Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Abandoned Heiress

It was no wonder Annabel was so bent on bringing them down that she had to forfeit her happiness for revenge. Because of me however, she forfeited the revenge for peace but I fell victim to Vivian's wiles and prepared the ground for Annabel to be hurt. I pushed the tears back. Should they succeed, I'll be left utterly alone in this world with no family. "Annabel, please survive.." I whispered underneath my breath as I barged into the mansion. Apparently, they were having a field day with the table filled with empty plates, half eaten foods and wine glasses. Not to talk of the romantic position they were in.

Annabel's POV As I lay in bed, my mysterious visitor's hands roaming my body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The plan was unfolding perfectly. Andrew and Ava thought they could take me down, but they had no idea who they were up against. My visitor's lips brushed against my ear. "You're doing well, Annabel. The scandal is gaining traction." I smiled, my eyes gleaming with malice. "It's just the beginning. Andrew's empire will crumble, and Ava will be left with nothing." The visitor's hands tightened around me. "You're a true masterpiece, Annabel. Your revenge will be sweet, just like you are”

In seconds, Abigail tried to restore consciousness, briefly dazzled by Ashton's offer. She shook her head confidently even though her heart was screaming in pain. "I'm sorry, Ash. Just a little more. I've succeeded in making Zachary crave me so much; the next step is just to make him heartbroken, and then it's done." Abigail cupped both hands on her lover's cheeks. "And we'll be together." Abby's words made Ashton widen his eyes. "Zachary? Do you mean the crown prince of the Emerson family? You're using him as a means of revenge, Abby?" Ashton asked, unable to believe that Abigail, whom he had known since childhood, had grown into a woman filled with anger and vengeance.

She bolted up from the bench and started screaming, calling for her. “Saffron!... Saffron! Please don’t do this to me! I can’t accept this money! It’s–” “Then give it to me,” a young guy who was jogging past stopped in front of her while beaming. “Get lost!” Anny yelled and started looking around for Saffron. “You said you don’t need the money. I need it. My girlfriend left me for a wealthy classmate. I want to seek revenge on her by taking her best friend shopping.”

I smirked, my thumb tracing the scar hidden beneath my robe—a jagged line from hip to rib, a permanent reminder of the fall that should have killed me. "Well, you know what they say Dad... When you want to destroy a kingdom, you don’t attack the walls. You make the king destroy it from within.” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and I could tell he was trying to make sense of my words. Then he said, “Meaning?” "Meaning," I began, my eyes narrowing, the vision of my revenge unfolding in my mind, "To get my revenge on the Grants, I first need to make Nathaniel fall in love with Solane Blackwood. Only then can I use him to destroy both him and his mother.”

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

Corrine screamed out as she grabbed the flower vase on my table and flung it towards the wall as it shattered onto the floor. “Arrghhhh…. I hate her so much. Even after death, she won't let us live in peace. I thought she was after you, but it seems I was wrong; instead, she is after us; she is after everyone that is connected to her,” Corrine said. “Control yourself, Corrine. This is not the right time to get angry; we need to work on this before it becomes way more serious than we had imagined. We must find out who the hacker is,” I said as Corrine crossed her arms and a deep frown etched on her face.

Every future event I could remember from my previous life. Because revenge wasn’t about one dramatic moment. It was about control. And the first rule of control was simple. Take away your enemy’s power before they even realize they’re losing it. Outside my window, the late afternoon sun began to dip toward the horizon. The world moved forward like normal. But inside this room… The first real move of my revenge had already begun. And Adam Pierce didn’t even know it yet.

Elena gripped the phone until her knuckles turned white. "Marcus," she said, her voice like steel. "Yes?" "Forget the Thorne audit. I want everything we have on Dante Blackwood’s father. And I want it before the sun comes up." She looked out at the city. The revenge was over. The war for her soul had just begun.

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.