Reborn To Ruin Him: The Heiress's Game Novels & Stories

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.

“What?” There was no stopping now. I had single-handedly embarked on the journey of no return, and I had now reached a point where I couldn’t turn back, no matter what I did. “Yes. He is the leader of the Onyx Herald Rogues. He has been planning a rebellion for years now. And this kidnap is just one way of getting his point across. He wants the people to get tired of your rule and turn against you.” I spat out. Queen Sophia shook her head.

“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.

"Probably harder than a clean punishment would be. A clean punishment ends. This doesn't end. It's ongoing.""I know." He said."Good." I said. "Then you understand what you signed up for when you walked into the central room yesterday."He held my gaze."Yes." He said.I stood."Round four of the disappearing game is in twenty minutes." I said. "Brenda found a fifth hiding spot this morning. She's very pleased about it."Something moved through his face. Not quite a smile. The shape of something that had been absent and was returning slowly."I'd like to watch that." He said."Then come watch it." I said.

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.

“No… it’s not…” “Good,” Victor said. His eyes glinted. “Fear of death makes you hold on to life. And that fear, Emily Hart, is what I will use to build you again. So now, pick. Live as Scarlett Blackwood. Not forgotten. A storm. My storm.” I froze. My heart beat hard. “Scarlett…?” “Yes. Scarlett.” Victor stood up. His shadow was big over me. “I will pay to make every scar go away. Every bruise will fade. But know this. If I give you this, you will belong to me.”

Her mind, no longer clouded by unrequited love and betrayal, was sharp, analytical, and fiercely ambitious. She was Eliana Moore, the architect, the visionary, the woman who had risen from the ashes of her past. The woman who would build her own empire, brick by meticulously placed brick. And this time, no one would stand in her way. Not Ivy, not Ethan, and certainly not the ghost of her former self. The game had just begun, and Eliana was ready to play. She only needed to conquer the New York conservatory of Arts and her Pestily coursemates. She would find out who wanted her dead. Who had caused the accident that had nearly taken her life and when she did she would spare no one.