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By dawn, I knew things about my ex-husband's family that they thought were buried forever and I knew exactly how I was going to destroy them. But first, I was going to become someone they couldn't touch. Someone so far above them they'd need a telescope to see me. I was going to become Isabella Morrison. And when I was ready, when I was powerful and untouchable, I was going to walk back into their world and watch them realize what they'd thrown away. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I was about to serve it ice cold.

It reminded her of the last birthday party her employees had thrown for her, a memory that now felt distant and bittersweet. As Zion repeatedly glanced at his wristwatch, Ayva's mind raced with thoughts of Martinez, the divorce attorney Justin had recommended the previous day. "You need substantial evidence to protect your asset. You didn't sign a prenup so there's a high chance the judge might have him claim ownership of half of your fortune." His words echoed in her head. While Ayva already possessed a video capturing their intimate encounter, she knew she needed more evidence to strengthen her divorce case. As Amanda gracefully emerged from the grand entrance of the apartment complex, Ayv

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

I muttered, forcing myself to stand. “The one without a signature?” Her grin widened. “Theo stole it. And then I stole it from him. It’s mine now. All I need is one good forgery and I’ll be the next CEO. Try to stop me and I’ll make your past look like a fairy tale.” “You’re sick,” I said quietly. “But I won’t fight you here. Not beside my father’s body. Get out.” She didn’t. She spat on him. I lost it.

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Ariella stepped into the massive Grey estate, her heels clicking on marble floors. Rosewood’s elite were already scattered across the grand hall—laughing, drinking, scheming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, but Ariella knew there was nothing celestial about this night. This party was a battlefield. She adjusted her silk burgundy dress, the one that clung just enough to make people turn but not stare. Her hair was swept into effortless curls. She looked like she belonged. She always had. That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role.

My voice broke, high and desperate. The newscaster’s voice kept going, steady and merciless. “In a remarkable gesture of love and trust, Mrs. Adrielle Holt transferred full control of her father’s holdings, including Adlock Tech Global, to her husband. Sources say the young heiress encouraged him to remarry, ensuring the Holt legacy would endure.” The words punched holes in my chest. “I never said that. I never told you to remarry. I–” “What you say doesn’t matter anymore,” Valen said, his tone a quiet knife.

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”

Derrick snorted, spiting on my face. I laughed calmly, using my thumb to clean off his spit. Then I suddenly gripped him by the hair, pulling his head backwards. "You seem to have mistaken me for the Elisa Gilbert you know, I'm no longer that Elisa, I no longer have any reason to put up with your bullshit just for peaceful coexistence." I made a dramatic pause with a light chuckle as my other hand pressed the bat on Derrick's leg. "I am Elisa Gilbert, the heiress of the Gilbert's family, there's no need for appearances so what you did this evening must never repeat itself again, we are divorced, you got that?"

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

"You're really going to do it? Just walk into his office and drop that kind of money like it's nothing?" "Absolutely," I replied, my voice oozing with confidence. "He wants to play games, but he has no idea who he's dealing with now. Once I have that divorce, I'll be free to start the next phase of my plan—taking back my company that he stole from me." Her expression turned serious, a line creasing between her brows. "You know it won't be easy, Aubrey. Ryder's not going to just hand it over."