain, and what was left was a dim mark, blending into the fabric—hardly noticeable without direct lighting. I sighed in relief, grateful to the stranger—but I refused to be distracted. I made my way back to the gala. They took my legacy, my life, and worst of all, the life of my unborn baby. It would take more than a spilled drink to deter me from executing my revenge. I stepped back into the hall with my head held high. My re-entry was less grand than my initial appearance, but I was unfazed as I scanned the room for signs of Walter. Finally, my eyes settled on him—surrounded by other CEOs, already deep in discussion with my father.

"Damien is just bluffing. This is part of his rebellious nature. He’ll come back. He’s still just a child who grew up without a mother...and now he’s acting out." Eleanor’s lips curved into a thin smile. "Exactly. And that’s why we can control this situation." She leaned closer. "If you really want Damien to come back, then make it official. Announce to the world that Gilbert is your first son and the true heir to the Cruz empire. Damien won’t be able to stand it. He’ll find it unfair and come apologizing." The chairman didn’t respond. His jaw was set tight, his eyes cold as stone. Eleanor stood up, straightening her dress.

When a ruthless Bratva king wins a poker game with more than just money on the table, he walks away with a living, breathing trophy—a girl too young, too defiant, and far too tempting to let go. She wanted revenge. He gave her captivity. Now, locked in his estate with no escape and no allies, she’s forced to play a new kind of game, one where the stakes are her freedom, her body, and the very heart she swore she’d never give away.

“The whole surrogacy game was a sham and you knew it. Your mother only wanted you to find your mate. Will you really allow someone else have her and put your throne at risk?” I twisted my lips and let out a loud but brief scoff after Jace threw his question at me. “That's bullshit. My throne can never be at risk, none of his brothers would dare go against me,” I boasted. “it’s a good thing I’m not your brother then. Because I, Jace Ivan, would contest for the heart of our mate, and for your seat on the throne,” David and Daniel pushed themselves to the edge of their seats, eyes widened. Could they really say they didn’t see this coming?

“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

“This is what a true academic genius looks like. Watching Natalie take the test last night, flawless, like flowing water. Purely satisfying!” “How can sisters differ so much? One scores a perfect 1600, the other 710?” “I heard Vivian is the impostor heiress, and Natalie is the real heir… no wonder. The real heiress is incredible. Every Sullivan is a top scholar. Their genes really determine their destiny!” At this point, Vivian had no defense left. The police immediately took her away for investigation. During the days Vivian was gone, Grandpa Sullivan officially announced that I would inherit the Sullivan Group.

I found Edgar's eyes, searching desperately for something, anything that proved her claim false, that this was all some sort of cruel and sick joke, but all I got was a blank look, like I was a speck of dust, not worthy of his attention. A fresh mouthful of blood splurted out of lips, “Ewwww” Elora shrieked and dropped me, I lay still on the cold tiles, my ears catching the sound of their bodies joining once more and skin joining on my bleeding body. “Sick Bastards.” I cursed, “If only I could go back.” The world finally went dark.

She stared straight into her uncle’s eyes and he narrowed his gaze at her. “I will sell the daughter you were protecting. The world will only know that you ran away when people discover you were selling fake goods in the market. You were nothing but a fake heiress. People will loathe you even after death. Your own daughter will curse you for abandoning her when you faced hardships.” Victoria covered her wound with her hands, her eyes filling with the desire to kill when Giselle, her cousin, stepped forward and laughed.

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.